2008
2005
the pillow was near soaked with tears, Hermione made a small, strangled noise and sat up, wiping her eyes and sniffing, she stood, headed in to the girls bathroom and positioned herself in front of the mirror, she looked in to her own, shinning wet eyes and still couldn't quite believe what was happening. She couldn't tell him, ruin his life aswell.
2008
ron watched the small boy sleeping, a smile playing on his lips. How could somebody so tangled in this same, sticky, deceitful web he was be so carefree?
He had carried the child upstairs to his bed, feeling the weight of his son in his arms for the first time, Hermione was at the door, watching him watch Sirius.
"Ben thinks your some sort of a weirdo, marching in here putting si to bed"
Ron scoffed
"its not realy his problem is it, he doesn't even know the kids name"
Hermione sighed, closing her eyes and Ron pushed past her
She followed him to the top of the stairs
"Ron, don't"…..
"don't worry"
ron looked back, the open door in one hand
"I'll contact you, you've got a fire place haven't you?"
there was real fear in hermiones eyes as ron closed the door behind him
Harry
Harry flicked another bottle cap in to the mug and sighed, rolling backwards in to a slightly off rolly poly.
He lay were he had stopped his spin, staring at the ceiling, he should be getting ready but he'd been awake hours and had lost track of time, he pulled himself up, sighing again, and headed for his bedroom, he surveyed the clothes covered floor, kicking things over to see what they were, he wanted to wear jeans but shouldn't he realy go wizard? He ended up in a muddle of robes and muggle garments, he almost laughed as he looked at himself in the mirror, that summed him up then didn't it? He ran a hand through his already tousled hair and popped out of the room, appearing in the leaky cauldron, people looked round at the pop and there were soon shouts of
"potter, good job"
and
"get the man a drink"
he smiled, the world cup was going to get him a lot of free alchol, unless he went to Sweden….
He took one of the pint glasses shoved in to his hands and drank it down in one, he waved the others away
"no, ive got to go, I'll be in later"
he left through the back door, tapped the bricks and stepped in to diagon ally, he kept his head down, but someone still called his name, he raised his head, not wanting to be rude, and was greeted by mrs weasley's arm wrapping around him.
"urrm"
he knew he was turning red
"mrs weasley, I"…
but he didn't have to finish, mrs weasley stepped back, looking him up and down
"your hairs a mess Harry"
he put a hand up to his head sheepishly
"sorry"
mrs weasley looked almost upset
"don't apologise Harry dear, I haven't seen you in so long! how are you?"
"im fine mrs weasley, im late, can we catch up another time"
mrs weasley looked vaguely hurt but nodded
"of course, must have a very busy schedule, I tell you what, why don't you join us for Fred and Georges birthday?"