Hermione was nearly there on the last draft of the book, with exception to a title. Nothing seemed to fit the stories she told, ranging from a mother’s love, the bond of brothers, and love hidden in the centuries. There was also the issue of the dedication page. All the more reason she pounded the keys as fast as she could make them, he was due back at the cottage tonight. It had been almost a fortnight since he was there, and she wanted to present him with it if she was able to finish it. 