It is oddly quiet here in The Burrow. I don't think I've ever heard it quite so quiet. If it wasn't someone arguing or getting yelled at, it was one of the owls screeching, or Mum's usual business in the kitchen making a racket. It's not peaceful quiet either, it's spooky quiet. Maybe I should ring Hermione and Ron, I'm sure they'd be willing to come and keep me company. Wait, I hear someone at the door.
It is Hermione and Ron. We exchange hugs and kisses, and I can feel the baby kicking in Hermione's stomach. We're all outside in the garden now, talking about how our lives have been going.
"So, how is Harry?" Ron asks me. "He is good." I reply. "He's working for the Ministry of Magic, as you know, and he is an accomplished Auror." I say proudly. "I think he had some work to do, and that's why he wanted me out of the house this weekend." I say, now somewhat glum. Hermione begins to giggle, and Ron elbows her. "Is there something I don't know?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. "Um, no." Hermione replies, still in her fit of giggles. "How have you two been?" I ask. "Very good." Ron replies. "I'm due in two weeks." Hermione says, indicating her stomach. "How wonderful!" I replied, excited to be an aunt, even if I already am one. "I'm so happy for you both." I say, smiling. It's so wonderful to be home!