Space

Space fixed everything right? Time away from everything, everyone, it was good right?

Two months away from everything however was no such a good idea. Harry didn't realise just how long he had hidden himself away for. He made sure to reply to every message sent his way from everyone, Charlie, the twins, Ron, Luna, Bill and Fleur. He didn't want them thinking he was in danger. He made sure to go to every single one of his appointments to check on the baby, he ate all the right food, with a lot of help from Dobby and he even managed to study a good chunk of material for his Healer exams.

However, it was time to return home and fix the mess he had left behind.

Two months ago Charlie left to work with the dragons in Romania, and they had their very first argument, one Harry thought would have broken them. It didn't. A week later Harry received a letter from Charlie, everything he missed, everything he loved and everything he had hoped would happen was written in that letter. Harry cried his eyes out; he was blaming the hormones on that. Harry made sure that every day Charlie received a letter back.

Today would be the first day they would see each other in two months. Harry was sure Charlie would be shocked. He was massive!

They could make this work. They both understood what needed to be done, they both understood what they wanted to do with their lives, and they both agreed they were both going to get the chance to do what they want.

Harry hoped they would be able to come to a good arrangement within the week.

"Dobby, would you mind bringing my bags back home? I need to visit Molly first." There was a lot of catching up he had to do with all of his family. No one would tell him in their letters what had happened but he was sure it was something serious, no matter how much he tried to ask they told him not to worry. He shouldn't have any stress, keep the baby safe.

"Molly?" Stepping through the floo Harry glanced around the room. Where was everyone? "Arthur?"

"Harry!" Arthur pulled Harry into a tight hug, "we all missed having you around, come on, come on, Molly made some cake and tea." Shooing Harry into the kitchen both males sat down for a chat. It seemed Molly was at Saint Mungos, but Arthur wouldn't say why.

"Is anyone going to tell me what is going on? Charlie and I are both concerned no one is telling us anything."

"Ah. Yes. You see Molly made us promise not too, she wanted you to be further along and in a safe stage before telling. Have you spoken to Hermione recently?"

"No, I haven't…I need to talk to her I guess. She wouldn't just turn her back on me without a reason. It took me a while to realise, she must of known something and I just refused to listen to her." Harry shrugged, he was upset that he hadn't listened, Hermione was his best friend, his longest friend, and she was always going to be his friend. He just needed to learn that Hermione was smarter than him; she knew damn well what to do when something was wrong.

"Well, I think you should talk with Molly when she gets home. Some things need to be cleared up." The sound of the floo interrupted Arthur from speaking any more. "Ah! It seems she's back already!"

"Harry my dear!" Molly rushed in to give Harry a hug. "Oh my you have gotten big, no, no don't get up, keep yourself seated, I know what it's like when you're as big as you are, moving isn't easy." Serving herself some tea Molly sat down opposite Harry. She was ready for this conversation, Merlin knows how many times she went over it in her head, how many times she would say it to Arthur for his option.

"How was your trip?" Molly smiled at Harry.

"It was great; I really needed the time to think. I, erm, I was wrong about a lot of things so I think I'm going to try and clear them all up." Molly nodded to show that she was listening. "Charlie and I sorted out our issues, I think Hedwig was happy about that, she kept snipping my fingers when I sent her off with another letter." They had to change to throwing the letters through the floo, if Harry had been able to lean down to talk they would have conversed but his bump kept getting in the way. "Molly, what happened when I was away, everyone keeps dodging the questions."

Molly rubbed her hands over her cup of tea, she had this practised, and she could do this. "Ginny, we were worried about how far she was going. She was becoming a danger to herself. It was actually Hermione who noticed."

Harry nodded.

"You remember when Hermione told you that Ginny was living with her?"

"Yes, I may have jumped to the wrong thought."

"Well, Hermione took Ginny in so she could watch her, she wanted to see what was happening, see how Ginny would react. Hermione thought Ginny needed help so she called one of the Healers who deal with the mentally ill to check on her. She was brought to the hospital for treatment. She, they believe that something triggered her relapse, we didn't know she had a problem but…a lot of things have happened to her and everyone was so caught up trying to keep going, we all thought she was doing well." Sighing Molly tugged her tea closer, Arthur grabbed her free hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Hermione thinks that this all connects to the possession that happened. Something from him was left behind, something lay dormant for years. They aren't sure what it is, they don't think it is her who is mentally insane, they think whatever was left is causing her…"

"They don't really know do they?" Asked Harry.

"No." Responded Molly.

"When was she put into the hospital?"

"About two weeks after you left, Ron and Hermione took her to the hospital. They have been researching for an answer but they can't seem to find one that might work." Or one that explained what was happening.

Harry nodded along; Ginny was still suffering from all those years ago. Why hadn't anyone noticed? "How has she been then?"

"Sedated, she started to scratch along her legs, seems your break up triggered whatever it was that was there, she just started to decline."

He didn't think he could visit her, not yet anyway, not with everything that happened. He was going to need time to come to terms with this. "I think I need to head home, Charlie should be arriving any time now and I want to be there to see him."

Molly smiled, "could you tell Charlie for me?"

