Draco freed the letter and held it out to Harry. "Do you want to open it?" he asked, so Harry did, shaking the single sheaf of paper flat so they could both read the words written in spiky black ink.

"Dear Harry and Draco," it began, and Harry felt the lump rise in his throat that he had been fighting all day.

"My darling boys. Please do not be sad. I know this is a day for tears, but know with absolute certainty that in my final days I was as happy as I'd ever been, surrounded by friends."

Harry let a shuddery sigh escape, and his eyes burned. "We should have been there," he said, not for the first time.

Draco slipped his arm around his waist and rested the side of his head against the top of Harry's. "Nurse Pomfrey said in the end, it was very fast," Draco murmured, rubbing his thumb along Harry's hip. "Even if they had phoned and we had dropped everything to come, we still wouldn't have made it in time."

Harry knew this, but it still didn't make him feel much better. He wanted to believe if they had been told sooner of Mrs Figg's fading health, they could have made it to her side to tell her one final time that they had loved her, told her thank you for all she had done for them.

It wasn't to be though, and Harry had tried to believe Draco over the past few days when he assured him over and over that she knew that, that she would never have thought otherwise. Still, he would liked to have said the words out loud just one more time.

He rubbed his face, and carried on reading.

"You will by now have no doubt spoken to my lawyers, and hopefully they have explained my will and last wishes in full. This house is yours, it has been since the moment you set foot in it, and it gives me great comfort to make this official on my passing.

"I know you have your homes in London too, ready for you now your time studying has come to an end, so it up to you whether or not you chose to live here. It makes me smile to think you will though, even if it is only to holiday whenever the city becomes too much for you."

Harry wiped a tear away at that. No matter how hard he tried, London had never quite felt like home to him again after the war, whereas Little Whinging always did, no matter how long they had been away.

"I have very few regrets in my life. Losing my Bert too soon was one of them, and being unable to have children was another. But then life took a turn, and suddenly I had two remarkable boys that for a time, I was able to call my own.

"I am unsure I can ever properly express the joy you brought to my heart, so I beg of you now as we say goodbye, try your hardest not to be sad. We were gifted a remarkable time together, one that I cherished deeply.

"So I leave you now, darling Harry and darling Draco. Please take care of one another, as I know you always have. I offer my home to become your home, somewhere you can have the privacy you deserve to create many more happy memories in the years to come.

"With all the love in the world,

"Arabella Figg xxx"

"Do you think she knew?" Harry asked, wiping his eyes. Draco took the letter and placed it carefully on the table, before turning him and enveloping him in a hug.

"Of course she knew," he said admiringly. "Nothing got by that old dear."

Harry chuckled wetly and ran his hand up and down Draco's back.