The hard, guttural, almost accented emphasis on the "Guh!" syllable tumbled across the countryside ahead of its utterer – a little tyke of only eight months, who now crawled up the small dirt path on his way to meet his godparents. Strolling blithely just ahead of Harry, Hermione's chestnut curls bounced to a halt under her beanie cap as she now drew both hands to her mouth to hold in an astonished, elated gasp.