"Professor Grubbly-Plank is having breakfast, Harry," Hermione said, "I’m sure she would help," Harry nodded, and carefully clambered to his feet, trying his best not to jostle Hedwig. He was pretty sure she would have been able to perch herself on his shoulder like normal, but for the moment he could barely stand to be parted from her, reminded of the cruel and needless way she had died in their past life. Instead, he cradled her to his chest and cooed at her like he had his children when they were babies.