Harry looked her over and cleared his throat nervously. Why did he suddenly feel like he was back in Hogwarts all over again and getting ready to face one of her famous lectures? “Come on, ‘mione” Harry said as he let himself in and walked closer to the bed so he could offer her another attempt at a smile and held out the bear, even giving it a shake. “I brought Rose a gift and I came to keep you company. That has to say something right?” He was trying he could only hope that he was getting through because otherwise he’d likely find himself feeling horrid and attempting to make it up more. Where was Ron when he needed someone else for her to be angry with?