Hermione

'Uncle Harry!' Jake yelled, and before he knew it, the young man on the threshold was on the floor trying to draw a breath.
Hermione started loosening the grips of a dozen little hands on Harry's arms, legs and face while Harry himself emerged from a sea of limbs repairing his glasses, hair as messy as ever.
When he got to his feet and had given each of the children a careful pat on the back she hugged him tightly and whispered softly in his ear. 'It's good to see you, Harry.'

Dinner was excellent off course. Molly has outdone herself once again; conversation and laughter filled the kitchen. Everybody had a lot of catching up to do, especially concerning Harry's whereabouts and adventures. Harry was hearing three months worth of ministry antics, new teeth, funny anecdotes and popular gossip.

'So this week you have been spotted walking around Los Angeles with some famous muggle model,' Fred filled him in. 'And your 22nd lovechild was discovered the week before last.' George was eager to announce.

'Only seven more to go then,' Harry dryly commented, and everyone burst out laughing again.

The children were sent up hours ago but everyone else had moved to the living room were wine flowed richly.
Hermione, not really listening to the bantering, let her gaze slide over her family:Mrs Weasly was sitting in an armchair, tears of laughter and happiness in her eyes. Percy sat next to her holding Penelope's hand. Across the room was Bill with a sleepy Fleur in his lap. Fred was leaning against the fireplace and George was sitting on the armchair of the sofa where she and Ron were crammed between Angelina and Katie, both very pregnant.
Ginny lay sprawled on a rug in front of the fireplace, looking very much the lazy cat, and on a cushion next to her was Harry.
Hermione couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed.

She finally felt as if things were falling into place again and it was time to move on. Some already had, but for her it was different. More difficult maybe. She had been completely cut off from her previous life. Voldemort had murdered her entire family and all of her muggle friends. Because of her dozens of people had died. People she loved. People who had been loved by others as well. The loss was crushing. The guilt she knew Harry must have felt for years still weighed enormously on her heart.
But she had found comfort, support and a new family at the Burrow. Maybe it was time she started living her life too. Ron certainly thought so.

Here she could. At the burrow there was Life.

Upstairs nine boys were asleep (two of Bill and Fleur, Percy's three sons, George's twins and Charlie's kids, now in the care of his mother and sister) and two more Weaslys were on the way. Hermione was certain Molly was hoping for at least one of them to be her long awaited granddaughter.

When she looked at the happy parents in the room something caught her eye. She couldn't help but notice the look in Harry's eyes. He looked suspiciously contented himself. Not at all in character…

Harry had been on the move for over two years now. When he could finally stop worrying about a bunch of Death Eaters lurking in the shadows he had to start running from a flood of reporters following him wherever he went.

Harry was in great spirits after he killed Voldemort. Not at all what everyone expected: instead of brooding and locking himself up – Harry being Harry – he was determined to hunt down all the remaining Death Eaters. Which he did as a matter of fact (with the help of the order and a bunch of aurors off course). And when everything was over he only hesitated for a second before consenting with an interview and a press conference (!).

But that's where it went wrong. Harry was bombarded instantly as the hero he was and the idol he didn't want to be. There were countless articles written and hundreds of pictures published. For a month he couldn't get out of his home without being showered with questions and blinded by cameras. Random people accosted him in the street often being very rude and inappropriate. When he stopped going out at all (without his invisibility cloak) reporters showed up in his apartment and went so far as going through his garbage. He had moved there to stop them pestering the Weaslys (although each of them was something of a celebrity and could be found in the gossip pages at least once a month) but to no avail. At one point Ginny had to be taken to St-Mungo's when one of the photographers 'accidentally' knocked her down when trying to make her pose for a picture (she had taken a nasty fall, countless of pictures where there to prove it), and George had been summoned to a ministry hearing for punching the guy in question.

That was the day Harry decided to leave England altogether. He had been hiding al over the world ever since, moving from one place to the other every time his cover was blown -which happened quite a lot actually… He is world famous after all.

He comes to visit now and then, when he thinks it's safe, but he never stays longer than a day and the anxiety drips of his face. For good reason, Hermione was sorry to say, because find him they do. They were all kind off high profile now and none of them was completely paparazzi-free, so Harry was often discovered which means hell breaks loose.

The last time he was in the country, Teenage Tattle a popular magazine for young witches somehow got word and sent a special 'asap' delivery owl to its subscribers.
Hundreds of witches showed up at Ottery St.Catchpole mere minutes after Harry did.

But today Harry was oddly at peace. The wine might have something to do with that, but it wasn't like Harry to let his guard down. But when she took a closer look, she could see something very much alike the look in Bill's eyes when he talked about his sons, or the sparkle in Angelina's when she was telling about the baby room Fred was preparing… Or was it someth- No, it couldn't be!

But there it was: the small smile on his lips, the sparkle in his eyes…

So there might be another reason for his three month absence after all:

Harry is in love.