Rosie Weasley walked through Hogwarts' corridors to meet her dad. Every Friday night he would come to pick her up and take her to the Burrow for dinner. She arrived right on time to the school grounds and their meeting point.

'Hi dad' she said.

'Hey, how was your week?'

'Fine'

After all that had happened with her mum and her brother, Rosie felt something very deep nagging her every time she saw her dad. She loved him, sure, but something did not feel quite right. Without another word they appeared at the Burrow. They walked towards the door in silence. It felt really awkward. She entered the kitchen and grandma was there to receive her. There was always a smile of pure happiness on her face. Molly was like that, loving and caring. That was why it felt even weirder that Ronald would do what he did to her mother. Her uncle Harry was there too, as weird as it might sound, she felt more comfortable around him than around her own dad.

'Hi Harry!'

'Hi Rose, how is school?'

'School is great, it feels just like home. You were right all along.'

Harry smiled at her, since Rose was just two he told her stories about the castle he so called home. She was a big woman now, fourteen in fact.

'How is mum doing?'

'I thought you were at hers yesterday.'

'I was'

'So why do you ask me?'

'Well I bet you can see her through a different lens.'

'She is ok, you know, always surrounded by people. Sometimes I think she feels more alone than ever.'

'Yeah I bet. Is Kirtash around much?'

'All the time, he would not leave her side.'

Kirtash had a very deep sense of what Hermione was going through. He could read her mind.

'That is good.'

'Yeah, he is so into her.'

'Hushhh, your dad is around'

'Well is not like he has any right to claim someone he let go on the first place.'

Harry looked at her surprised of how much rage she had inside towards her father. That was not good, but then again, Ron never tried to speak to her or understand her. In that very moment Harry's daughter Ana, came down the stairs. She rushed to hug Rose. They were about the same age. He was so proud of them both.

'I am going to help Molly set the table, I'll let you two catch up.'

'We can help too.'

The three of them helped Molly set the table while Ronald had a shower.

'Harry, you are such a dear.'

She said right after he opened a bottle of magic wine.

'You just look at me with good eyes Molly. You always have.'

'That's because you are a great man.'

Harry wished he saw himself through Molly's lenses more often. He thought briefly about someone. He headed out the kitchen and to the garden. Picked up his phone and called his wife.

'Hey baby. How are you?'

'I am great, just relaxing. You know I cannot move much. Are you having fun?'

'To be honest…I wish you were here.'

'Do you want me to get ready? I am feeling better now.'

'No, no. It is ok. Just, remind me I need to tell you something about Rose when I get back ok?'

'Ok, I love you loads and miss you too, cannot wait to see you when you get back. Will you be very late?'

'No. Just, dinner and drop Ana at Malfoy's. I won't be long.'

'See you in a bit then.'

'I love you Katherine.'

'I love you too.'

He hanged the phone feeling as he had lost someone. Since the moment he met his wife Katherine they had barely been away from one another. She was loving and caring and she made him feel home. But lately, since she got pregnant things were a bit more difficult. It was a risky one and she could barely move from the bed. They had to spend a lot more time apart and although he spent a lot of time home, she felt it was not fair to seclude him with her. So tonight he had decided to join the Weasleys for dinner.

He went back to the house. Ron was already sitting next to the table. Molly was still preparing things while the girls helped her. He would not move one finger. He sat in silence until dinner was ready. Harry looked at him puzzled.

'Hard day?'

He asked as if trying to find an explanation to his attitude.

'Yeah well, same old same old.'

He worked at the ministry sitting behind a counter so being tired would not be an excuse Harry would accept. He bet the work was not very refreshing or entertaining but even so. He had changed so much since he cheated on Hermione. She left him of course, and he deserved it too.

'I have tickets for the Cannons match this Saturday. Care to join us?'

'Who is going?'

'I invited Malfoy, Carla, Katherine, the girls and very likely Caleb too.'

'Isn't she going?'

'You know she is not very fond of Quidditch. She told me to ask you first.'

'How thoughtful.' He sounded sarcastic.

Harry kept silence for a few seconds.

'You know she is just trying to avoid me.' He said angrily

'Can you blame her for that?'

'I cannot, but still. We could try, for the kid you know.'

'I´ll ask her again. But bear in mind that she is probably bringing someone if she comes.'

'Who is she bringing? That shady black-souled bastard?'

'Well I would start telling you that his name is Kirtash and he takes care of her.'

'Are you defending him? You know who he is and what he has done.'

'He is changed now.'

'People like that don't change.'

'I don't want to argue about that. Do you still want me to ask her to come?'

'Yeah, I guess I can behave for Rosie this time.'

'I'll call her then, give me a second.'

Harry went outside again and called Hermione. A deep male voice answered the phone.

'Hello?'

'Hi Kirtash, it's Harry.'

'So said the screen on this thing. Hermione is having a shower; can I give her a message?'

'Yeah sure, can you ask her if she wants to finally come to the Quidditch match I told her about? Tell her Ron is coming.'

'One sec.'

Harry heard him walk and knock on the bathroom door. He opened the door and asked her.

'Hey it is Harry, he is asking if you want to go to the match he told you about the other day. Ron is going.'

'Would you come with me?'

'Sure, why not? I've never seen one of those.'

'Great, so yeah tell him we will go.'

He took the phone again.

'She said yes. Can I join you?'

'Sure, I'll get one more ticket.'

'Perfect, see you then.'

'Bye'

Harry hanged up the phone and got inside the house again. Dinner was ready. Ron looked at him wanting to know her answer. He nodded so he could see him. Victory appeared in his face for a brief second. Harry was already regretting the call and the invitation. Only god knew what he had in mind for the evening. They had a lovely homemade dinner and talked about the past reminiscing anecdotes their daughters loved from their days in school. The troll in the dungeons was their favorite and Ron was getting to the part in which Hermione saved their asses in front of McGonagall. Rosie looked down at the mention of her mother's name. Hermione had never mentioned how much Ron's betrayal had hurt her, even less to their daughter, but apparently the girl knew. After biting her tongue for a while she exploded.

'How dare you talk about her like that?'

'What?' he asked puzzled.

'Mum, how can you talk about her like that?'

'Like what Rose?'

'As if you had never broken her heart.'

'You don't understand.'

'Oh you think?'

Ron was starting to get as red as his hair with anger. Harry stood up and took Rose away from the table.

'I'll take care of it.'

'Whatever. She likes you more than me. I bet she would like you to be her father.'

'As a matter of fact…'