DISCLAIMER: All credit to JK Rowling
Chapter Twenty-Nine
"Hermione!"
"What?" Hermione asked innocently, turning to face Sirius.
"I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to be lifting anything heavy," he scowled at her.
She rolled her eyes. "Sirius, it's a garbage bag filled with Jamie's stuffed animals. I think I can handle it."
Sirius reached out and firmly took the bag from her. "We've got everything under control. Just sit, and don't move."
Hermione sighed, going downstairs and sitting on the couch with Leah and Tonks.
"I don't know who's worse, Harry or Sirius," she complained to them and they laughed.
"I think it's sweet," Tonks grinned.
"Remus isn't like this!" she argued.
"No, Remus is calm," Tonks agreed. "He knows you'd never do anything to hurt the baby. Harry and Sirius just... go a little overboard. They react too fast, and then think rationally later."
"Yeah I know," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Harry wouldn't have almost died half as many times as he has if he learned to think first. I've been telling him that since we were eleven."
Leah smiled. "Harry just wants to keep all the people he loves safe. Sirius..."
Leah stopped talking as they heard footsteps on the stairs.
"Hermione, you have way too many books," Ron groaned, sighing overdramatically, putting down the box he was carrying in the middle of the foyer.
"Ron, that's not really the best place to drop that," Fred said in a strained voice, as he and George followed Ron down the stairs carrying Jamie's dresser between them.
"I just need a sec," Ron replied, shaking his arms in preparation to pick up the box again.
"How about this, Ron? Move the box before Jamie's dresser finds its way on top of your head," George replied, and Ron hastily grabbed the box again, moving out of the twin's way.
It was a weekend in late May, and everyone in their 'family' had grouped together to help Harry and Hermione move into their new house. Hermione, at six months pregnant, had been banned by both Harry and Sirius from doing pretty much anything, expect watch as all the men traipsed up and down the stairs repeatedly, carrying down boxes and furniture. Although the house was only down the street, they couldn't use magic to move anything, because of all their Muggle neighbours.
To move things down to the new house, Harry had rented a moving truck, and was now outside supervising the loading of. Down the street, Molly, Andromeda and Luna had spent all morning cleaning the house, refusing Hermione's offer to help. Fleur and Angelina had taken Jamie, Teddy and the other kids out for the day so that they weren't in the way.
Hermione was restless, but had absolutely nothing to do.
"When we've finished, you can organise everything," Harry had told her, but that wasn't much of a consolation, in Hermione's opinion.
Neville was next down the stairs, struggling to see where he was walking over the top of the pile of pillows he was carrying.
"Do you want some help, Neville?" Hermione offered, standing up.
"No!"
Hermione and Neville both started, Neville dropping the pillows down the stairs in fright, and Hermione glowered at Sirius, who was glowering right back at her.
"Really, Sirius? Pillows?" she demanded exasperatedly.
"What part of 'no heavy lifting' do you not understand, Hermione?" he retorted.
"Fine. Show me the heavy part of the pillow and I won't lift it," Hermione glared.
Sirius came down the stairs, walking straight past where Neville was picking up the pillows again, and steered Hermione firmly into the living room.
"Now, sit down and don't move. So help me, young lady," he added threateningly, before heading out the front door.
"Young lady?" Hermione repeated, rolling her eyes.
She was surprised to see Tonks and Leah trying not to laugh.
"Sirius is such a dad!" Leah said finally.
Hermione heaved a huge sigh, but couldn't help smile fondly. "He really is. But he's being ridiculous!" she protested.
"Dad's usually are when it comes to their daughters," Tonks said knowingly, smirking.
Hermione shook her head and then grinned at them. "Tell me the truth. Do we have the most screwed up family in the world, or what?"
There came a chuckle from the doorway and they turned to see Dumbledore entering the room in time to hear Hermione's comment.
"I gathered from Sirius' mutterings that he won't let you help with the move?" he asked mildly and Hermione rolled her eyes slightly.
"He called me 'young lady' when I went to pick up a pillow," she stressed and Dumbledore laughed.
"Seriously, Harry's not this bad!" she complained, although they all knew she didn't really mind... much. It was just Sirius' overprotective way of showing he cared.
"What was he muttering?" Tonks asked him interestedly.
