After picking up his godson, Harry and Teddy went back to Grimwald place, where Harry made them dinner and they read stories from the Tales of Beedle the Bard and Harry animated Teddy's stuffed dolls to act out scenes from the stories. All the while Teddy's hair was a whirlwind of colors as it shifted from the moods he felt, to those he perceived in Harry, to those that were being told in the story.

Harry awoke in the middle of the night to a heavy knocking on the door and to the house and Mrs. Black screeching that someone had woken her up. After two screams from the portrait, Teddy awoke, balling for his Hawey. He bolted out of bed and raced down the stairs to Teddy's room where he picked up the boy and cradled him in his arms. Then, they ran down more steps to quiet the painting. Harry pointed his wand at the frame and she instantly shut up. Then Harry heard a voice coming from outside the door.

"Harry! Open up! It's me." Harry calmed a little, recognizing the voice, but not enough to completely trust that it was who he thought.

Holding Teddy to one side, he opened the door with his wand and pointed it at the girl standing, sopping wet from the rain, on the landing.

"Hermione," Harry said noticing her blotchy and reddened face, "What's—" he began but was cut off by her throwing her arms around his neck and tears falling swiftly from her already drenched face.

"We had a fight," she said softly, "And I—" she had to take deep breaths to continue. "I left. I didn't know where else to go. Can I stay here tonight?"

"Yeah, of course you can. Stay as long as you like. But tell me what happened. Come on, let's go downstairs." Harry led the way into the kitchen, closing the door to number twelve Grimwald Place behind his friend. "Ginny's got some spare clothes here if you want to use them while yours dry. I'll wake Kreacher to make us some coffee then."

"No Harry, don't wake him. I don't want to impose."

But her protests didn't matter, because Kreacher was waiting dutifully at the bottom of the stairs to great his master, "Master Harry, and little Teddy, and this is not Miss Weasley girl, it's the mud—Miss Granger. How lovely to see you again. Sorry for nearly insulting you miss. Old habits do die hard," and he gave a bow to Harry and a little head nod to Hermione.

"That's all right Kreacher, I understand. How are you?"

"I'm fine miss, but it's looks as though it is you we should be asking about. Would you like some coffee? Tea? Soup?" He would have continued listing those comforting foods to which he had become so adept at making had Harry not stopped him.

"Tea's fine Kreacher, thanks, and could you go lay Teddy down in the crib." Harry handed his godson off to his godfather's houself, who lay the boy down in the crib in the kitchen. Harry and Hermione then sat down at the table taking the end and next-to-end seats. "Alright Hermione, tell me what's going on," Harry said, pointing his wand at the grate, and lighting the fire.

Which she did, for hours. It was nearly five in the morning when Hermione had finished talking. She told Harry everything from her's and Ron's most public to private moments. Some of which Harry would have been quite happy to have forgotten.

Hermione had switched from tears to shouting to whispering and all within half an hour. From what Harry could understand, Ron had not wanted to help plan the wedding or spend any holiday with her parents, and flat out refused to talk about children. He believed it all to be simple misunderstandings, but listened to her go on all the same.

Once she had calmed down, Harry tried reasoning with her. "Hermione," he began and thought over his words, "You're welcome to stay here for however long, but now that you've talked about it to me, don't you want to go talk to Ron again?"

"How could you say such a thing Harry? I've just told you that my entire relationship with Ronald is on the line and you suggest talking to him?"

"I mean, talking is one way to go, but what's your plan?" He said switching gears.

"Well, I don't have one."

Harry gave her a look that much resembled the one she used to give himself and Ron when they hadn't read Hogwarts; A History.

"Well, I guess you're right. But I don't want to."

He laughed, "I know you don't."

"Fine," she said standing up, "Thanks for listening Harry, you're always there for me. I'll be back later. I'm going to get some things from my apartment. I may need to stay here."

"Of course I will be, and that's fine." And with that, Hermione walked out onto the front step and disapperated. Harry looked down at his watch and noticed the time, then up to where Hermione had disappeared, and saw the sun rising. Teddy would be up soon, and Harry wanted to get some sleep before the child awoke.

But at that moment, "Hawey!" No sleep tonight then.