He was getting heavier. Taller—indeed, he seemed to have shot up a few inches since the summer. He would likely be as tall as his father by the time he reached adolescence. Would he surpass Draco? Time would tell, but certainly one day soon he would be too big for her to carry. Too old to beg for stories before bed. Would he begin to resent her affections? Were her kisses and embraces for him numbered? Her heart felt heavy with the thought.