Y/N smiled as he woke just before dawn in the Burrow. The wedding had been fantastic. Dean and Penny ended up leaving about 10pm and the Grangers not long after.

Y/N left with Molly and Arthur about midnight- Bill and Charlie were still drinking with their and Dean's friends and Y/N heard them drunkenly try to get to their room at about 3am.

Y/N was staying in Charlie's old room, Bill and Charlie were staying for a couple of days in Bill's old room.

Molly had said to Y/N that they would sort sleeping arrangements in the morning. He had no idea what she was talking about.

They had driven home in Arthur's Ford Anglia, driving through London before Arthur turned the car invisible and flew it once they got passed Heathrow.

Ginny fell asleep on the way home and Y/N had insisted on carrying her up to her room bridal style, rather than wake her, while Arthur parked the car in the garage.

Y/N had laid her down, taken off her shoes, tucked her in and kissed her gently on the forehead as Molly smiled from the doorway.

"You're so good with her" Molly whispered as Y/N quietly closed the door behind him.

"Well I love her, she's my little sister. I love all of you" Y/N smiled.

It may have been the sherry but Molly felt overwhelmed, hugging her godson firmly as he happily returned it.

"And we love you too Y/N. You'll always be part of this family"

-~-

Y/N gave Newt his morning feed as he pulled shorts on and quietly went downstairs. He exited to the yard and limbered up, smiling at the pigs and chickens before starting his workout. He was topless today, his scar hurting something fierce, as he began the six mile return run to the local village of Ottery St. Catchpole.

He was greeted by a lot of locals who were out and about early as he ran through to the centre of the village. He greeted them back happily- folk were certainly very friendly in the West Country.

Y/N got back puffing and sweating as he jumped up to a tree branch, beginning his pull ups.

-~-

Y/N had gone through his whole morning workout. The pull ups, the push ups, the sit ups, the burpees, the bear crawls, the squats and the lunges. Molly had got up just as he returned from his run and watched her godson through her kitchen window.

She looked at him as he entered the house through the kitchen door, a sweaty breathless mess. He smiled and said "Morning Molly" through his breathlessness and gulped down a large glass of water.

She smiled, but wore a concerned expression as she took in his bare torso. His pecs that were starting to take shape and definition, his abs which showed a defined six pack, his large shoulders and arms and the veins visible on them; finally the large angled scar across his chest.

This boy, her godson, was being pushed far, far too hard by Jacob, his body resembled a man's, not a twelve year old boy's. He had been taken from one cage when it was exposed what that horrible woman had done to him and placed in another when he was placed in Jacob's guardianship. Molly would do everything in her power for the next two weeks to baby him as much as possible. Give him a loving home. She owed it to Thomas.

"Morning Y/N, how are you darling? I was watching you out there. Do you do that every morning?"

"Yes ma'am. Just need a shower and I'll go get the food for my breakfast" Y/N smiled.

"Y/N no, I'll cook you and the others a big hearty breakfast- bacon, eggs, fried bread and sausages and-"

Y/N held his hands up, cutting off his godmother midway through her sales pitch, as he countered:

"Thank you Molly, that's incredibly generous of you, but you know I have a very specific diet. I'll do all my own cooking and cleaning so it won't put you out at all, I just need to apparate to the London markets to get what I need".

"Apparate? You're far too young to- bloody Jacob"

Molly finished with an angered scowl, causing Y/N to chuckle.

"I've been apparating, with a licence granted by the Department of Mysteries, for over twelve months Molly. I'll have my shower and be back soon"

-~-

Y/N showered, went to the London markets and quickly got what he needed. He apparated back and loaded most of his haul into the fridge before beginning to magically cook. He sat down across from a stunned looking Molly as he poured himself another water and chuckled, asking her "what?"

"How are you? Wandlessly and nonverbally... you're underage as well, to cast magic Y/N...?"

Y/N smirked at his stunned godmother.

"You would be surprised what I can do Molly. No one else up yet?"

Molly stared at Y/N blankly for a few moments before shaking her head.

"No, only Arthur and he's just gone to get a paper. The kids are all late risers in the holidays. It's rare we see Ron before noon."

Y/N shook his head at the laziness and sloth of his godsiblings. Not an ounce of discipline in any of them- Ginny was excused, she was a child, but the rest of them...

He banished the thought as his breakfast levitated over to him and after asking Molly's permission he removed his shirt.

"Such a nasty scar Y/N" Molly said sadly as she looked at his bare torso.

"Painful too, bloody curse still bothers me" Y/N chuckled. Today was a bad day. A really bad day. He wasn't sure if it was from the tuxedo fabric the previous day, or stress, or just the lingering effects of the curse, but even with Y/N's unnaturally high pain threshold he was suffering. Arthur walked in the room and said good morning to Y/N, before remarking in shock at the amount of eggs in front of Y/N, not to mention the mixed yoghurt in the bowl next to his plate. Arthur laughed "I thought Ron ate a lot".

Y/N smirked and replied:

"I just destroyed my body Arthur, I need to refuel it".

The three sat there talking, Molly asked Y/N to talk them through his workouts and what he did each morning, Y/N did so as he ate, enjoying his godparents company.

