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AN1: This takes place a few years after DH.
AN2: Obliviate according to Wikipedia HP: "Used to hide a memory of a particular event."
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Harry jolted awake, clutching his scar, fully convinced that it was burning. He's pretty sure that he had just seen Voldemort apparating outside their front door, readying the Elder wand to –
Voldemort must've fixed it. Brackium Emendo.
But the Elder wand is broken. He himself broke it right after the Battle of Hogwarts.
He was standing right outside the front door. Voldemort knows where he lives.
But he's under the Fidelius Charm, as well as the protection charms he and the Order cast as soon as he and Ginny moved there.
Voldemort already called the Deatheaters to join him. They were about to attack.
He, Ron, Hermoine and the rest of the Order had already rounded up the rest of the Deatheaters two years ago.
Harry takes a few deep breaths, concentrating on his breathing. Conciously slowing it down. It's moments like these that he thanks the Heavens for meeting Ginny when he did.
Somehow, they just found each other.
It was just as perfect as he ever could've dreamed of.
And, it's not like he's trying to convince himself that she's perfect. She's not perfect. She drinks from the milk carton. She hogs the blankets. She doesn't pass the salt at the dinner table, she actually throws it. She pranks him on April first… and every other day she feels like it.
But… that IS what makes her so perfect. She's always the one who clears out the fridge then goes shopping for delicious snacking. She hogs the blankets, but she also rolled him into that taco blanket beforehand. She does keep his reflexes sharp by her impromptu airborne attacks… and she does always say sorry for any pranks with a kiss…
He sighs contently as he glances at her.
He's not surprised that she pretends to wake up; when she pretends to be surprised that he's awake too and when she pretends not to see the anxious look on his face. "Hey… what time is it?"
"Past five…" he answers hoarsely.
"… coffee?"
Harry sighed again and smiled as he looked over, "I'll go, you should get some more sleep… " he said and squeezed her arm, "I hear the Harpies are matched up against the Tornado's first…". He thought for a second then grinned, "No, scratch that… you can stay awake the whole week!".
They both chuckle at the thought. But it's not as care-free as it usually is. Not that it has ever really been 'care-free' but now? It felt like they were right back where they started.
"Harry?"
"Yea?" he replies offhandedly as he shrugs on his travelling cloak.
"How bad was it this time?" she asks softly, nuzzling into her pillow to give herself some measure of comfort before delving into this particular subject again.
He paused half-way through his dressing and eventually lowered his arms, "It's not getting any better…" he mumbles and shakes his head a bit to rid himself of the final images of the dream. He decides to pick up where he left off and finishes dressing.
"Maybe Neville can -" Ginny starts, but stops when Harry shakes his head again.
"I'm not going to try another brew… " he says with finality, "All they do is just block out all of … this… it doesn't deal with it."
"Well you're not dealing with it either!" she growls dangerously and turns her back on him.
"I am… it's just… " he stands up and heads towards the door, "it's taking so long…"
When he finally leaves and she hears the kettle being prepared, she finally says what she's been holding back for four years, "No… it's not taking too long… You're actually dealing with it too well…"
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