            He was standing in a pile of crushed newspapers, one arm held out, the other wrapped around his waist, like he couldn’t decide if he ought to welcome Harry into a hug, or keep back until his godson made a move. His eyes glinted, and the sight had Hermione’s welling up too. She allowed herself a quick look at Lucius, who was now on the couch, watching the scene with an appropriately subdued look. Hermione caught his gaze and nodded, as if to say  thank you for letting them have this.