All here that you can't recognize is from my imagination.
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This fic is in Spanish, but in the fact that I need to practice English, I decided to translate it by myself. If you could do any comment to help me in this awesome language I would be very thankful.
We're a family
-It's so cold- Hermione was murmuring in dreams. She has been asleep on the couch while she was reading "The tales of Beedle the bard" again.
Harry heard her from the outside of the tent. He felt kind of guilty for his friend's situation, who had been having dark circles around her eyes for days. So he came in and took the blankets of his own bed.
He sat down next to her and took her hand that was frost. He removed the book of her hands, making Hermione to woke up scared thinking they were on a Death Eathers' attack.
She looked to Harry, who seemed to be innocent with the blankets between his fingers.
-I'm sorry, Harry, I must not sleep like that and…
-Don't apologize because of that, Hermione- Harry argued feeling terrible for how he had been behaving with her on the lasts days. He deposited the blankets carefully on her-. You should rest; I'll be taking care of all-. He said, trying to smile.
Hermione didn't answer him, and the only thing she did was laid on her head on Harry's shoulder, who was surprised, but he got more surprised when he watched himself putting his own arms all around his friend to infuse her heat.
Nobody said anything, because they didn't want to interrupt the moment with the only family they had; they didn't knew what would it be without the other, but being alive wasn't a possibility.
And like that, they were sleeping, hugging each other like the siblings they were, without being conscious of that the person that would completed such a beautiful picture was outside looking for them on the snow and screaming their names.
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