A/N: Thank you for your reviews and support. I am sorry about the delay in posting. Hopefully, I will get at least three chapters up today. As always, I have no right to claim ownership aside from the plot. I hope you enjoy this.

Chapter 3:

Hedwig flies back to her pet's home. She actually saw his best friend. She was sad but looked healthy to the owl. Hedwig lands on Draco's shoulder as he walks into the townhouse.

"Wha'cha got girl?" he opens the letter and proceeds to enter the kitchen.

"Harry, looks we got the receipts and a note from the owner of the Inn." He hands the papers over to the green eyed man. The bundle that Hedwig was clutching in her talon, was next on the list, but the owl started to peck him when he tried to take it from her.

"Draco, the note says that it's hers. Apparently, it's a present from the owner. That's strange, it's like she knew Hedwig. Look here, 'an old friend'. Who could that be?" Harry's waving the parchment around causes Draco to catch a scent that he hasn't smelled in over a year. It's changed a bit, but still the same.

"Oh my god, when do we leave Harry? Tomorrow right? The quicker we can get there, the better." Draco grabs Harry and hugs him, scaring the shit out of him.

"Slow down man. You're acting like it's your mate's smell." Harry thinks for a moment. "You're veela. That's why the Slytherin Sex God hung up his boxers. The owner is your mate, isn't it?"

"Yes, and for once, I'm not telling you something. We wouldn't have known until tomorrow, if she hadn't sent the note. You can keep all the bacon, Hedwig. From now on, you can have all mine, for finding my mate."

Draco tosses through the night. After Harry goes out, he goes to Hedwig's cage.

"Is she safe girl?"

The snowy owl clicks her beak. "Does she have anyone?"

This time the owl shakes her head. Draco breathes a bit easier.

The day dawns, Harry and Katie meet Draco, Nev, Luna, the Zabinis and Weasley's at the apparition point. They pop to another point and start walking up the walkway between the buildings. The path leads to the front door of the Jasen Inn.

Blaise pushes the door open, ringing the bell. The group looks around the lobby, before a slim, curly haired woman walks behind the desk.

"Welcome to the Jasen Inn. I assume you are the group Ragnok was sending me. You may use the den to meet in, if you wish. So who has the single room?" The woman's voice is kind and clear and familiar.

"That would be me, my dear. Draco Lucius Abraxus Malfoy." Draco walks up to the counter.

"Malfoy, the girl doesn't need a full family history at the first meeting." Neville laughs at his former tormentor turned friend.

"Especially since I heard him say it for six years like someone would forget if he didn't." Hermione mutters. Neville gives her a strange look.

"Sign here and here's your room key, Lord Malfoy." Draco signs and takes the key from her, letting his hand slide against hers. Hermione looks at him, as sparks go up her arm. He grips her hand and kisses it.

"Let's see, a double room for Lord and Lady Blaise Nuncio Zabini." Blaise signs the book, confused on how she knew his full name.

"Another double for Lord Neville Franklin Longbottom and Miss Luna Mae Lovegood." Both Nev and Luna sign. "It's good to see that you're still together." The girl says, to which they nod. Everyone is getting more nervous.

"A double with two beds, for Messrs. William Arthur and Charles Allen Weasley." Both men sign and claim their keys. Bill takes a long look at the girl. Her scent is as familiar as her voice.

"Another double with two beds for Messrs. Fredrick Gideon and George Fabian Weasley." The twins sign and get their key. This is getting rougher to do, and the last is worse.

"Finally, a last double room for Lord Harrold James Potter-Black-Ravenclaw-Gryffindor and Miss Katherine Elise Bell. Please sign the book Lord Gryffindor." When he does, he looks up to claim the key to his room. The woman's eyes are watering, tears are freely running down her face.

"Are you OK, Miss?" he asks, concerned.

"Yes, now that I've seen your face again Sire, I am." She chokes out around a large sob. Harry is more confused, as she runs from the room.

"Let's go to our rooms. We can ask her what's going on, later." Blaise motions to get moving.

