'Okay, buddy, time for a nap I think,' Harry said as Nate let loose a huge yawn, revealing the half chewed cookie in his mouth.
'Not yet,' he said sleepily, swallowing the cookie as Harry lifted him up.
'Yes, I think so,' Harry said, smiling, taking him into the living room and laying him in the play pen. 'Sleep now.'
'No,' Nate said half-heartedly, laying his head down.
Harry just smiled.
'I think you should get him a broom,' Oliver was saying to Kit as Harry re-entered the kitchen.
'No,' Kit said firmly, collecting dishes.
'Why not?' Harry asked as he grabbed a tea towel.
Kit shot him a look. 'He's too young yet,' she said as though that solved everything.
'But I think you should let him exper–' Oliver began, but Kit cut him off.
'No. He's too young. And it doesn't matter what you think, you're not his mother,' she snapped.
Oliver looked taken aback.
'Hey, that's a little harsh,' Harry said, drying a plate.
'I'm sorry,' Kit said, turning to Oliver.
'No, I'm sorry,' he said, blushing, I should have never –'
'Oh, give it up,' Kit snapped. 'And no, we aren't giving him a broom.'
'But they have child sized ones,' Harry offered as the others fell silent to watch the match.
'I don't care. He's not getting one.'
'They're safe, though. It says so on the label.'
'I don't care if it was inspected by the Queen. He's not getting one.'
Harry sighed. 'It's about the money, isn't it?'
Kit scowled. 'Well, we don't need to be spending money on that kind of thing when there are bills to pay.'
'Is that the only reason?' Harry asked, wiping out the inside of a glass.
'Well, that and he's too young,' Kit said indignantly.
'I can look for one that's made for his age group and is less expensive,' Oliver offered from the table.
Harry grinned while Kit scowled.
'I should be off,' Oliver said, standing up. 'Thanks for lunch, Mrs Weasley.'
'My pleasure,' Mrs Weasley grinned. 'You should bring Sasha around for dinner some evening.'
'Yeah, we'll work something out,' Oliver grinned. 'Bye.'
'Bye,' they all said.
Silence fell as they heard the faint 'pop!' outside the door.
'We should start packing the car,' Kit said suddenly as she drained the sink.
'Yeah,' Harry agreed, drying the last plate and placing it in the cupboard. 'Are all the boxes sealed?'
'Yes,' Hermione said from the table as she sipped her tea. 'I could shrink them if you wanted,' she added as an afterthought.
'No, that's alright, Hermione,' Harry said. 'We don't have that much stuff anyways.'
'Okay,' she said, starting to get up. 'I'll come and help you –'
'No, Hermione, sit down,' Harry grinned. 'You've already done so much.'
'But I don't mind,' she began.
'Sit your arse down and drink your tea,' Kit said. 'We'll get through it.'
'Okay,' Hermione said, grinning and following the orders given to her.
Kit grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him from the kitchen. As they began mounting the stairs, they heard Mrs Weasley say to the others, 'they probably want to do it all on their own. You know … open the house and unpack by themselves, as a family.'
'It's that the truth,' Kit whispered, pulling Harry up higher into the house.
As they reached Ginny's room (where the boxes were), Harry let out a sigh.
'We're going to do this the Muggle way, aren't we,' he said, knowing the answer as Kit picked up one of the reasonable lighter boxes.
'You bet your arse we are,' she said. 'Bend with your legs.'
Harry rolled his eyes, doing what he was told. Mercifully, he had travelled up and down the rickety stairs so often in the past year that no longer did he require seeing his feet as he descended. He reached the kitchen, only to find it deserted.
'The others are outside de-gnoming the garden,' she said, tossing the car keys on the table. 'I pulled the car a little closer.'
'Good idea,' Harry replied, sweat already gathered on his brow from the strain of carrying the box and the relentless humidity that neither of them had noticed until now.
It took just under an hour for the couple to move everything into the car, as a method was made so as they wouldn't pass each other uncomfortable on the stairs.
As Harry placed the last box on the table in front of a tired, sweaty Kit, she finally smiled.
'This is the last one?' she asked as Harry sat down across from her.
He nodded, laying his head down on the cool wood.
Kit just beamed as she hauled it to the car where she placed it in the back seat (as the trunk was full).
'Daddy?' a little voice said from the living room.
'Hey, buddy,' Harry said, pushing his chair back so he could see into the living room where Nate was peering over the side of the play pen.
'Daddy!' he screeched.
'Are you ready to move now?' Harry asked, leaning back on the chair's back legs as Nate jumped around.
'Yeah!'
Harry laughed as Kit re-entered the kitchen.
'Why are you laughing?' she asked suspiciously. Harry just pointed into the living room. As Kit went to stand behind him, she grinned. 'Are you ready to go, Nate?' she asked, watching him jump around.
'Yeah!'
'Okay, let's get you ready then,' she said, moving into the living room.
The essentials left out of the trunk for Nate were packed in a matter of minutes, and soon they were all assembled around the car, Nate and Kit struggling with the car seat.
'Drive safe,' Mrs Weasley said for the fifth time as she hugged Harry again. 'Oh, I can't believe it. Moving out already.' She wiped a tear from her eye.
'Mum, it's not like you'll never see them again,' Ginny said as she hugged Harry.
'Don't torture Kit with the oldies for too long,' Hermione said as Ginny moved off to hug Kit.
'Never,' Harry grinned, finally able to sidle over to the driver's door.
'We have to get going,' Kit said, looking at her watch and opening the door.
'Send an owl when you get there,' Mrs Weasley said, her eyes brimming with tears.
'Of course, Mrs Weasley,' Harry grinned, starting the engine.
'Bye, Nate!' Ginny said, waving at the clapping toddler.
'Bye bye!' he shouted, giving a squeal of delight as the wheels started to roll.
Harry gave a small wave of his hand as Kit twisted around in her seat to wave at the ones they were leaving behind.
'Music, daddy! Put on music!' Nate squealed from the backseat.
Harry grinned at Kit as she pulled out the Eagles 'Hotel California'. 'That's what I call music,' he said happily, drumming along on the steering wheel.
'Yeah!' Nate said happily, clapping his hands as they picked up speed.