Hermione was good at this ... good at being a Mum. Harry felt his throat tauten at the notion. He just studied them quietly a minute ... and felt like he was watching his future in motion. Then he had to excuse himself and quickly disappear into his secret copse nearby. If was going to cry these silly, joyous tears ... which he so was ... then at least the fountain would be able to mask the sound of his sniffy weeping.