Chapter 5
Four months had passed since the Welcome home party. Harry and Parvati were in contact, by means of owls and the occasional meeting over a cup of tea and scones in the Leaky Cauldron.
He found her quite the entertaining writer. She kept a good prose when she wrote. Detailing the pains of a single motherhood. Parvati explained Kashmira's father. That he was an Indian, living in Amritsar, a guy that she had been with since she had first traveled over there to work out some case for the Ministry of Magic.
Harry wrote as best he could, trying to make his letters as witty and charming as Parvati's but it seemed he couldn't. He didn't have any grand adventures to speaking of. His life suddenly seemed very dull in comparison. Mourning for Ginny and working as person in an office was basically his life. He would have never gone out if Hermione hadn't come to the flat and basically dragged him to the Leaky Cauldron or some other place.
The high point of his week would be a letter arriving by a fantastically beautiful owl. He would feed the owl a morsel of food, before it flew back. He would send Hedwig back with an reply after a day or two of struggling for the perfect composition.
Parvati always remarked on Harry's letters. Making him feel funny for trying so hard. But in a good way. Harry thought as he finished the opening of Parvati's three page letter.
She was inviting him to a birthday celebration for her daughter. There would be plenty of wizard children afoot. And she was inviting some adults to keep balance. Harry was pleased to be one of these adults.
He responded with a yes. I'd love to. Even though he wasn't a great fan of large amounts of children. A chance to speak to Parvati in person would be worth it.
Harry spoke with Hermione after he wrote the letter. He had appeared at Hermione's door. Intending to discuss things.
Hermione was shocked at Harry's acceptance to be a chaperone. "Harry, you hate kids!" she said.
"I know, but I like her and she's my friend."
"Suuuree" Hermione said. A slight smile appeared on her face. Her eyes lighting up with the simple movement. Silence as Hermione thought. Then as though a lightbulb had appeared over her head and flashed on, Harry was aware of the fact that Hermione had an idea. Her smile had turned devilishly happy. And Harry was suspicious of this smile. But he didn't think much of it.