"Are we there yet? All these trees look the same," Pernia whined, shuffling her feet along the path. Malfoy shot her a look that whiped the glumness off her face, but she continued to make pouting noise every few minutes.
Hermione on the other hand was wondering the same thing. Though her spells told her that they were still going the right way, she could swear that she had pased that boulder before. With another 'Point Me' spell, they continued walking.
"We should be close. Once we are out of the woods, we should be able to see the tower," she sighed. Pernia perked up at this, but lowered her head again after about five minutes.
"Are we there yet?" Draco whispered into Hermione's ear. She turned to look at him, her face expressionless.
"Don't you start too. I wouldn't be able to..." she said, but stopped as she looked up from the path. The edge of the woods. A tower was barely visible, it's blackness shining in the mid day sun. She let out a giggle, pointing at it. Pernia, who looked very worn out, jumped foreword a foot when she saw it. Racing ahead of Hermione and Draco, she stepped into the sun.
"Very good Headmistress," Draco said, putting his arm around her. She grinned and shut her eyes, letting his body guide her. It was cool out here in the shade of the trees, but once they got into the sun...
A sudden scream broke the silence of Hermione's shut eyes. Opening them, she caught a glimpse of Pernia's leg as she was lifted from the ground. Running up ahead, Draco right behind her, Hermione looked up in horror to see that the red haired girl was in the hands of the Dragon Man.
They were headed to the tower.
*~*
Pain.
Blinking her eyes open, Pernia slowly looked around her. She was in a darkly lit room, laying in the middle as far as she could tell. This place seemed familer in a way, as if from a dream.
The tower.
Trying to move her arms, she let out a cry of greif when she felt metal chains dig into her skin. She wriggled her body, but stopped when the amount of pain that caused fully registered in her mind.
"So you are awake," a voice from the shadows said. Straning her eyes to see, Pernia gasped as the woman in white stepped out from behind a pillar. SHe was even more stunning then she remembered her. Then was a frown on her face as she walked to Pernia and lay a hand on her head. "I'm sorry child. For the Destined One to come to power, he must take a life."
Pernia heard a scream excape her lips as a bag of silk was placed over her head. Thoughts raced through her mind as she lay there in complete darkness, listening to the woman walk away. She only had to wait for two things. Rescue by Hermione and Draco or for Alex to arive at the tower.
Just wait. And pray.
*~*
As they raced foreword, the sun shining in their eyes, Hermione wished that Draco wasn't so darn fast. His many years as quiddich seeker had gotten him quite in shape, and he was just darting in ahead of her. Stopping, she called out to him.
"Here... Go on to the tower. I'll catch up. Take the Tears," she yelled, throwing them at him. He caught them with one hand and continued on his way as she slumped to the ground, panting hevily.
*~*
As he neared the tower door, Draco slowed a bit to catch his breath. He hadn't run like that in years! He didn't know where he had found the strength!
But now, standing in front of the door, it towering over his head, he felt small. Scared. Alone. A noise behind him caught his attention, and as he turned, he caught a gasp in his throat.
Alex stood there,his eyes looking at his Potion's teacher with no emotion at all. Draco took a step toward him, but Alex pushed him away, off to the side, and went into the building. Draco stood there for a minute, not beliveing that the shy, scared little child he had known Alex to be, had just pushed him.
But he had to get to Pernia. Shaking his head, he grabbed the large handle to the door and pulled it open. As he peered inside, all he saw was darkness. Then his eyes fell on a figure in the middle.
Pernia.
Taking a step foreword into the darkness, Draco was about to run to Pernia. But seeing a figure step out into the light made him stop dead in his tracks. Alex stood there, a long blade in hand, removing the bag from her head.
He stood there, looking down at her face for a few minutes, then got onto his knees, laying the dagger on the ground beside him. As far as Draco could see from where he was standing, her eyes were closed, the faint scar on her forehead standing out against her red hair. Alex seemed to have seen it too.
*~*
The scar. Staring down at her face, he ran a finger over his own forehead. For the first time, he noticed that it wasn't hot to the touch. His was gone. She had gotten it from him.
"You know what you must do," a voice behind him said. He turned and saw the woman, all dressed in white. He got to his feet and walked over to her, kissing her hand.
"Mother," he whispered, getting onto one knee. She smiled down at him, then brought her attention to Pernia.
