A visual melody paints the horizon in pale pinks and bold golden hues. The sunrise speaks to the Earth and sings with illumination, it is time to wake up. Harry Potter saw the light through his eyelids. If he pretended to be asleep long enough then maybe he would stop feeling exhausted - it was a theory he was working on. Actual sleep was always something he had seen others accomplish, but had rarely found for himself. It was unfair, really.

Dear Merlin's Beard. He thought the words in exasperation.

It had never occurred to the muggle-born to use a sleeping potion until Hermione had brewed that foul tasting Polyjuice Potion. Ever since then he thought of nothing else from midnight until breakfast. Harry had even contemplated raiding Snape's stores. That thought had lasted until Potions class and then he had remembered clearly, once again, just why he had never acted on the impulse.

Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Professor at Hogwarts. It sounded quite impressive and the man looked more intimidating than his title assumed. The raven haired man had clearly turned 'creepy-scary-bugger' into an art form.

Harry sat up in bed, rubbing the non-sleep from his green eyes and blinked widely, trying to make himself feel more awake. He bit his lip. Would his parents have stayed up with him at night, through the living nightmare or would they have given him a swift working potion and a goodnight kiss. He would gladly take either in place of the aching loniless that filled his chest that morning.

He saw the song of the morning through the open window. It sang to his heart and rejuvenated him in a small way. Nature's daily gift. The Savior of the Wizarding world smiled softly. He owed so much of his inner strength to the morning promise gifted in each sunrise. Harry Potter breathed deeply and prepared to face another day of Potions and danger.

-THE END