The two lovers were laying next to each other in bed, after another heated and passionate make out session, Hermione was drawing the outline of Y/N's scar with her finger. Y/N was curling her hair around his finger.

"So... what was that thing you needed to do  today babe, by yourself?" Hermione asked, her curiosity having bugged her since he left the pub earlier.

"I had to go to Knockturn" Y/N answered nonchalantly. Hermione instantly tensed up, asking: "why?"

Y/N chuckled at his girlfriends response, instantly reassuring her:

"Nothing like what you're thinking babe. There wasn't any Punishment dispensed. I just had to get books on a subject and could only get them at a Dark Arts bookstore."

Hermione sighed in relief before asking: "What was the subject?"

"An archon" Y/N answered emotionless and robotic, his tone of voice a tell to Hermione that it was a sensitive subject and she needed to tread carefully:

"What's that?" she asked gently. Y/N sighed.

"I'm not sure. A lot from the Hole is fuzzy, but that the word popped in my head while I was in there, and it hasn't left. My gut tells me it's important so I want to do some research. Bought a lot of books, so I'll start there."

Hermione hugged and squeezed tightly before replying:

"Good thinking. I'll keep an eye out."

"Thanks beautiful. Also, let's keep this between us. You're the only one I trust." Y/N said solemnly. Hermione was stunned, asking:

"But Harry, and Lav?"

Y/N sighed again:

"Look babe they are our friends, and I'd die for them, but someone leaked to the Minister about Grandad. I'm not saying they've done it on purpose, but until I know where the leak is you're the only one I can trust."

Hermione nodded and kissed her boyfriend again.

—~—

The next morning they headed out to Magical Menagerie. Hermione had been waiting patiently and had her heart set on a getting a cat. Y/N had calmly reminded her of his promise to cover the costs above 10 galleons. As they walked in the store Ron barged passed them, walking out the store and muttering about bloody furballs. He hadn't even stopped to say hello or even noticed their presence, not that Y/N minded.

The two lovers walked into the store and Hermione was instantly drawn to a large orange cat on the counter. She gushed over the cat and petted it, the cat purring contently and rubbing his head against her hand.

Y/N smiled looking down at the fluffy orange cat and stroked him, the cat looking straight into his eyes and meowing happily before rubbing his head on Hermione again.

"Wow" came a stunned voice.

The couple looked at the store owner whose mouth was open at the sight of the pair's interaction with the cat.

"That's Crookshanks. He's half Kneazle and has been here forever, never lets anyone pat him. Tried to kill this redhead kid's mangy rat only minutes ago."

Y/N laughed loudly at that, looking down at Crookshanks who seemed to be meowing proudly back at him.

"I'll take him" Hermione said, already head over heels in love with the feline. Y/N looked to his shoulder and said calmly:

"Newt, would you like to meet your new brother?"

The shopkeeper smiled as the tiny Bowtruckle emerged from Y/N's jacket pocket and stood on the hand Y/N held out. Y/N lowered him down and the two animals stared at each other before Crookshanks meowed happily and Newt jumped and did his happy dance.

Hermione ended up selecting a deluxe cat care pack which came with everything needed to care for Crookshanks, including food for the school year which would magically stay fresh. It came to a total of 50 galleons. Hermione put her ten on the counter and Y/N topped it up. Hermione thanked him as she lifted Crookshanks in her arms and added:

"That counts as my birthday present, Y/N."

"No it doesn't" he replied.

"Yes it does"

"No. It doesn't"

"Yes it does" Hermione narrowed her eyes: "Or no kisses for a month!"

"Pardon?" Y/N asked in shock, looking genuinely concerned. Hermione smiled cheekily:

"Yes you're forbidden from buying me any more presents or no kisses."

Y/N sighed and replied:"Oh ok deal."

Hermione smiled in victory before realisation entered her mind and she sighed:

"You've already bought my birthday present, haven't you."

Y/N smirked his cocky smirk and the cashier chuckled as he answered:

"Yep!"

He loaded the rest of her cat supplies into his Moke pouch before feeling drawn to an egg that was rattling behind the counter. He asked the keeper:

"How much is that egg"

The shop keeper turned and saw which egg he meant, quickly replying:

"It's not for sale. I think it's....."

Before he could finish the egg shell cracked and a chirping could be heard from inside.

The store clerk looked excited until what resembled a scrawny baby chicken emerged from the bits of shell.

"Oh I thought... Nevermind. 5 knuts if you still want it."

Y/N smiled and handed over a sickle, taking the baby and leaving with Hermione.

As soon as they had left the store Hermione turned to Y/N and asked as he gently stroked the baby bird:

"Why did you want him babe?"

"I just felt drawn to him. I can't explain" Y/N replied just as the baby bird chirped and Y/N heard in his mind:

Daddy?

Y/N smiled down at the baby.

"Yes I'm your Daddy"

Hermione smiled at the sight of her 6'2", muscular 'ex-convict and cold-blooded killer' boyfriend cooing over a baby bird when the bird suddenly shot up in the air and burst into flames.

They were both shocked as the bird settled, now a fully formed adult Phoenix, on Y/N's shoulder.

We are bonded. What is my father's name?

Y/N L/N

What shall you call me, father?

Y/N smiled, talking out loud:

"I'll name you Na-Hath. In Enochian it means breath of life."

"Enochian?" Hermione asked confused as Y/N had switched from nonverbal to verbal communication halfway through his whispering with his Phoenix.

"Yes love, the supposed language of Heaven. It's an old wives tale that it was handed to the alchemist John Dee by angels in the fifteenth century. As if there is any such thing" Y/N chuckled.

Hermione looked at Y/N with a chuckle as she asked:

"You don't believe in angels?"

She had always been taken to church as a small child by her grandmother, so although not religious, Hermione had just taken it as a given God was real, in some way, shape or form.

"No I don't believe in angels. I don't believe in God. If he is real he's a damn sadistic son of a bitch."

Hermione squeezed Y/N's hand, seeing him getting upset. She changed the subject:

"So you speak Enochian?"

"Bits and pieces, love. There's only words and phrases known really, but it's a magically powerful language. I've been learning it for my Alchemy lessons."

He heard Na-Hath again:

I like it father. It is proud and noble. I will serve you, and your children, and their children after, until the ends of time.

I'm proud to be your father, Na-Hath. Y/N whispered proudly.

The two lovers walked back to the pub, one with a rather large orange cat in her arms and the other with a magnificent red bird perched on his shoulder.

They didn't realise it yet but they just started their own little family.