"Kill the girl so you get your full strength. You must hurry," she said. Alex nodded and walked back to Pernia, stooping down to pick up the blade. He raised it over her head, watching her chest move in and out with each breath that she took.
Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, her face not moving for a moment, then she squeezed her eyes shut. It pained him to see that.
"Mother, I love you," he said, then turned and sunk the blade into her chest. She made no sound, not motion to stop him, just sunk to her knees on the ground, her white cloak dripping with fresh blood.
*~*
Draco stood there, stunned, as Alex walked over to Pernia and un did the chains on her wrists.
"Alex," Draco said, walking up to the boy. Alex looked at him and smiled, finishing with the last of the chains on Pernia's arm. When he was done, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Coughing, Draco spoke again. "Here, you may want these."
Handing Alex the Tears, Draco watched as his eyes sparkled, glinting a hazy silver. Then he looked at Pernia and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You got it. I thought you would," he said, slipping the two stones into one of his pocket. Pernia, who had been looking at the door, ran over to a figure standing there, holding onto her arm. Hermione was there, still panting from aparently running.
"Dear, we have to get you to run when we get back," Draco chuckled. Hermione shot him a grin, then looked around at the darkness. Her eyes traveled all along the walls, then to the woman hunched over on the floor, a pool of blood dripping down her side.
"So you have full strength now boy," a voice called out from above them. As the four of them tilted their heads up, they saw the dragon man hovering in mid air. Pernia burried her head in Hermione's robes.
"Enough to fight you Tal'Shenli. Pernia, go with the HEadmistress and Potion's teacher. Don't wait for me," he said, giving her a pat on the back. She brought her head out and looked at him, then nodded her head. The three of them left, leaving Alex standing there in the circle of light with the dragon man above.
"Was it wise to leave him there alone?" Hermione asked, running along the path away from the tower. Draco grabbed her hand, pulling her along faster. Pernia was running with her head bent to look behind her, and almost ran into the two of them.
"He seemed to want to do it," Draco sighed. He had a grim smile on his face as then continued on their way, running in silence until Pernia let out a small squeek. Hermione and Malfoy turned around, mouths open wide.
Where the tower had stood moments before was now a beam of brilliant white light. It streached from the ground all the way up to the heavens. It seemed to move and dance around slowly, never leaving the ground.
As the three of them watched it, a sudden burst of red shot from the middle of it, streaching out back toward the castle. Then a beam of blue shot the opposite way. A green beam came out the right, then a black to the left.
"North, South, East, West," Hermione muttered under her breath, un able to take her eyes away from the middle beam of light. Pernia had sunk to the ground, apperently praying, and Draco stood there motionless.
A loud crackling noise seemed to come, sounding far away at first, but getting louder. Hermione and Malfoy put their hands to thier ears, but Pernia made no move to do the same.
Then the noise stopped. Looking at each other cautiosly, they removed thier hands, placing them back at their sides. All was silent around them, nothing moved at all.
As they stood there, Hermione held her breath. Was Alex all right? What was going on. The middle beam seemed to be getting larger by the minute and she watched for any sign at all.
All at once, the beams of light faded and there was a sudden, loud noise as the middle beam of light shattered. Hermione sunk to the ground, and she could hear herself screaming, could hear a sound coming from Draco, but nothing else. Pernia quivvered and wrapped her head in her arms, rolling into a ball.
Time stood still.
After a moment, Hermione opened her eyes and looked around her. When had she closed them? Where was she? Why were they all on the ground? Then her memory came flooding back to her. She reached out to lay a hand on Pernia's back to try and comfort her, but only touched air. Looking up, she saw that the little girl was already running along the path, back to the rubble that had once been a tower.
Lightly kicking Draco in the leg, Hermione started running a head, trying to reach the girl. There was no way that Alex had lived through that. Hermione could hear Draco comeing, could hear his steady breath, but she didn't care. She only watched Pernia run, the braid her hair was in swinging back and forth.
As she ran on, Hermione started to cry. Cry for everyone who had ever died. She knew the pain that must be running through Pernia's mind right now. Have to check if he is alright. She herself had done the same when Voldemort had attacked.
She cried harder for the memory of her friends, for the many lives lost on that day. She hadn't known some of the people, but she still wept for them. It wasn't fair that they died like they did. It wasn't fair. If only she could change it.