Draco is physically upset that she was crying so hard over seeing them again. He doesn't think it's anything the first few did. She started getting emotional when she was checking in the Weasleys. Of course, at one point, Hermione thought of those four as brothers, especially the twins. Even with them she held it together, but with Harry she fell to pieces. Yet she didn't tell them who she was.

Harry and Katie's room is in the main house. Out of their window, is a great view of the garden.

"She's out by that…is that a gravestone?" Katie walks to the window. Harry walks to her side. "Yes, it is. I wonder if that's what she meant. She said she was glad to see my face."

"I don't think so. She was not mistaking you for someone else. Harry, she used your full title. Only a very few know it. She didn't call you Lord Potter or even Lord Potter-Black, she called you Lord Gryffindor and Sire. That means she knows that the Gryffindor name confers a regal title."

Katie decides to go to the girl. Apparently, Pansy and Luna had the same idea. The three of them meet behind the crying woman. Then they hear her.

"Jasen, I saw him today. I broke down. I couldn't tell him. It was too early. I'm sorry, my little man." The woman sobs.

The woman falls to her knees and cries. That's when Katie sees the writing on the stone. She gasps.

Jasen James Potter

Born: July 31 1998 - Died July 31 1998

May you fly with the angels,

My little man

Seeing Katie cover her mouth, Luna and Pansy read the stone with widening eyes.

Without looking up the woman speaks. "He didn't cheat on you Katie, it was before he asked you out the first time. I thought that he was crazy from the battle, but he was right. Jasen was stillborn, I carried him as long as I could. He didn't stand a chance, the trauma from the day at Malfoy Manor did him in before he even started to grow.

Don't fault Harry for this, he doesn't know and Jasen won't hinder you guys." Hermione gets everything out between sobs. "He was worried that I might be and how it would look to you."

"Oh my God, Hermione! I wouldn't have cared in the least. I was still with Oliver at the time. Harry and I didn't get together until three months into trying to find you. I've been so worried about you, little sister." Katie reaches out and pulls the younger girl into her arms. Pansy and Luna pile on. All four girls start to cry. Three for being together again and one for having her family once again.

Katie breaks away. "I'll be here for both of you. You need to tell him, Hermione. He needs to know about Jasen. He needs to morn for his son, all of us do."

"I know Katie. That's why I let Ragnok suggest staying here to you all." Hermione dries her eyes and smiles at Pansy and Luna. "Hi, guys."

"Forget the Hi guys. Come here." Pansy waves at her and hugs her again. Luna shakes her head. They had found their sister and in true Hermione fashion, she is doing everything herself.

"This is a massive amount of work for one person, 'Mione. You are known for Herculean feats, but this is a lot, even for you."

"Lu, it keeps my mind off of everything. I was a wreak, when I left. No offense, but even though I had gone through everything with him; Harry was only thinking of someone else's opinion, completely discounting me and the possible, at the time, child. I understand that he was still in the wrong frame of mind, but it was a breaking point.

I went to see my parents, they let me decompress with them and then pushed me to get back to England. I bought this place and renovated it.

I started to feel bloated and run down, all the while not even remembering about missing several periods. I never had one during that year, because of malnutrition and running our arses off to defeat Riddle.

I went to the local clinic. They sent me to a local doctor and he told me that it was a miracle that I made it to five months. He asked if I suffered any trauma in the last six months. I said yes, I told him it was a hostage situation, it really was. He told me that my son will not live but it would be better to keep him in for as long as I could. By some fluke, he was born on Harry's birthday.

He was tiny, but he had black curly hair. The nurse who checked him over, asked if the father's eyes were bright emerald green. I nodded, she said by the shade, she figured he would have had them too.

The inn keeps me going each day. Katie, don't get any idea that I want Harry for anything other than a brother. I don't, it was stress bearing down on us, that night."

"Hermione, I am not worried in the least."

The girls are again hugging, when Hermione remembers that she needs to start cooking supper. "Let's continue this in the kitchen. I need to get going on supper."

"But it's ten in the morning!" Pansy cries, aghast.

"Pans, I usually would be making dinner by four in the afternoon, but I need to make the base for the lasagna. Then, I'll let the machine make a loaf or two of bread. You'll see, come on."