Disclamer: Harry's world belongs to Jo, I just play in it.
A/N: This story slipped into my mind one night, and I actually obeyed the little voice in my head telling me to write.
He was sitting on the hill, staring into the sunset, watching the vivid, golden ball. His eyes watered from the pain of the brightness from the light. After what seemed like an eternity, he closed his eyes. The cool darkness felt like water over his burning eyes. The lights from the sun danced over the black of his eyelids, forming shapes that only he could see.
As he was watching the blobs of color melt together, they formed a shape that he knew too well. The reds and golds flourished into strands of hair, while small bits of honey-brown became comforting eyes. The shape melded and grew until he could see her there in front of him. He smiled to himself, and reached out as if to grab her hand.
He opened his eyes, expecting to see her there in front of him. But her glowing form had fallen away, the sun had set, and he was left sitting alone in the darkness, forced back to reality. He walked back into the forest, thoughts of her swirling around in his head, making him more determined than ever, as he fell asleep, to defeat what was keeping him from her.
He dreamt of her that night.