Coming to a stop behind PErnia, Hermione felt herself cry harder. There, laying on the pedistal in the middle of the rubble, was Alex, his body curled into a ball. Pernia stepped over a large block of stone toward him, but Hermione lay a hand on her shoulder.
"Pernia," she whispered, but the little girl just shook her head and loosened Hermione's grip. She ran foreward, darting around objects scattered on the floor until she reached Alex. Getting onto her knees, she bent her head over him and cried.
Hermione felt a hand on her own shoulder and turned to see Draco standing there, his face having no emotion. She knew that her eyes were clouding up again and she burried her head in his shirt, felt his hands pull her in closer. His warm, comforting hands.
They stood there embracing for a while, the sound of Pernia's sobs mixing in with HErmione's, until Draco lifted her head up and looked into her eyes. His purple eyes glittered and she squeezed her own shut. Purple.
She saw scenes from that day in her seventh year. She had been in the Prefect girls bathroom when she first heard the shouting. It had been purple. She had grabbed her things and run down the corridor's, running past people who were going too slow.
What is wrong? She had asked herself on the way down, seeing the shocked looks on peoples faces. When she reached the Great Hall, she could still remember gasping when she saw them standing there. Ron, Harry, Dumbledore. Voldemort.
A sound behind her made Hermione turn her head. Pernia still had her head layed on Alex's chest. But something else was different.
Alex had just sneezed.
Walking slowly up behind Pernia, HErmione could see that Alex's eyes were open, that he was looking around the room wide-eyed. Then he saw Pernia, her head on his chest, and he weakly lay a hand on her head.
She shot her head up and looked at him, then only sobbed harder as he sat up, smiling at her. Hermione closed her eyes and listened to Pernia's sobs.
"I'm alright Pernia. Don't cry," he coughed out slowly. She shook her head and whipped her eyes on the back of her sleeve.
"No you aren't. I'm dreaming," she managed to get out. He laughed and took her head in his hands, kissing her on the forehead. Then he got to his feet and walked over to Hermione and Draco, who was now standing beside her.
"Thank you both very much. You saved my life. I owe you my life. It shall be repayed," he said, then dug through his pocket. He pulled out the Moon Tear, broken into two pieces, and threw them to the floor. Then he brought out the Sun Tear and held it in his hands.
It started glowing a bright orange, then turned to yellow. Then the beam turned white. Alex smiled at her and moved his hand through the beam, turning it black.
Looking into the beam, Hermione saw herself standing there, in the same spot. Draco was at her side, Pernia on the floor. Alex was no where to be seen. Then the beam started giving out images, going through her life. There they were, traveling here. Then talking to Malfoy in the dungon. It was playing back her life.
She watched the images flick past, all the way to the scene of Ron and Harry standing with Dumbledore, facing Voldemort. The beam froze and she looked up at Draco. He was staring at it as hard as she was.
"I just saw my life up to that day in our seventh year," he whispered to her and she nodded. Then she saw Alex sneeking up behind Voldemort and pulling away his wand. He turned, and Dumbledore shot him with a spell. The Dark Lord fell to the ground.
Then the beam started giving out images that Hermione had never seen before. There was graduation day. Harry's wedding to Ginny. Her own wedding to Ron. The birth of her own son. Her job at the ministry. Then the beam froze.
"This is my debt to you," Alex said. Pernia was standing next to him now, watching the beam. Watching her own life.
"I love you," Hermione whispered to Draco, wrapping her arms around him. He nodded and smiled weakly. He had seen his own life over the past three years.
Alex looked at them and smiled faintly, then turned to Pernia. He bent in to kiss her, but stopped as she jumped on him, kissing his nose. The two pairs of them stood like that for some time, until Alex coughed.
He lowered his head and ran his head through the beam again. It turned a bright red, then purple. Then everything went black.
*~*
"Isn't he beautiful?" Ron said, bending over to pick up his son. Hermione smiled and went back to her knitting, being careful not to poke herself again.
The little baby had Ron's red hair and Hermione's smarts. He was already talking at six months. But the eyes puzzled eyery one. They were a hazy silver, like a foggy day. His name was Alex.
*~*
Sighing, Pernia watched a fly walk across her book as she sat in potions class. Would the teacher never get there? Closing her eyes, she pictured herself running outside in the sun, feeling...
