A/N: Hello everyone! Welcome to another episode of Another Opening, Another Show. I know I move slow, but it's quality craftsmanship, right? Right? Of course, right. Actually I really wonder if it is quality craftsmanship. I'm heading into a writing course, and everyone around me feels that I can make it as a professional writer. What do you think? Any who, buckle your seatbelts kids! Cause here we go!

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I weep at night into my pillow if you don't believe me.

Couples: HG/EE.

Song: 'A Heart's Cry' from Riverdance.

"Speaking"

'Thinking'

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'Where the river foams and surges to the sea
Silver figures rise to find me
Wise and as daring
Following the heart's cry.

I am that deep pool
I am that dark spring
Warm with a mystery
I may reveal to you'

The duffle bag hit the floor with a muffled thump, and Hermione hitched up the knees of her black pants before squatting down beside her new charge. "Do you like the room Elysia?" The small girl nodded in response, but stayed silent. Hermione sighed and ran her hair through her short messy hair then quirked a grin. "It's all yours." Elysia looked up with something akin to nervous excitement.

"Really, it's yours." The teddy bear the small blonde girl was carrying like a lifeline dragged across the floor towards the small twin bed, and a tiny hand slid across the soft yellow comforter. "You know, Elysia," Hermione tried, catching the girl's wandering eye, "I have a sister who's not much older than you are. Her name is Margaret. I think you two would get along."

Elysia again said nothing. Hermione sighed again, then turned and bent down to grab the duffle bag. Putting it on the seat of the small white rocking chair, Hermione unzippered the bag, and started taking the clothing over to the matching white dresser.

She had conjured everything that morning, a completely white bed set, that fit snugly into what was once their small spare bedroom. The walls were a golden yellow that reminded her of the soft bed hangings in the girl's dormitory, and the floor was a slightly darker wood she had pressed darker gold leaf designs into. White crown molding covered the top and the bottom of the walls, making it seem cosier.

Completing her task of putting away the clothing Hermione turned around to ask Elysia about lunch when she spotted the girl fast asleep, curled up on the top of the bed, still holding dead fast to her teddy. Smiling grimly Hermione deftly lifted the girl up with the ease of long practice and pulled back the covers silently. Tucking Elysia in, Hermione turned and left the room.

'In Time
(Time holds the heart's key)
Key to everything is Love
(Love makes the heart flower)
Flowers into a deep desire
(Passion in the heart's fire)
Passion and desire'

Strong arms encircled her waist and a face was buried into her now long hair. "This is harder than I thought it would be, Hermione." She leaned back against him, trying to convey comfort, while flipping the food in the frying pan. Turning the dial to 'low' she turned around and hugged him back.

"I know, love. I know. Tell me."

"It's just that. Every time I look at her, I see Maes." He tried to pull away from her, but she held fast, "I just," His body sagged against hers, "I thought I was over his death. But, now it just surrounds me." Soothing hands rubbed along his back lips carried themselves over his face in a comforting manner.

"Let it surround you. Let his presence enter you, and through you he can love his daughter as if he were here with us. I'm not saying it won't be hard, but we have to be strong." She turned his face up, and their eyes met, "We are strong together. You lean on me, and I lean on you. This is how it's always been, how it always will be." He nodded and returned his face to the crook of her neck.

"You're beautiful like that Hermione. Just beautiful." He held her even tighter and then felt her turn in his arms, and scoop the food out of the frying pan onto a waiting plate. Pulling out of his embrace, she picked up the plate and put it on the table, then pulled back the chair infront of the settings.

"Now, it's time to eat, you. You haven't eaten all day" She turned and steered him into the seat. "I made you two eggs in a frame." Patting his shoulder, she walked out of the kitchen leaving Ed to his meal.

'See the eagle rise above the open plain
Golden in the morning air
Weaving and soaring
Watchful and protecting
I am your shelterI will enfold you
Warm with a mystery
I may reveal to you'

Biting into the last half of his first toast and egg, Ed felt eyes on him. Looking up from his meal, green eyes met his. "Elysia." The small girl moved out from her place, pressed behind the kitchen door and stood on the edge of the kitchen wearily clasping her hands, and shuffling her feet.

"Are you hungry?" She nodded and Ed smiled, "Come over here, I have something for you to eat." When she hesitated, he pulled out the chair beside him, and held out his hand, "Come on. No need to be shy around me." A flicker of a smile crossed the girl's features, but Ed wasn't sure it ever happened, because back in its place was the grim line that was now a permanent feature.

Elysia climbed up into the chair and sat at the table, her shoulder just barely peaking over the side of the table. Ed stood, and grabbed a plate from the cabinet. Setting it down gently, so as to not spook the skiddish girl, Ed grabbed the uneaten egg in a frame and placed it on her plate. "It's really good. He-Harry made it. He's a wonderful cook."

She poked at it uncertainly with her hand. "You pick it up, with your fingers, like this." Ed demonstrated with his half eaten share. "And, then you just take a bite. It's okay if the egg gets runny, that's what the toast is for, you mop it up with it." Hesitantly, the girl picked up the square, and took a tiny nibble. Then a larger bite.

"Good, huh?" Elysia gave a small nod. Ed grinned and continued eating his portion, maybe this wasn't going to be so horrible after all. It's what he could only hope for atleast.

'In Time
(Time holds the heart's key)
Key to everything is Love
(Love makes the heart flower)
Flowers into a deep desire
(Passion in the heart's fire)
Passion and desire'

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