Harry stared down at his pumpkin juice. It was still quiet, but he could tell that Hermione was wake. He could hear the floorboards creaking as she moved over them. They were both staying at 12 Grimauld place. They agreed it wasn't right to ask to stay at the Burrow after what happened. It just felt like they were intruding when the Weasleys were trying to cope. They didn't need any extra stress of house guests at a time like this. The numerous London taxis drove by the window constantly, unaware that the most famous wizard in the world was sitting just a few meters away trying to figure out what to do next. He envied the muggles. They knew nothing of this. They could go on their normal mundane lives, never knowing what he had done to save them. They would never bother him, to them; he would just be a normal 17 year old boy, never doing anything out of the extraordinary. He would grow up, live his adult life out and never be of any consequence to them. Harry looked away from the window. It had been 3 days since the morning of the battle of Hogwarts. No doubt he would be at the Burrow later check on Ron and Ginny. He was desperate to see them both, even though he's seen them yesterday. They were doing as well as could be expected but Harry knew that the worst of the grief came at night, when no one else was looking. He remembered faintly back to the days after Sirius's death and his sleepless nights and unhappy solitary hours. He had only known Sirius for a few years; he could only imagine what the Weasleys must be going though.
His mind wandered to the afternoon after the battle. After sleeping in the room of requirement for a couple of hours, as the Gryffindor dormitories were left in shreds after some ex Slytherin death eaters finally got to exact some revenge on Gryffindor tower during the battle. He woke to a nearly deserted room. It was about midday and most of the students had been taken home by their parents or were awaiting the Hogwarts express which was due to arrive at Hogsmead in an hour so the muggle-borns could be taken home. Ron was sound asleep in the corner with George, Arthur and Molly, who had to be put to sleep with a charm as she was 'too much of a handful' said Arthur, who assured everyone it was for the best. Ginny sat alone, her back against a pillar, just gazing out of the window. She also had dark circles under her eyes and her eyes were red. She looked so empty, like a dementor had entered the room and stayed around. Harry walked over to her and found himself hugging her. She didn't even look shocked but immediately responded by hugging him back. He knew she just needed some comfort right now, and even though no words were spoken, he knew she was feeling better because of it.
A few minutes after that, Harry made his way down towards the great hall. Somehow, there was food available. Harry almost laughed at the attitudes of the British to crisis, if there is any trouble, tea will sort it out. Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were handing out cups of tea, well levitating them to people while professor Trelawney was gathering up cups and checking them eagerly before announcing to the cup owner their inevitable fate. Harry had a cup of tea appear in front of him and a wink from professor Flitwick lifted his spirits. He stood to the side of the hall, trying not to raise much attention to himself, when a sight that made his stomach lurch appeared.
Andromeda Tonks had practically run into the room carrying a small bundle. "Where is Nymphadora? Where is Nymphadora? Remus?' Harry suddenly realised that in all the confusion, no one had contacted her. He slowly walked towards her, as did Kingsley Shackelbolt. Something in their faces must have given the truth away as she collapsed to the floor wailing. Shackelbolt put his arm around her and signalled for Harry to take the baby. Harry carefully prized the baby from her arms while she continued to sob. Teddy was asleep. Harry looked down at his tiny god son. He was beautiful with his tiny button nose and rosebud mouth and even his little shock of bubblegum pink hair. Harry instantly understood Teddy. He was going to have a similar life to Harry, having to grow up without his parents. But Harry decided to refuse to let that happen. Teddy was going to grow up knowing of his ability and knowing heroic tales of his parents who he would know as the people who saved millions. Harry would never let Teddy grow up thinking he was not loved as he was loved dearly and nothing was ever going to stop that. Harry smiled at Teddy and Teddy woke up and looked at Harry, but didn't make any sound. He just stared at him. Harry told him everything, knowing he must look like an idiot standing in the middle of the great hall, talking to a baby who couldn't understand anything. But Harry didn't care. Teddy needed to know.