"And is Miss Weasly daydreaming?" Draco Malfoy said, smacking his ruler against her table. He had replaced the old potion teacher, Professor Snape, last year as Pernia heard it. She almost wished that Snape was still here, because Malfoy seemed to hate her. But being in first year, she had no idea what to expect.
*~*
It was a cloudy day on the hilltop, the twigs of the nest moving in the slight wind. Three eggs sat in it, each one speckled purple. A tiny crack appered in one, then the whole thing fell apart. A man with large, dragon wings stepped out.
*~*
FIN Forgotten Tears!
Hermione on the other hand was wondering the same thing. Though her spells told her that they were still going the right way, she could swear that she had pased that boulder before. With another 'Point Me' spell, they continued walking.
"We should be close. Once we are out of the woods, we should be able to see the tower," she sighed. Pernia perked up at this, but lowered her head again after about five minutes.
"Are we there yet?" Draco whispered into Hermione's ear. She turned to look at him, her face expressionless.
"Don't you start too. I wouldn't be able to..." she said, but stopped as she looked up from the path. The edge of the woods. A tower was barely visible, it's blackness shining in the mid day sun. She let out a giggle, pointing at it. Pernia, who looked very worn out, jumped foreword a foot when she saw it. Racing ahead of Hermione and Draco, she stepped into the sun.
"Very good Headmistress," Draco said, putting his arm around her. She grinned and shut her eyes, letting his body guide her. It was cool out here in the shade of the trees, but once they got into the sun...
A sudden scream broke the silence of Hermione's shut eyes. Opening them, she caught a glimpse of Pernia's leg as she was lifted from the ground. Running up ahead, Draco right behind her, Hermione looked up in horror to see that the red haired girl was in the hands of the Dragon Man.
They were headed to the tower.
*~*
Pain.
Blinking her eyes open, Pernia slowly looked around her. She was in a darkly lit room, laying in the middle as far as she could tell. This place seemed familer in a way, as if from a dream.
The tower.
Trying to move her arms, she let out a cry of greif when she felt metal chains dig into her skin. She wriggled her body, but stopped when the amount of pain that caused fully registered in her mind.
"So you are awake," a voice from the shadows said. Straning her eyes to see, Pernia gasped as the woman in white stepped out from behind a pillar. SHe was even more stunning then she remembered her. Then was a frown on her face as she walked to Pernia and lay a hand on her head. "I'm sorry child. For the Destined One to come to power, he must take a life."
Pernia heard a scream excape her lips as a bag of silk was placed over her head. Thoughts raced through her mind as she lay there in complete darkness, listening to the woman walk away. She only had to wait for two things. Rescue by Hermione and Draco or for Alex to arive at the tower.
Just wait. And pray.
*~*
As they raced foreword, the sun shining in their eyes, Hermione wished that Draco wasn't so darn fast. His many years as quiddich seeker had gotten him quite in shape, and he was just darting in ahead of her. Stopping, she called out to him.
"Here... Go on to the tower. I'll catch up. Take the Tears," she yelled, throwing them at him. He caught them with one hand and continued on his way as she slumped to the ground, panting hevily.
*~*
As he neared the tower door, Draco slowed a bit to catch his breath. He hadn't run like that in years! He didn't know where he had found the strength!
But now, standing in front of the door, it towering over his head, he felt small. Scared. Alone. A noise behind him caught his attention, and as he turned, he caught a gasp in his throat.
Alex stood there,his eyes looking at his Potion's teacher with no emotion at all. Draco took a step toward him, but Alex pushed him away, off to the side, and went into the building. Draco stood there for a minute, not beliveing that the shy, scared little child he had known Alex to be, had just pushed him.
But he had to get to Pernia. Shaking his head, he grabbed the large handle to the door and pulled it open. As he peered inside, all he saw was darkness. Then his eyes fell on a figure in the middle.
Pernia.
Taking a step foreword into the darkness, Draco was about to run to Pernia. But seeing a figure step out into the light made him stop dead in his tracks. Alex stood there, a long blade in hand, removing the bag from her head.
He stood there, looking down at her face for a few minutes, then got onto his knees, laying the dagger on the ground beside him. As far as Draco could see from where he was standing, her eyes were closed, the faint scar on her forehead standing out against her red hair. Alex seemed to have seen it too.
*~*
The scar. Staring down at her face, he ran a finger over his own forehead. For the first time, he noticed that it wasn't hot to the touch. His was gone. She had gotten it from him.
