She began to hum an old song softly to lull him to sleep. It had been a favorite of hers once. Little Lucio drifted back to sleep almost immediately, and Hermione held him close, staring out the window until the sun rose, and even Pansy had fallen asleep, and she felt rather than heard her husband's resurrection. His presence sank heavily back into the house as if he had never left it. Her ring seemed to sense it, too—it pulsed weirdly three times, just as she heard a knock on the nursery door at six in the morning.