Weeks had gone by since what was being called 'The Siege of the Ministry' and things had remained relatively quiet. Voldemort had not attacked any notable targets since the battle and seemed to be licking his wounds after Ky devastated his forces. After the funerals, Harry seemed to close himself off for a small amount of time. His girls knew he was blaming himself and quickly brought him out of it by surprising him with their nude bodies one night.
The Little Child to Lead Him Chapter 5, a harry potter fanfic | FanFiction
Another chapter! I feel like this could use another once-over, but oh well :- Next one should be, once again, Saturday or Sunday. The story feels like there's a chapter missing after that one, so we'll see where it goes. Since her talk with Hermione, Fleur was feeling much more comfortable. It took most of a sleepless night to sort it out, but in the end, all that mattered was that Hermione was correct: if there was one thing that Harry lacked in life, it was love and affection. And as she watched him more closely in the intervening days, she began to see the girl's other point, too. He was exceedingly reserved even with his friends, including Hermione — who, near as Fleur could tell, truly was his best friend in the entire world — but with Fleur it was different.
Harry appeared in the attic of Grimmauld Place; it had been set up as the designated apparating and disapparating point for the house. Listening for a moment, he was surprised to not hear anything from below. Shrugging, he headed down the steps and into one of the spare bedrooms on the floor. Usually he shared with Ron, but with Rose and all, he thought it prudent to have a room of his own so as not to bother anyone. He un-shrunk their trunks and set them near the bed before setting Rose on the bed and unhooking the sling.
I quickly crossed the office and sat down in the uncomfortable chair. Now I was facing down a McGonagall death stare. This was usually enough to make people shriek in terror, whilst running for the hills. I just sat there waiting for her to yell at me or something.