At about 9:30 Y/N stopped midway through a sentence, looking around puzzled.

"Is that a car? No one's trying to steal the Anglia are they?"

Arthur chuckled "No" and Molly smiled, adding:

"Be a dear and see who that is would you Y/N?"

Y/N looked at his godparents puzzled but of course honoured their request, getting up and opening the kitchen door. His mouth dropped wide open.

-~-

Wendell was trying his best not to be frustrated at his daughter's over excitement. She had woken the pair at 5:00am to tell them she was fully packed. She had re-woken them at 5:15am to ask when they would be leaving as they had a long trip ahead of them. They had been in the car at half six and it had been quite a drive from London to Dover, but Hermione was quite beside herself, too nervous and excited to even read in the car during the drive.

The Grangers pulled up to a ramshackled home on a nice plot of land that looked like it shouldn't work according to physics, Wendell looked upwards at room after room tacked on in an unusual way and turned to his wife and daughter, chuckling "must be magic". Hermione groaned. The three Grangers got out the car and Hermione stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hermione!" Y/N yelled excitedly, before he rushed over, hugging her tightly before spinning and lifting her in the air.

They hugged again as she giggled, Y/N exclaiming:

"What are you doing here?"

"Surprise" Hermione giggled. "I'm staying until next Thursday"

"Seriously?" Y/N gasped, the sheer amount of joy he was feeling evident on his face. Hermione giggled again before they heard a throat clear.

"Ahem"

The two looked over to see Monica smiling widely and Wendell looking very unimpressed as he muttered:

"Where's your shirt young man?"

Monica slapped her husbands arm, asking in a very worried tone:

"Never mind that, Y/N that scar... is that from the Leviathan attack? Hermione told us about it".

Y/N looked down at his chest after releasing the tight hug he and Hermione had held.

"Yes it is Monica, I was lucky to survive. And to answer your question Wendell, this..." he pointed to his scar "... was caused by one of the Leviathan's tail barbs which contained a really dark spell called a curse. The curses were pretty nasty, and the scar still hurts to this day. Today is pretty bad so I find being topless as much as possible helps".

"It's no better?" Hermione added. Y/N shook his head.

"Hermione told me you went back in the water with the animal, to save it" Monica said with a tinge of pride.

"I did. He was bewitched, it wasn't his fault. He was like a rabid dog. The spell was lifted and I'm quite good friends with him now."

Hermione smiled with a tinge of sadness as Wendell's mouth dropped. He asked:

"So you really talk to animals? And you can really read minds? I half thought Hermione was joking."

Y/N laughed before replying:

"I can, Magical Creatures anyway, and uh-"

Yes I can.

Monica and Wendell stared wide eyed. They had both heard Y/N in their head.

"Where's Newt?" Hermione asked smiling.

"Upstairs asleep, I uh, had him up a lot last night. Bad night" Y/N replied quietly. Hermione nodded in understanding, she felt terrible for him having nightmares every night.

The four of them went inside, Y/N insisting on carrying Hermione's bags. Monica and Wendell sat and had a cup of tea with Molly and Arthur, getting to know each other as Y/N and Hermione sat on a couch in the lounge, hugging and catching up.

After an hour, and being quite amused at how many red headed children came down the stairs Monica and Wendell said goodbye to Y/N, Hermione and the Weasleys and began the long drive home.

After waving goodbye Molly turned to Y/N and Hermione:

"Now about the sleeping arrangements, I've got Charlie and Bill in Bill's old room, Maisy is in with Ginny- I know how close the pair of you are. Are you two ok to share a room? I could put Y/N in with Ron but after last time..."

Molly's voice trailed off, Y/N made a dark snickering noise as Hermione looked at Y/N confused:

"I threatened to suffocate him last time I stayed. He's a dreadful snorer" Y/N chuckled. Hermione rolled her eyes and giggled. She told Molly she was more than happy to share with Y/N, as was he with her.

-~-

Apart from one time briefly in the afternoon, when Y/N, Ron and the twins went up high on their brooms to discuss a quidditch move Y/N was working on the pair was inseparable.

Ginny spent a lot of time with them, getting to know Hermione more and just absolutely doting on Y/N. Hermione smiled at it, she could see how deep the mutual love between the pair was. Y/N adored his little 'sister' and Ginny thought he'd hung the moon.

They talked to Bill and Charlie a lot once the pair had recovered from their hangovers. Hermione was extremely excited to hear about Bill's job with Dean in curse breaking- it sounded like Indiana Jones.

Y/N and Charlie discussed dragons in great depth, Charlie very interested in Y/N's whispering ability and what dragons had to say, and about how Y/N had reared Norbert.

Y/N was very interested in hearing about the Peruvian Vipertooths at the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary where Charlie worked. Hogwarts Reserve didn't have one of that breed.

Hermione's favourite part of the day though was late in the afternoon. She and Y/N sat under a tree, looking at the beautiful Devon scenery. They hugged tight, Hermione with her head on Y/N's chest, running her finger along his scar. Y/N had one arm around her back, the other laying on her hip.

This was heaven for Hermione. She couldn't wait for the next week and a half!