"You know what you must do," a voice behind him said. He turned and saw the woman, all dressed in white. He got to his feet and walked over to her, kissing her hand.
"Mother," he whispered, getting onto one knee. She smiled down at him, then brought her attention to Pernia.
"Kill the girl so you get your full strength. You must hurry," she said. Alex nodded and walked back to Pernia, stooping down to pick up the blade. He raised it over her head, watching her chest move in and out with each breath that she took.
Her eyes opened, and she looked at him, her face not moving for a moment, then she squeezed her eyes shut. It pained him to see that.
"Mother, I love you," he said, then turned and sunk the blade into her chest. She made no sound, not motion to stop him, just sunk to her knees on the ground, her white cloak dripping with fresh blood.
*~*
Draco stood there, stunned, as Alex walked over to Pernia and un did the chains on her wrists.
"Alex," Draco said, walking up to the boy. Alex looked at him and smiled, finishing with the last of the chains on Pernia's arm. When he was done, she jumped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Coughing, Draco spoke again. "Here, you may want these."
Handing Alex the Tears, Draco watched as his eyes sparkled, glinting a hazy silver. Then he looked at Pernia and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"You got it. I thought you would," he said, slipping the two stones into one of his pocket. Pernia, who had been looking at the door, ran over to a figure standing there, holding onto her arm. Hermione was there, still panting from aparently running.
"Dear, we have to get you to run when we get back," Draco chuckled. Hermione shot him a grin, then looked around at the darkness. Her eyes traveled all along the walls, then to the woman hunched over on the floor, a pool of blood dripping down her side.
"So you have full strength now boy," a voice called out from above them. As the four of them tilted their heads up, they saw the dragon man hovering in mid air. Pernia burried her head in Hermione's robes.
"Enough to fight you Tal'Shenli. Pernia, go with the HEadmistress and Potion's teacher. Don't wait for me," he said, giving her a pat on the back. She brought her head out and looked at him, then nodded her head. The three of them left, leaving Alex standing there in the circle of light with the dragon man above.
"Was it wise to leave him there alone?" Hermione asked, running along the path away from the tower. Draco grabbed her hand, pulling her along faster. Pernia was running with her head bent to look behind her, and almost ran into the two of them.
"He seemed to want to do it," Draco sighed. He had a grim smile on his face as then continued on their way, running in silence until Pernia let out a small squeek. Hermione and Malfoy turned around, mouths open wide.
Where the tower had stood moments before was now a beam of brilliant white light. It streached from the ground all the way up to the heavens. It seemed to move and dance around slowly, never leaving the ground.
As the three of them watched it, a sudden burst of red shot from the middle of it, streaching out back toward the castle. Then a beam of blue shot the opposite way. A green beam came out the right, then a black to the left.
"North, South, East, West," Hermione muttered under her breath, un able to take her eyes away from the middle beam of light. Pernia had sunk to the ground, apperently praying, and Draco stood there motionless.
A loud crackling noise seemed to come, sounding far away at first, but getting louder. Hermione and Malfoy put their hands to thier ears, but Pernia made no move to do the same.
Then the noise stopped. Looking at each other cautiosly, they removed thier hands, placing them back at their sides. All was silent around them, nothing moved at all.
As they stood there, Hermione held her breath. Was Alex all right? What was going on. The middle beam seemed to be getting larger by the minute and she watched for any sign at all.
All at once, the beams of light faded and there was a sudden, loud noise as the middle beam of light shattered. Hermione sunk to the ground, and she could hear herself screaming, could hear a sound coming from Draco, but nothing else. Pernia quivvered and wrapped her head in her arms, rolling into a ball.
Time stood still.
After a moment, Hermione opened her eyes and looked around her. When had she closed them? Where was she? Why were they all on the ground? Then her memory came flooding back to her. She reached out to lay a hand on Pernia's back to try and comfort her, but only touched air. Looking up, she saw that the little girl was already running along the path, back to the rubble that had once been a tower.
Lightly kicking Draco in the leg, Hermione started running a head, trying to reach the girl. There was no way that Alex had lived through that. Hermione could hear Draco comeing, could hear his steady breath, but she didn't care. She only watched Pernia run, the braid her hair was in swinging back and forth.
