AN: Good morning my lovely readers and I am very sorry that I haven't been updating lately. I want and hope to update more I've just been working very hard on one of my stories. Once again anything you recognize is JK Rowling's anything you don't is mine.

I ran after Harry as he crossed the hallway to the nursery. He strode into the open doorway his shoulders thrown back. I followed and almost stumbled in shock.

The room was a mess. Half of the walls were gone, it was a wonder the room was still standing. Snow covered most of the surfaces in the room. A crib was on its side in the corner. Quidditch players zoomed around the walls. A changing table was in the corner with little diapers, onesies, paste, powder and wipes. The closet door was open a little bit and I could see little outfits hanging up.

Harry leaned over and picked up a little owl mobile off the floor. He smiled sadly and tapped it. A little tune started and I frowned. It wasn't a song I had ever heard before and it sent chills down my spine.

"Do you recognize the song Harry?" I asked softly my voice shaking. A strange look was on his face. His green eyes were wide and his lips were pursed.

"I think I do." He said softly. "I think Mum sang it to me when I was little."

I froze my eyes widening in shock. "You remember that?"

"Yes, I think I do." Harry said his eyes wide. He looked around the room his lips pursed. "She was standing over my crib. So was Dad. He had his wand out and was making smoke with it. She was humming to me and smiling... and... and... that's all I remember."

I took a step closer to him and slowly placed my hand on his shoulder. He slowly touched my hand and gripped it painfully tight. "Harry —"

"I'm sorry I can't baby, lets get out of here." He shook his head and pushed out of the room tears sliding down his cheeks.

I took one last look around the room before following Harry. He was shaking his head and muttering under his breath. I tried to hear what he was saying but I couldn't. Harry didn't even look back at the house, he stormed out his head lowered.

"Harry! Slow down!" I said trying to catch up with him. "Harry!"

He dissaparated with a crack and I stared at the spot he left in shock. I had a bad feeling it would all be too much. My heart pounded and I shook my head, where would he go? What would he do when he was this upset?

I dissaparated to the steps of Grimmauld Place and opened the door. Loud cursing and angry yells were all that greeted me. I slowly made my way across the floor and peaked into the living room. Harry was throwing things around the room and cursing everyone from Voldemort to Professor Dumbledore.

I watched silently as he slumped over crying brokenly into his hands. More than anything I wanted to run over to him and pull him into my arms but I knew it wouldn't help. He needed to grieve and some part of me knew he needed to grieve alone.

I silently made my way over to a notepad and wrote Harry a quick note telling him to send me a patronus when he was ready to talk. My heart stuttered painfully in my chest as I took a step back and made my way out the front door.

He would contact me when he was ready. The only question was how long it would be.

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