"I found it in Diagon Alley..."

It was pouring rain, the gloomy weather perfectly matching Hermione's mood. Sighing, she rested her forehead against the cold glass and shut her eyes, remembering the Healer's words. "Incapable of conceiving..."

She turned when she heard the front door to see her husband enter, a monument of wet, black cloth. He was cradling something to his chest with one long arm, covering it with a fold of his cloak.

"I found it in Diagon Alley..." He stopped, and then simply held out his arm to reveal a shivering, mewling kitten, tiny in his big hand.

Hermione stared. Then she smiled.

AN: This is for the grangersnape100 child challenge. 100 word drabble. I'm not sure how I wrote something this freakin' cute.