He moved his hand a little bit more to the left, almost touching her right hand, as they were lying outstretched on the ground. They were both looking up at the beautiful, warm, summer sun.

He tilted his head towards her, just enough for her not to notice, and he looked at her. He thought he could lie like this forever, and a feeling of peace filled him. He felt whole, like it was only the two of them alone in the universe.

Then a warm breze came over them and the leaves trembled for a moment, her hair caught in the slight wind. Could anything be so beautiful as she was? He highly doubted it.

Suddenly, some dark clouds appeared, slowly getting closer from the west, and they could hear the distant sound of thunder. But none of them said anything. Another breeze came over them, but this one was almost cold. She shivered and sat up so she could reach for her jacket. "Are you leaving?" he asked, trying to not let his voice show how sad the thought made him. She answered, as the was lying back down on the ground next to him "No, not yet". He didn't let his face show the joy he felt inside. He wished they could stay together forever.

Just the two of them.

Another loud thunder sounded and a flash of lightning lighted up the entire place. And he was blinded by it.

He woke up with a heavy jolt, like he'd been struck by the lightning that woke him up.

…

He got out of bed, and walked over to the bathroom sink, splashing cold water on his face. Trying to wash away the memories. And as he stood back up, he heard a song in the distant; some students must be listening to the radio on the common room.

Another memory flashed before his eyes. It was their song.

He wasn't sure if he wanted to and shut off the music, or let it play, and continuing bringing back the memories he just woke up from.

The song reminded him of her.

He stood there for a while. Hesitating. Drowning in memories so beautiful no words could justify them. The song brought back so much beauty, but it soon became too much for him to handle.

Beauty turned in to unbearable pain.

He stormed out of his office, and up the dungeon stairs, and in to the great hall. Bewildered students stopped and stared at him, terror written on their faces. He ignored them all, but forced himself to walk a bit more calmly. He couldn't feel his own face, but the students confused and wondering looks made him realize his own expression. He's expression was equal to a man surrounded by thousands of dementors. He reached his seat, pulled out the great chair and sat down. The students were still staring at him, but just a glance was enough to make them look away.

Bit by bit the students started talking again. Not about every day things, like quidditch, O.W.L.S or classes like kids should, they all talked about the ongoing war, about Luna, who disappeared from the Hogwarts express, the missing muggle born students and about the chosen one. Especially the chosen one, and where he might be.

This caught Snapes attention, desperate for news about her son. Where was he now? How far had he gotten on his mission?

But most important…

Would he ever look in to those eyes again, and see her?