28. Peace

They tell Harry she's pregnant together.

They enter his office hand in hand, pretending to pick him up for lunch. They radiate happiness and Harry notices it instantly. He knows them better than anyone else.

"What's going on?"

He watches them exchange a gleeful smile. Ron looks at a loss of words and Hermione is practically bouncing on her feet, his heart races in anticipation.

"I'm pregnant!"

His heart stops for a second.

"You are?" he almost chokes.

Hermione smiles tearfully and nods. Ron puts his arm around her shoulders and looks at him, eyes bright and happy.

"Also," Hermione continues out of breath. She sounds speechless even, and he has a hard time believing it. "We want you to be the godfather of the baby. Our baby." And she points towards her stomach.

That does it.

Harry can feel his throat tighten and tears prickle in his eyes. He doesn't even want to fight them. Even though he's already a father himself, he doesn't understand why the news of his best friends having a baby make him feel so emotional. He knew this was going to happen. He's seen the looks they shared when they are around James.

Still.

His best friends are having a baby.

And it's there, eight years after the war and all the messed up things they went through together then, that Harry realises they truly won.