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "I believe I caught the phrases 'premature labour' and 'hernia'; although I'm not certain the two both related to you, Hermione," he said as an afterthought and Hermione laughed.
Dumbledore sat down and Leah offered him tea, which he accepted.
"So, how is the moving going?" he asked them.
"I'd have a better idea if I was allowed out of the room," Hermione grumbled.
It was Tonks' turn to roll her eyes. "Hermione, you're allowed out of the room. You just can't help... or lift anything."
"I think it's going pretty well," Leah replied. "Luckily it's only two rooms."
Hermione nodded in agreement. Although there were some days she was more excited about the move than others; both she and Harry had been excited to go shopping and fill their new home with furniture for the first time, which was already set up, courtesy of Molly, Leah and Sirius. Pretty much all today was about was just moving everything from Harry and Hermione's bedroom and Jamie's bedroom (including his many toys) into their respective new places.
Although, as Ron had frequently complained throughout the day, "If Hermione didn't have so many damn books we'd be done by now."
Sunset found Harry and Hermione standing alone in their new home, both feeling it extremely strange to only be down the street from Sirius and Remus, but feeling so far away. When they had finally finished moving all the boxes down the street, they had bought Chinese food for everyone who had helped with the move, before Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Leah reluctantly left for home. Of course, Hermione couldn't help but cry a little as they were leaving, and although Sirius had laughed gently at her and reminded her that they were only up the street, he seemed no more happier than Hermione.
"I guess when everything's unpacked and we get used to it, it'll feel more like home, right?" Hermione asked Harry.
He nodded. "Yeah, I guess. And think about it, once everything's unpacked we can set up the nursery and get that ready for Miss Potter, huh?"
Hermione thought about all the plans they'd discussed for their daughter's room and smiled for the first time since they'd been alone.
"Yeah, it'll be great," she agreed.
Dean, the incredible artist that he was, had offered to do a mural for both Jamie and the baby's room; and he and Hermione had spent ages discussing plans for both. Finally, they'd decided upon a Quidditch theme along one wall in Jamie's room; and for the nursery, Hermione couldn't go past the classic fairytale theme.
"She's going to be her Daddy's princess, so she might as well have a kingdom," Hermione had grinned proudly and Dean laughed.
Harry took paternal leave from work two weeks before Hermione's due date of August eighth. Now in her third trimester, Hermione could no longer chase around after Jamie all day, so she was relieved to have Harry nearby. There was also the factor that she had gone into labour with Jamie in the middle of the day, and they no longer lived with Sirius, who could easily work from home. Of course, he was just down the street, but Hermione was still calmer with Harry nearby.
The nursery was ready and waiting, Hermione's bag was packed, and everyone was on standby to baby-sit Jamie when the time came. Jamie seemed slightly more aware of the fact that a change was coming, and the result was that he clung more tightly to his parents, as though fearful they were about to desert him.
"I am so ready to have this baby!" Hermione moaned in frustration and exhaustion, whimpering slightly as she eased into a chair.
Leah smiled sympathetically at her. Hermione was six days overdue, and the heat wasn't helping matters.
"What does your doctor say?" Leah asked.
Hermione sighed, rubbing her stomach. "He doesn't want to induce me yet. He says it's not really an issue until I'm ten days overdue... so basically, if she doesn't come by Monday night, then he'll induce labour."
Leah grinned. "So, either way, you're having a baby this weekend?"
"Pretty much," Hermione laughed. "It could be worse, I suppose," she admitted. "I'm not as big as I was with Jamie... I can just see my feet at any rate."
"Lucky. I remember when I was pregnant with Jess... I had so much fluid that my doctor thought it was twins! I almost died, until they confirmed that there was only one heartbeat."
Hermione smiled slightly. "You must miss her so much."
"I do," Leah agreed sadly. "Every day. It was worse in the beginning... after Lance and I fell apart. I thought my whole life was over, and it was during the War... I was afraid for me and my parents and my friends. It was the first time that I'd actually been glad that Jessica wasn't here to have to suffer through this. But I was so depressed, I honestly wouldn't have cared if You- Know- Who came knocking to kill me. I probably would have invited him in for tea and cake first," she chuckled.
"So, what happened? What changed?" Hermione frowned, never having really talked about it before with Leah.
