Harry heard the Floo calling him from deep within the garage. Work on his wardos was almost a rare treat, for as often as he allowed anyone else to take Leila from him for the day. But insist Mrs Weasley did, and who was he to stand in the way of grandmother and daughter - especially when there were Christmas cookies at stake!
Still, there was one other woman Harry was willing to drop everything for-
"Sure, stand back," he replied, wiping his hands and reaching for the Floo powder. Harry loathed the stuff, but there wasn't a better way to reach Grimmauld Place, and thankfully this time, he only knocked his glasses askew as he stepped through the grate. Without even pausing to dust himself off, Harry took up Hermione's hands, more than a little worried. "What's wrong?"