AN- Yes my friends as we all know…Padfoot is a big ol softy. We need to make him the brains of the operation. To everyone reviewing and following my story, THANK YOU! And as always, I own nothing but Lily

For the head of the auror department and the head of magical law, the best place to let loose and have a few drinks would clearly be at home. The drinks started in the kitchen and moved to the family room around the fire. Looking around Harry noted that this was nothing like the Grimauld Place he knew growing up. The house was light and welcoming, toys and photos now littered the room. No longer the pristine dark hole it once was, it is now a comfortable family home. There is even a door off the kitchen he didn't recognize.

Hermione had informed him that it was an entrance to 13 Grimauld Place which Draco and Viktor had purchased prior to the move. Lily had never lived without them, and this was an easy way to ease some of her stress. Plus, it had an extra bonus of letting them check on the little family whenever they wanted. They drank and spoke of random things that only made sense to the two of them. She even made sure he knew the story of Sirius taking a sledgehammer to the wall holding his mother's portrait. It felt easy, like seven years had not passed at all.

"When did you know?" He asks, his eyes never leaving hers.

She watches him and finishes the rest of her glass of fire whiskey. "Shell cottage. Bill and Fleur knew right away. They could both hear and smell the difference. Everyone agreed that I couldn't tell you until it ended, or it became unsafe. No one wanted that worry on top of everything else. Remus actually realized when we were dueling, before we got separated. He hugged me and told me that we had the next generation of marauders. Last thing he said to me actually." Her eyes can't bear to meet his as she pours herself another glass. "I had this entire plan worked out in my head. Once I saw we had won, that you killed him I knew it was safe. I had this whole scenario in my head. I would tell you, you would spazz and do that excited spin me around thing you did. She would be our flower girl and we would be the family you always wanted. Once I saw you and Ginny though I knew that I was a distant memory. You would be a Weasley just like you always wanted. We would just be a complication. So an hour later with nothing but that damn bag I took a portkey to Boston."

When she finally did look up she sees how broken he really is. His eyes are glassy trying not to shed a tear. Holding up one finger she runs upstairs and finds the box. Magically shrunk the box has every photo since the end of the war. She quickly makes a copy of the box and its contents and heads back to where Harry is studying the pictures on the wall. Patting the seat next to her on the couch they spend the next few hours going through picture by picture. "Ok, I understand you and Malfoy went to Harvard together but I am not understanding how Sirius fits into this."

"So picture Sirius being locked in Saint Mungo's for months, only to come back home and see a branch coming off your name. He wasn't going to talk to you in front of your girlfriend and her family, so he was going to call you over in the morning. Only problem was that he got woken up by the ministry owl with the no contact order. He decided I would have answers and came searching. Once he saw the situation, I was in he never left. He is her Papa, and trust me he makes sure he makes up for the 4 grandparents she is missing."

Harry's emotions were all over the place watching her try to calm herself. For as long as he had known her she had never let anyone help her, weaken her. Everything he ever wanted was in this house, his family was in this house and he was at a loss on how to get it back. Sirius, was a given he was forgiving to a fault but Hermione well he feared he would never feel the love he had for her returned.

Hermione glances at Harry while he isn't looking. He is the same boy she fell in love with as a child, yet so completely different. She had dreams for years about how different everything would be if she had never left, and looking at him right now made her want that life more than she ever imagined. Another shot of fire whiskey and the worries start to become hazy. "I missed you so much" She whispers before looking up at him.

A better man would have ignored her, or put her to sleep or nodded it off. But no one ever said that Harry was the better man. "My Mia, you are my reason I draw each breath." Taking her curls in between his fingers he leans in and softly presses his lips to hers. As if the first kiss was a spark, the second was the one that ignited the fire that soon had Hermione in his lap. Their tongues battled for dominance and Harry moved his hand against the bare skin on the small of her back. Just as soon as the fire started though the ice cold water that is reality crashes down upon Hermione and she jumps away from him.

"You have to go." She stammers "I'm really tired and I need some rest so you need to go." She can't even look at Harry as she starts to hyperventilate. "Floo powder is on the mantle" she whispers before disappearing up the stairs.

If he was anyone else he would have listened to her, but he has seen her panic attacks before. So with a bottle of sober up potion and a mug of cocoa he climbs the stairs only to find her sobbing on the second floor landing. Without a word he is sitting next to her with his arms around her handing her the sober up. Once that's done, they sit in silence as she slowly sips the cocoa. "It's not just me anymore" she whispers "She is seven next month and I can't let her down. I can't let her get hurt."

Her words are whispers as he continues to comfort her. "I would die every day if it meant keeping either of you from pain." She burrows closer against him, her tears soaking his shirt.

"I messed everything up" She hiccups "I was hormonal and a mess and I ruined everything for both of you. I don't deserve you. Hell I don't deserve her. She is so much like you, I just don't know what to do."

Holding her tightly and kissing the top of her head he smiles down at her "We are going to do what we used to do on holidays when everything went ass up. We are going to get in our pajamas, we are going to order pizza and we are going to watch movies until we pass out, then we are going to wake up and do it again. Then on Sunday when they come home we will worry about the rest of it." His smile calmed her down and she realized that might just work.

Firewhiskey and pizza and eventually snogging were plentiful as they spent Friday night into Saturday doing just as they promised. Sunday morning Harry awakens to amazing smells coming from the kitchen. Venturing in he see's her with headphones in wearing only the quidditch jersey she stole in 6th year. This is exactly how it was supposed to be. This, was all he wanted. "You know Potter you always were creepy when you stared" She calls back to him in a sing song voice as he approaches her. Entwining her in his arms he can feel her start to relax.

"What can I say I'm secretly a creepster." He says with a grin as he sets the table.

"I think its time to tell her" She says between bites causing Harry to pause mid bite. "She already thinks you hung the moon. It's not fair to either of you. I ruined it for so long, we could have had all of this." Before she can keep rambling his lips are on hers and he is pulling her into his arms.

"There is nothing I would love more then to be there, to be her father. You know this feels right, quit thinking and just do what you feel." His grin was infectious, and he always had that way of making you feel like everything would be perfect. Before she had a chance to even think about it a patronus appeared in front of them and Ron's voice calls out.

"There has been an attack at the World Cup you need to get here now!"