A/N: I'm terribly sorry I didn't write this sooner, I'm just so busy reading fan fiction it's hard to take myself away long enough to write. I'm trying to describe something very weird so bear with me if it makes little sense. They're basically in a parallel universe right now where they are the only beings and they're cognitive abilities are reduced. I strongly recommend reading of the fics responsible for making me take so long to write this because they are so good: Harry Potter and the Years of Rebellion, Harry Potter and the Acceptance of Fate, and Delicate. They are all several hundred thousand words and are all full of Harmonious goodness, good plots, and NO SOUL BONDING! Enjoy.

Harry blinked his eyes several times, wondering why he had seemingly just gone blind. He squinted at his hand directly in front of his face: Nothing. There was an absolute absence of light in… wherever he was. But it wasn't just him that was wherever he was, there was something else. He felt around him with his free hand and felt nothing but empty space, somehow even emptier than normal empty space. There was no temperature. Not in the sense that it was moderate, there actually was no sensation of hot or cold in any sense in this bizarre space he, neigh, they were in. He did remember that there was something else other than himself in this void and he had an inkling that it may in fact be a someone else rather than a thing.

He seemed to remember a simpler time when he could see things to identify them, but remembered that hearing things worked as well, so he tried to communicate with the possibility of another entity with a sound his muscles had plenty of experience making "Hello?" Except nothing happened, nothing audible anyways, air departed from his lungs, filling the space around him briefly before rushing towards his hand, in which lay something very… heavy. Harry noticed that this thing was indeed something that was not himself. He tried to remove his hand from it to observe but it was futile. It was far heavier than him and seemed to be the only other matter in the world, so as it were, his hand wasn't going anywhere. He thought for a while about this thing, and determined that it was both extremely heavy, hot, and had something on it that was intertwined with his own hand that seemed to be covering the space on this thing that his hand wasn't. This external part was also warm, but not in the intense way of the thing within his hand, it was softer and more comfortable than that super-compressed ball of matter.

It was at this moment that Harry decided he should try prying his hand away from the thing, as it disconcerted him to be so helplessly stuck, and in doing so he discovered that his hand felt an awful lot like the thing attached to the ball. "Egad, it's another hand!" Concluded Harry, and with a burst of tuition he came to the additional conclusions that hands are attached to arms and arms are attached to people, therefore there must be another person attached to that hand!

He tenderly reached his free hand out to touch the hand of the other person and felt a brief softness under his fingertips before his wrist became suddenly trapped in a vice like grip. He was trapped! Thoughts now ran through his mind much quicker than before, "What if it's malevolent?" "What if it wants to hurt me?" Before he could formulate any kind of escape plan the other released its grip on his wrist. He felt a brief moment of relief before he felt a pat on his forearm, and then another by his elbow. The other continued to pat higher and higher up his body until it got to his face. It then proceeded to cup his chin, feel around the sides of his ears, run its fingers through his hair, and finally examine the glasses on his face. After a moment of the other running its fingers around his circular spectacles he felt a large amount of bushy hair envelope his face and shoulders as the other, using the weight in their hands as a pivot, swung its body into his.

After his shock from this turn of events subsided he decided to discover wha- who this person was and why they had flung themselves at him. Fortunately for his determining process the most obviously clue was right in his face, figuratively and literally. He laced his fingers through the mass of hair and ran them through it, earning a shiver from the owner of said mass.

With all of his impressive cognitive powers he focused his brain on the subject of hair. He concluded that people had it, and that they keep most of it on their heads. He made the leap to think of people and hair at the same time and realized that people can be identified by their hair! He thought of the hair of people he knew and brought up memories of wavy hair that if could be seen was red, his own messy black hair, the shaggy black hair of someone he met recently, or was he thinking of a dog's fur? Finally he remembered hair that was thick and bushy, and concluded that it belonged to a girl he knew, which immediately made him embarrassed of the position he was in with said girl, her smaller frame folded into his.

He tensed slightly in embarrassment and felt the girl's hair shift as her head turned towards his as if to look at him. A moment later he felt her hand running through his hair repeatedly and felt her head turn back away from him as he relaxed under the treatment. He was enjoying the hand in his hair very much so he figured the girl must be a friend. This realization calmed him further, figuring that the only other person here was a friendly one, he was fairly content.

He wondered how much time they had been there for and in so doing remembered time. He figured there has to be something for things to happen in, right? He wondered how one could know how much time had passed; there was nothing around that was moving or changing that he could judge by. He would have counted his heartbeats, if it weren't for the fact that his heart wasn't beating. He wondered if the girl knew about time or how to measure it. He was about to ask when he remembered alas, there was no way to ask.

He slumped his shoulders in defeat. This did not go unnoticed by the girl, who stopped running her hand through his hair and placed it on his shoulder comfortingly. He wrapped his arm around her midsection in response and gave a little squeeze. With no further ideas on how to measure time, Harry simply contented himself with returning the earlier favor and running his fingers through the girl's hair, which she proceeded in turn to do to him.

They both continued on contentedly for an obviously indeterminable length of time until the girl suddenly sat up very straight, displacing Harry's hand. She then felt her way down his other arm until she reached his wrist and found the object of her search: A band of fabric with a galleon-sized circle on top. She then probed the sides of the circle with her fingertip until she found a protrusion, which she then pushed in. "Merlin, I can see!"

Harry opened his eyes wide and examined the one visible object in the whole known universe: his watch display. The little black bits inside of it read 8:45, from which Harry could discern nothing from until the image flashed slightly, changing to 8:46. Harry gasped as much as one could without making any noise, he realized that these little black lines would change and would make time understandable for him. Apparently the girl understood too because she threw herself at Harry and gave him the biggest one-armed hug possible to give, which he happily returned, ecstatic about their discovery. They both released eachother so they could continue watching time go by.

They stood enraptured by the changing lines as they slowly advanced. Come 8:59 Harry felt the girl go tense in anticipation; He was rather nervous himself. After all, they had only seen the middle number change once before and it was the most significant thing happening in their entire universe. They waited in tense anticipation for this world changing event to finally take place. The seconds counted down: 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59,

And once more, all was black.

A/N: Wouldn't it suck if I ended every single chapter like this?