Leah sighed thoughtfully, and as she considered her answer, they heard the sounds from the backyard of Jamie laughing madly as he flew his toy broomstick under the close supervision of Harry, Sirius and Teddy. Tonks was in Hogsmede with Remus, as the two were having a lunch date.
"One day, my dad came to see me at the crack of dawn," Leah recalled. "He was in tears... but he was so happy. And he'd had a hard time with Jess's death too, and then I was so depressed and then Lance and I split... and the War... but he was so happy he was crying. And he told me that Harry Potter had just defeated You-Know-Who," she smiled and Hermione smiled back faintly.
"Everyone was celebrating, and when I took the store over from my dad, and I heard so many stories about what people had gone through... lost their entire family, their homes... and I realised, I still had reasons to be happy to be alive. I lost Jessica, but I had other things to be grateful for."
"And then you met Sirius," Hermione grinned and Leah nodded.
"Yeah. And he'd lost his freedom and twelve years of his life! He lost everyone who was important to him. Remus, James, Lily and Harry... and then he found Remus and Harry again. And then he got you and Jamie."
"And now you have us too," Hermione added warmly. "Although I'm not sure if you're counting that as a good thing," she laughed.
Leah laughed too. "Definitely a good thing," she assured her. "I get a family, but it's one so different to the one I lost that... there's not the painful memories and thoughts of 'I'll never have this with Jessica'. I said that I could never have another child, because it would hurt too much, like I was replacing Jess. And she was irreplaceable. But to have you and Harry... that's different. A good different," she stressed.
Hermione was smiling. "We're not so much a family, as a bunch of misfits who adopted one another," she giggled and Leah laughed in agreement.
"Hey, whatever works."
Harry and Sirius entered with the boys at that moment, apparently in the middle of a serious discussion.
"What are you guys talking about?" Leah asked them.
"We're just debating which Quidditch position Jamie's best suited for," Harry explained. "I reckon Seeker or Chaser."
"And I still think he could be a Beater," Sirius argued. "He's got a good arm."
Hermione stared at them. "He's not even two yet," she said finally.
Sirius shrugged with a smile. "Never too early to start, Mione. James picked Harry as a Seeker when he was three months old."
Leah and Hermione exchanged a bewildered look.
"If it wasn't for the fact that I can't get up," Hermione seriously replied. "I would roll my eyes and walk away."
Harry grinned. "I know."
"How are you going to cope if Jamie doesn't want to play Quidditch?" she asked him that night after he'd returned downstairs from putting Jamie to bed.
Harry laughed. "I'm sure I'll live," he smiled.
Hermione didn't look convinced and he laughed again as he kissed her. "Mione, really. Whatever Jamie or any other of our kids want to do with their lives is fine by me, as long as they're safe. But you have to admit, the odds are pretty good," he pointed out to her and she smiled.
"Yeah, I know," she rolled her eyes fondly. Then she yawned and turned off the light. "I love you."
Harry smiled softly as she curled up to his side as best she could, and he spanned one hand across her stomach.
"I love you too, sweet girl. 'Night, princess," he added in a murmur towards her stomach and Hermione squeezed his hand lightly.
The next thing Harry knew, there was an abrupt blow to his stomach and he jolted awake with a start.
"Mione, what the hell?" he mumbled half-asleep as he winced and held a hand to where she'd punched him.
"My water broke," she replied and Harry immediately sat up, reaching for his glasses and turning on the bedside lamp.
Hermione was sitting up in bed, and sounded more relieved than anything else.
"Are you okay?" he demanded anxiously and she nodded with a weak smile.
"I'm fine. Sorry I punched you," she winced apologetically. "It just startled me for a sec and I panicked."
"It's okay," Harry assured her. "I'm going to put your bag in the car and then take Jamie down to Sirius. Are you going to be alright for a few minutes?"
Hermione nodded calmly. "Yeah, I just need to get dressed. But hurry, okay?"
He grinned and kissed her for a long moment before jumping out of bed.
Harry almost gave Sirius a heart attack, when he'd let himself into the house at what he only realised then was one o'clock in the morning; but once Sirius had realised who it was and Harry had hastily explained that Hermione was in labour, his godfather had wordlessly taken Jamie into his arms, and sent him away, but not before making Harry promise to keep them notified.
Hermione was a lot calmer then she had been with Jamie, mostly because she knew what to expect. Unfortunately, that didn't make the contractions hurt less.
