It was time, wasn’t it? Hermione thought, her jaw impossibly clenched, as she watched from the distance. Time to meet him. The little being who’d taken them by surprise nine months earlier and was going to transform their lives for the better. The little being who’d grown inside her to take control of her life and sometimes emotions, driving both his parents hysterical when they weren’t gasping and laughing with every kick and proof of his presence. Nine months during which the only thing she wanted more than anything was to finally hold her child against her not once thinking of the possibility that she would never be able to do so.