A.N.: Written for Misty's (mysweetprince) birthday. Inspired by future plot of rpg afterglow (lj community) as well. Unbeta'd.
Dawn. You've never understood why, but it's probably your favourite time of the day. You try to guess the reasons while you look at it through your living window. Maybe it's because you were locked in that cupboard under the stairs for so many years, you never really got the opportunity to watch a sunrise. Maybe it is because, for you, it's the quietest time of the day. Maybe it's because it helps to keep you grounded, reminding you that you are but a mere human being and thus nothing in the grand schemes of things. Maybe it's because it makes you think about him. Maybe, just maybe.
You heard the soft footsteps and you can't stop the little smile that creeps through your lips. He's trying to be covert, to surprise you, sneaky Slytherin quality, but he never can. How can he, when you are sure you'd be able to feel him in a 1000 square miles radio? When his presence, his smell, his body heat, even his magic, acts like a beacon for you? He is blinding light amidst the darkness of your life and you just can't help but walk to him, even if you can't see where you are going.
He wraps his arms around your waist, trying not to chuckle. "You knew I was coming, didn't you?" He asks with a pseudo-pout.
"Yes, I always know," you turn around in his arms returning his embrace and as you take in his expression, his enticing grey eyes, his flaxen hair, you realise the sun may as well go to hell. You have your own star to light your days, your private heat-source to keep your bed warm. And maybe, just maybe, dawn is at any hour of the day, as long as he is with you. Maybe, just maybe.