"They say the first labour is always the longest," she said to Harry around two thirty as they both blearily watched whatever was on television without really watching it. Hermione was trying to doze between her contractions, which were six minutes apart with two centimetres dilation; but it wasn't exactly easy.
Harry stifled a yawn as he answered. "And Jamie was how long? About ten hours?"
"Yeah. So with any luck, we could have a baby by lunchtime," she said hopefully, and then bit her lip as another contraction hit.
Harry and Hermione had told Sirius and Remus beforehand not to bother coming to the hospital this time to wait, at least not until it got closer. After all, this time there was Jamie to consider and they remembered from Jamie's birth how not fun hanging around a waiting room was.
But that didn't make it easier for them to wait around at home. Leah could sense how distracted Sirius and Remus were, Tonks even stayed home from work so she didn't miss any news. They had debated when to notify everyone what was going on, or whether to go ahead with Friday night dinner, but then Remus pointed out it made sense to go ahead with dinner, in case of any news. So, Sirius sent owls to everyone, telling them Hermione was in labour and they were welcome to come to dinner early.
Of course, everyone took them up on that, and everyone who didn't have to be at work was at the house by noon.
"Is there any news yet?" Steph demanded, when she and Tim arrived just after three o'clock.
"Last we heard, she was only five centimetres dilated and that was an hour and a half ago," Sirius replied fidgeting impatiently.
Tonks looked at Leah with a smile. "So, what do you think? This is the first time you've seen him with Hermione in labour," she said, nodding towards Sirius.
Leah grinned. "It's sweet."
Meanwhile, Fred and George were in a corner of the living room, counting all the final bets. They had two separate pools going for this pregnancy, one for the due date, and one for the name. Not surprisingly, most people suspected that Harry and Hermione were going with Lily, but there were a few amongst them who bet against it.
"It's too predictable," Tonks had argued.
George looked around with a smile. "I can tell you right now, depending on how much longer Hermione's in labour for, either Minerva or Dad are going to win this one."
Minerva had picked today's date, whilst Arthur had chosen the next day. Fred clapped his hands gleefully.
"Well, if Harry and Hermione don't name her after his mum; Tonks, Katie and I are going to pocket a windfall of gold!"
"Jamie's named after his dad, why wouldn't they name this one after his mum?" Ron asked pointedly.
"It's not like there's a rule about it, Ron," Fred rolled his eyes.
When the phone rang at a quarter to five that evening, everyone jumped a mile. The tension was thick as Sirius leapt for the phone.
"Hello?"
Everyone watched Sirius intently, and as he broke into a grin, they knew immediately that it was Harry calling with good news.
"That's great, Harry! Congratulations! How's Hermione? Ok, hang on let me get a quill and you can give me all the details."
Remus hastily handed a quill and a scrap of parchment to him, and Sirius began writing down details, turning away so no one could see.
"She sounds perfect, Harry," he said finally. "Give all our love to Mione, okay? Everyone's here... ok, we'll see you tomorrow. Bye."
"Well?" demanded Tonks, as Sirius turned back to them beaming proudly.
"We have a girl!" he announced and Molly rolled her eyes impatiently.
"We knew that, Sirius! What's her name? How's Hermione?"
"Hermione is great, just exhausted after fifteen hours of labour," Sirius replied assuringly and every woman in the room who had experienced childbirth winced.
"And the baby?" Ron asked.
Sirius cleared his throat importantly. "Ariana Lily Potter was born at four-oh-eight this afternoon, weighs five pounds and eight ounces and is in perfect health."
"Ariana?" repeated Ginny. "That's so pretty! Where did they get that from?"
Sirius shrugged. "I didn't ask. But apparently, it's Anna for short. And Harry says she looks just like Hermione," he grinned.
"What do you think, Jamie? You're a big brother!" Steph asked Jamie excitedly, who stared up at her blankly.
"Ariana... that name sounds so familiar for some reason, but I can't place it," frowned Molly thoughtfully.
Dumbledore remained quiet. He knew exactly where Ariana had come from, and was touched beyond words that Harry and Hermione had named their daughter after his sister.
"I can't wait to see her!" Leah sighed, as Fred and George began settling the matters of the bets. "What time do visiting hours start in the morning?"
"Ten," Remus answered. "Who wants a drink?"
Sirius and Remus were practically giddy with excitement, even after all the guests eventually left.
