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"Hello, Hermione Granger here. I must be busy, so please leave a message. Thank you very much!"

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I wasn't alone for any of it.

[See? He took precautions.]

But if you want to look sternly at me and demand I eat soup, I'd be so grateful.

I will do that. Soup and maybe some toast.

Why are you so good to me?

[There's a croak in the background from the crow. She has Opinions.]

Because you'd be completely hopeless without me. Someone has to do it.

...valid point. I'm at Scima, where should we meet?

[The kitchens have been good to him and given him plenty of soup and jujube tea, but it's just not as good as when Hermione is there with the soup. It's a synergistic thing, he's sure of it.]

Are you in a good enough condition to floo or apparate? We could always meet at mine.

I can apparate, but are you sure it's ...

[Look, he doesn't want to cast aspersions on the lovely Seelie court, but he's not too sure he's welcome there.]

You pick the place and I'll be there. I need to bring a bird with me.

[...for reasons.]

I don't mean the Court. I have, um. A house. I can bring you there - I need help charming it anyway?

I don't know how much magic I've got in me at the moment, but I'd love to see it.

[There's a dry, rough laugh that sounds as if it hurts.]

Look at you, moving up the property ladder.

Well, one of us has to have our head on straight. We can get you there, heal you up a bit and rest and then make it a nice little home away from home. What do you think?

I've really missed having a proper home. I'll meet you at the Station?

[He is not having her come to Scima to fetch him.]

I'll see you there.

[And in due course, Harry can be found at their usual meeting spot. He looks well, if a bit tired, and there's a large crow perched nearby.]

[ Hermione arrives not long later, looking a little haggard and sad. She spots him and, without any hesitation, wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. ]

Ron's gone.

[ He hugs her back, holding her close, and letting her say or do whatever she needs. ]

I'm so sorry. Are you sure that he's gone-gone?

[ What if he's kidnapped by dwarves or unicorns or ...? ]

[ All she can do is nod, holding herself against him with shaken hands. ]

His room's empty and I can't message him. I stopped by on my way over...

[ No, he's really gone. They're alone again. ]

[ As he holds her, he doesn't say anything much. Just quiet, soothing words meant to offer comfort for both of them. His voice is still torn up and his breath smells like something sweet and medicinal.

Nearby, a crow watches with interest. Humans. ]

[ Hermione has to give herself a few moments; she knows now isn't the time to mourn and she'll probably act much like she had travelling around England, burying her sorrows in her pillows and trying to put on a brave face for Harry, but right now she needs him and he's there. Eventually, she manages to lean back and grabs his hand, squeezing it gently. ]

Maybe we should go see my house?

[ She doesn't need to hide herself like that. Harry is here for her and he can be strong and share her burdens. ]

I'd love that. And you know that no matter where I am, I've always got time and space for you. No matter what you need or what or even just fancy.

[ The crow launches herself from her perch and comes to rest on Harry's shoulder. It really is a rather large, slightly odd bird. ]

Thank you, Harry, I -

[ She jumps back a little, her eyes widening. ]

I - um. Hello.

[ The bird clicks her beak and makes a sort of 'tok' noise. ]

We're still in negotiations for a suitable name.

I'm sure you'll figure it out?

[ She hesitates before she forces a smile onto her lips. ]

Come on. Can he apparate?

She can, yes.

[ They agreed on a gender and are still working on the rest. It's a drawn out negotiation. ]

Lead the way.

Oh, sorry, she! She.

[ Hermione nods and wraps her arm around Harry and, a little leery of apparating with the bird, focuses on them and turns, twisting until they've left with a pop and landed in the barren living room of her new house. ]

Home sweet home?

[ The bird has no difficulty being apparated and once they've relocated, flies off to explore the house. ]

It will be.

[ He hugs her once more as he takes in the empty room. ]

A bit minimal, but not everything can be covered with gold brocade. Not yet, anyway.

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