"That's great, mum..." Ron said, glancing at his wife, and he looked around the room. "So... where are the kids?"
"Rose and Hugo went to her room a while ago," she said, gripping Harry's hand hard.
"Together?" Hermione asked.
"Willingly?" Ron clarified, as Hermione rushed to check on them.
Harry suddenly panicked that something had happened and he wasn't paying attention, but Hermione returned after a minute, unconcerned.
"Hugo's asleep and Rose was nearly out, too," she said, confused. "He was in her bed. Were they... okay, Molly? They haven't shared a bed in two years."
"Yes, they just miss you," she said, as she squeezed Harry's hand, again.
Harry looked guilty, but Ron chuckled, "Kids like to surprise ya. I'll go kiss them goodnight, hon, and I'll get some stuff for Harry."
Ron walked down the hallway, and Harry looked down. Hermione took the other seat next to him and took his other hand.
"I'm glad you're staying here, Harry. How are you doing?" she asked.
"Surviving. Thanks for...."
"It's nothing."
Harry nodded. "I'm sorry, I think I made the kids... worry."
"It's not your fault," Hermione assured him.
"They'll be fine. Children are resilient, and they're just worried about you," Molly said, and clapped her hand on top of his. When Ron came back with blankets and a pillow, she let go. "I'll leave you with them, Harry. You three were always a team. But I do love you, Harry. Please stop by more often, if only for some dinner. You need some meat on your bones."
He just nodded, and she flooed home. Ron set the stuff on a chair and took her spot.
"Thanks... Draco said I shouldn't be alone," Harry said, not meeting his eyes. He hated being so vulnerable.
"You can stay here as long as you want, Harry," Ron said and Hermione squeezed his hand. "If it wasn't so late, I would set you up Hugo's room, but...."
"Don't bother. I didn't sleep at all last night, and you guys probably didn't either. I'll be out in a jiff."
"Okay, Harry. Do you need anything?"
"No... just... I'll put upwards. I don't want to scare the kids."
Ron nodded, understandingly. "Alright, let's get yeh settled."
Harry stood up and started to put up the Silencing Wards. Hermione Transfigured the couch into a small bed, while Ron spread a bottom sheet it and laid down a pillow. Harry collapsed on the makeshift couch bed, and Ron draped a sheet and blanket over him.
"Are you sure you don't want anything? A Sleeping Draught?" Hermione offered.
Harry shook his head, his eyes drooping. She handed him a Calming Draught, which wasn't as strong as a Sleeping Potion, and he swallowed it.
"I'm locking the floo and putting up intruder wards in the yard... if you're worried. No one will sneak up on you, Harry," Ron assured him, but he barely had time to say goodnight before he passed out.
Hours later, Harry's eyes burst open, and he immediately started shaking. He tried to control his breathing as his eyes adjusted to the low light. It took a second for him to remember that he was at Ron and Hermione's. He let out a soft sob and tried to push the nightmare out of his mind. He was covered in a cold sweat, and his throat was sore... he must have been screaming in his sleep. Since neither his mates nor his niece and nephew had come running, he guessed that his Silencing Charms held up.