"I know why Harry and Hermione picked Ariana," Leah said quietly to them that night as they cleaned up the kitchen.
"How?" Tonks asked her, frowning.
"Do you remember last year? When the Daily Prophet printed that special about Dumbledore? When he turned one hundred and twenty?"
"Yeah," Remus nodded.
"They gave a brief biography of his life. Dumbledore's sister's name was Ariana."
Sirius gaped at his girlfriend for a moment. "Wow."
"That's why he was so quiet all night!" Tonks realised. "That's so sweet of Harry and Hermione."
Remus smiled slightly. "Dumbledore means a lot to Harry... and Harry means a lot to Albus."
"Ariana Lily Potter," Sirius said thoughtfully. "It's kind of perfect, isn't it? Lily would have loved it."
"I wonder why they chose Ariana Lily, not Lily Ariana?" Leah questioned.
Tonks grinned. "Like I said, it's too predictable!"
"There's still one matter we have to solve," Sirius said solemnly to Leah after Tonks and Remus had left the room.
Leah frowned. "There is?"
"Yeah." Sirius grinned at her. "Which do you prefer? Grandma or Nanna?"
The first thing Hermione did when she woke up on Saturday morning was have a long, hot shower and wash her hair. When she returned from the bathroom, Harry was sitting in the chair beside her bed, Ariana in his arms.
"She's going to have your eyes," she smiled lovingly at him, easing gently onto the bed.
Harry grinned up at her. "You think?"
"Definitely. Is she hungry?"
"Probably. The nurse only brought her in a minute ago, we've been bonding."
Hermione smiled as Harry stood up and carefully handed her their daughter.
"She's so beautiful, isn't she?" she murmured and Harry kissed the top of her head softly.
"Of course she is. She looks like you."
Hermione rolled her eyes slightly at Harry's unashamed bias, but raised an eyebrow at him pointedly.
"OK, so now that we have Princess Anna, are you happy to wait a few years before we go for number three?" she asked teasingly and Harry pretended to think about it.
"Fine," he eventually grumbled, but he smiled as he kissed her. "I'm leaning towards four," he warned her and she grinned.
"Well, as long as you remember I'm not doing more than that. I'm not trying to break Molly and Arthur's record," she warned him.
After Hermione had fed Ariana and Harry had burped her, Harry offered to go and get them both some real breakfast before visiting hours began.
"That sounds great," Hermione accepted gratefully. "I really hate hospital food."
"I know," Harry grinned. "I might stop off at home and shower first, though. Ok?"
Hermione nodded. "Ok. Don't be too long, though. And make sure the family's bringing Jamie when they come ok? I miss him."
"Will do," Harry grinned, kissing her again. "I love you."
"Love you too," she beamed. As he left the room, Hermione looked down at Ariana with a smile.
"You are going to have your Daddy wrapped around your little finger, missy," she told her daughter seriously.
"So, I'd take advantage of that and ask for a pony as soon as you understand what a pony is, okay?"
Ariana watched her mother with big blue eyes, that Hermione instinctively knew would soon match her father's emerald green. There was an expression on her face that suggested she knew exactly what Hermione was talking about.
There was a gentle tap on the door, and Hermione looked up to see Dumbledore in the doorway.
"Hi, Professor!" she greeted him happily, standing up gingerly.
"Good morning, Hermione," Dumbledore replied with a warm smile, coming into the room. "I managed to convince the nurses to let me stop by before visiting hours officially begin. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"
Hermione shook her head. "No, Harry just went to get us some breakfast. Because I refuse to eat what the hospital tries to pass off as food," she grinned and Dumbledore chuckled.
"I understand. And congratulations," he added sincerely and Hermione beamed.
"Thank you. Would you like to hold her?" she offered, and Dumbledore didn't even have to answer her before she handed Ariana to him.
"She's absolutely beautiful," Dumbledore declared, smiling at Hermione who glowed, both with tears in their eyes.
"She's going to have Harry's eyes, I just know it," she said happily, and Dumbledore chuckled.
"Well, Harry did know she was a girl from the beginning," he replied reasonably.
"Exactly," Hermione grinned. "Although I still say he was going off wishful thinking than any actual theories," she added and Dumbledore laughed.