"Yeah, I will. Hopefully we will be at the next Sunday dinner." Giving Arthur and Molly a quick hug Harry made his way through the floo; he had a long talk ahead of him with Charlie.

Numerous bags lay around the living room, Charlie may have gone a little mad and bought a few too many toys for the baby, but the dragon teddy was just so cute and then you have the little dragon figurines that would puff out smoke or tiny sparks and why would he buy them?

It was good to see Dobby popping in and out with bags; it was a sign to Charlie that Harry was coming home.

"I missed this place." Stepping over the bag he dropped on the floor he sat down on the edge of the couch and waited. Dobby had it all under control, he wasn't going to tell the elf no if he wanted to do it. Charlie was just going to wait for Harry to get home.

Which wasn't as long as he thought, just as he started to relax Harry stepped through the floo.

He got big, and even more beautiful.

"Hello Charlie."

"Hey, erm, I…"

"Oh come here, give me a hug for goodness sake." Harry opened his arms and let Charlie hug him back. He missed him; he missed the sarcastic remarks that were made when they were watching really bad shoes or movies. He missed the constant burnt popcorn and he missed the safety he felt. "I'm sorry Charlie."

"I am too Harry, I think we were both in the wrong." Charlie smiled when he felt Harry nod against his chest. "I think we need to discuss what our future will be." Another nod, "Come on let's sit down, I'm pretty sure Dobby will be happy we are sorting this out, he kept taking my favourite cup and socks."

Harry laughed, that sounds like something Dobby would do. "Okay, I have an idea, and I'm going to say it all at once, and then I want you to do the same and we can see what we each want and we can then, chop and change to match for us both?"

"That sounds like a good idea." Charlie settled down on the couch, Harry sitting on the other side, his feet propped up on Charlie's lap. "Well then, Harry you can have the first say."

"Here's my idea! We already agreed I would stay at home for the first five years, that gives me enough time to study for my exams and spend time while our child."

"Yes."

"I was speaking with Hagrid and he wants to stop teaching. He doesn't enjoy it; he prefers spending time with the creatures in the forest. I thought why don't you teach, you're really good at it, and okay you don't get to spend as much time with the dragons you love but there are still the creatures in the forest which, no one really has fully explored before. There could be new and wonderful creatures in that forest for you to see. You'll be close to home; I know you're safe; you still get to work physically with the creatures you love. You can spend time with Ron at work! I'm sure he would love to have his brother working alongside him." Harry rattled off everything in one long breath. He needed to get it all out before he confused himself.

Charlie blinked at Harry. "Besides the part of me teaching, that was pretty much the same idea I had. I didn't know about Hagrid. I was thinking I could offer to work as a field worker for the creature research team. When a new creature is located we are sent in to see what it is, figure it out. It has similar time away as a term. Are you happy for me to be away for an entire term?"

Snorting Harry raised a brow, "I'm pretty sure I could visit you whenever I wanted." Not many people would complain if he was walking around the school, he could totally offer his services and advice to the children as payment.

"Do you think the school would let me be a teacher?"

"Have you seen the teachers they hired over the years? I'm sure you'd be one of the best ones they will get when Hagrid leaves. They would take you in a heartbeat. Plus, I could always use the, boy who lived card if you are interested." Charlie rolled his eyes at Harry, he was thinking about that option.

"Let me think about it?"

"Sure, I'll let Hagrid know to hold off until you're sure."

"Great, so, tell me all about your trip away."

"Only if you tell me about your work with the dragons."

"I think we could come to an agreement.

Hermione sat on the floor of her bedroom, half a sock pulled on her right foot. Would it be possible for their relationship to be repaired? Would Harry want to see her? Did he want to talk with her? She knew she should have told Harry what he plans were before doing them, she hadn't even told Ron and she was married to him! They had argued for days about it.

"'Mione." A hand waved in front of her face. "Hello?" Ron clicked his fingers. "Anyone home?"

Brown curls jumped as her head snapped up. "Sorry, I was lost in thought."

"I can see that, you've been sitting there fully dressed with half a sock on for the past ten minutes."

"Do you think Harry hates me?"

"No."

"What?"

"No, why would he? We've been through hell and we made it through the other side. We have our disagreements but we always come back to each other. I'm sure he just needed time." Ron sat himself next to his wife, hands pulling her foot into his lap, fingers pulling her song on fully. "I told him that you were wrong in my letters with him but we understood he needed to think things over. But no matter what we would be waiting for him if he needed to talk."

Hermione chewed her lip, when did Ron become the wise one? He just seemed to know what to do when it came to Harry. "I didn't think it through."

"I know you didn't but this is what today is for. To fix the mistakes."

"What?"

"We aren't seeing Ginny today; Harry asked if we could meet him at mum's, he wants to talk with us about everything." Smiling Ron patted Hermione's foot before standing up. He would stand by Harry no matter what, and he knew he needed to stay out of everything that was happening, let Harry ask him for help if he was needed. Harry knew what he was doing; Ron didn't want to be the best friend that always interfered.

"Come on, we're going to be late." Ron held his hand out to help Hermione up. Today was going to either be a bad idea or the best.

a/n – This is a complete rewrite of a draft that was written years ago. Two more chapters and this story should be completed.

This story has no beta, so please be aware there may be mistake.