Ariana, who had been settling down after being fed, went to sleep in Dumbledore's arms after only a few moments, and Dumbledore chuckled as he sat down in one of the chairs beside her bed, watching Hermione settle her daughter in the bassinet.
"If I recall, Jamie immediately went to sleep when I was holding him too," he said lightly. "I'm not sure what that says."
Hermione laughed quietly as she sat down next to him. "From my point of view, it's fantastic."
There was a pause as Dumbledore paused and then he turned to Hermione, his light blue eyes rather wet.
"Hermione, I can never thank you and Harry enough for this," he said to her sincerely, and as Hermione's eyes welled up, she was thankful Harry wasn't here, knowing he'd be uncomfortable.
"It was Harry's suggestion," she replied. "But we were happy to do it. And when Anna's old enough, I like knowing that we can tell her she was named as a tribute to you. Harry's always worried that he can never tell... our family, what they really mean to him. He never had anyone to show him any affection or emotion before... and he is a boy," she stressed pointedly, smiling.
"But he really does love you. And you're such a big part of his life... and of our family," she managed to get out without crying and Dumbledore took her hand gently.
"I know I made a mistake by not telling Harry about the prophecy earlier than I did. And that mistake almost cost Sirius his life, which I'm not sure Harry would have been able to really cope with," Dumbledore said honestly.
Hermione was quiet, they had talked about all this stuff during their heart to heart whilst she was pregnant with Jamie.
"And then with the Horcruxes, and the Hallows. It was an old man's mistake, Hermione. I cared too much about trying to give him a shot at having a normal and happy life for a brief moment. Harry's spent so much time with the weight of the world on his shoulders, and he's never deserved it. But... since he fell in love with you... I have to admit, it didn't surprise me. From your first year at Hogwarts, you reminded me a lot of Lily. But I knew that you complemented Harry's weaknesses and vulnerabilities, just as he does yours. And that is what makes the two of you such a great couple. It was only really a matter of time before your friendship evolved into something more," Dumbledore said honestly, and Hermione blushed.
"Harry knew you were just trying to protect him," she said quietly. "And he was hurt, and angry... but he never would have let those things get in the way of what you mean to him. He waited too long for people to care about him to push them away... and that's the point of family. You forgive the people we love when they make mistakes."
Dumbledore beamed at her. "Thank you, Hermione."
The elderly man rose from his seat, and Hermione did too, so she could embrace him properly. They'd just pulled away when Harry entered, happily surprised to see Dumbledore there.
"Hi, Professor!" he greeted him, handing Hermione the yoghurt, fruit salad and juice he had bought her for breakfast.
"Good morning, Harry. I couldn't resist coming by early to meet your daughter," Dumbledore explained with a smile and Harry grinned.
"I don't blame you."
Hermione rolled her eyes slightly as she sat down to eat, and Dumbledore chuckled.
"Harry... I wanted to thank you," he said solemnly and Harry shrugged, only relatively awkward. Dumbledore didn't have to specify more than that, it was perfectly obvious what he was talking about.
"It seemed the least I could do," he replied and Dumbledore smiled as he hugged Harry, which Harry warmly returned.
"I'll let you finish your breakfast before you get bombarded with visitors," Dumbledore stated and bowed slightly to Hermione and clasped Harry's shoulder firmly.
"Congratulations to you both again. Ariana is absolutely beautiful. Good day," he bid them goodbye and left.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked Hermione, noticing her wet eyes as he took the seat Dumbledore had vacated.
Hermione nodded. "Yeah, just hormones. I had a nice talk with Dumbledore... and I think we're going to have to stop referring to him by his last name."
Harry grimaced slightly. "I know, we're not really on a last name basis... but it just sounds so weird to think of calling him Albus. Doesn't it? I mean, what are the kids going to call him?"
Hermione shrugged and took a sip of juice. "I don't know... but has anyone told Dumbledore he's not allowed to die? Because we should really make sure he's aware of that," she said, completely serious and Harry laughed.
"I'll make sure I pass it on."
He opened his own breakfast, pancakes, to eat; and then glanced over his shoulder at Ariana, sleeping soundly in the bassinet.
"Have I mentioned how much I love you today?" he asked his wife quietly, who kissed him in reply.
"Not in the last half an hour. Have I mentioned how completely and blissfully happy I am?"
"No, but I knew it anyway. I love you, sweet girl."
Hermione smiled. "I love you."