As she ran on, Hermione started to cry. Cry for everyone who had ever died. She knew the pain that must be running through Pernia's mind right now. Have to check if he is alright. She herself had done the same when Voldemort had attacked.
She cried harder for the memory of her friends, for the many lives lost on that day. She hadn't known some of the people, but she still wept for them. It wasn't fair that they died like they did. It wasn't fair. If only she could change it.
Coming to a stop behind PErnia, Hermione felt herself cry harder. There, laying on the pedistal in the middle of the rubble, was Alex, his body curled into a ball. Pernia stepped over a large block of stone toward him, but Hermione lay a hand on her shoulder.
"Pernia," she whispered, but the little girl just shook her head and loosened Hermione's grip. She ran foreward, darting around objects scattered on the floor until she reached Alex. Getting onto her knees, she bent her head over him and cried.
Hermione felt a hand on her own shoulder and turned to see Draco standing there, his face having no emotion. She knew that her eyes were clouding up again and she burried her head in his shirt, felt his hands pull her in closer. His warm, comforting hands.
They stood there embracing for a while, the sound of Pernia's sobs mixing in with HErmione's, until Draco lifted her head up and looked into her eyes. His purple eyes glittered and she squeezed her own shut. Purple.
She saw scenes from that day in her seventh year. She had been in the Prefect girls bathroom when she first heard the shouting. It had been purple. She had grabbed her things and run down the corridor's, running past people who were going too slow.
What is wrong? She had asked herself on the way down, seeing the shocked looks on peoples faces. When she reached the Great Hall, she could still remember gasping when she saw them standing there. Ron, Harry, Dumbledore. Voldemort.
A sound behind her made Hermione turn her head. Pernia still had her head layed on Alex's chest. But something else was different.
Alex had just sneezed.
Walking slowly up behind Pernia, HErmione could see that Alex's eyes were open, that he was looking around the room wide-eyed. Then he saw Pernia, her head on his chest, and he weakly lay a hand on her head.
She shot her head up and looked at him, then only sobbed harder as he sat up, smiling at her. Hermione closed her eyes and listened to Pernia's sobs.
"I'm alright Pernia. Don't cry," he coughed out slowly. She shook her head and whipped her eyes on the back of her sleeve.
"No you aren't. I'm dreaming," she managed to get out. He laughed and took her head in his hands, kissing her on the forehead. Then he got to his feet and walked over to Hermione and Draco, who was now standing beside her.
"Thank you both very much. You saved my life. I owe you my life. It shall be repayed," he said, then dug through his pocket. He pulled out the Moon Tear, broken into two pieces, and threw them to the floor. Then he brought out the Sun Tear and held it in his hands.
It started glowing a bright orange, then turned to yellow. Then the beam turned white. Alex smiled at her and moved his hand through the beam, turning it black.
Looking into the beam, Hermione saw herself standing there, in the same spot. Draco was at her side, Pernia on the floor. Alex was no where to be seen. Then the beam started giving out images, going through her life. There they were, traveling here. Then talking to Malfoy in the dungon. It was playing back her life.
She watched the images flick past, all the way to the scene of Ron and Harry standing with Dumbledore, facing Voldemort. The beam froze and she looked up at Draco. He was staring at it as hard as she was.
"I just saw my life up to that day in our seventh year," he whispered to her and she nodded. Then she saw Alex sneeking up behind Voldemort and pulling away his wand. He turned, and Dumbledore shot him with a spell. The Dark Lord fell to the ground.
Then the beam started giving out images that Hermione had never seen before. There was graduation day. Harry's wedding to Ginny. Her own wedding to Ron. The birth of her own son. Her job at the ministry. Then the beam froze.
"This is my debt to you," Alex said. Pernia was standing next to him now, watching the beam. Watching her own life.
"I love you," Hermione whispered to Draco, wrapping her arms around him. He nodded and smiled weakly. He had seen his own life over the past three years.
Alex looked at them and smiled faintly, then turned to Pernia. He bent in to kiss her, but stopped as she jumped on him, kissing his nose. The two pairs of them stood like that for some time, until Alex coughed.
He lowered his head and ran his head through the beam again. It turned a bright red, then purple. Then everything went black.
*~*
"Isn't he beautiful?" Ron said, bending over to pick up his son. Hermione smiled and went back to her knitting, being careful not to poke herself again.
The little baby had Ron's red hair and Hermione's smarts. He was already talking at six months. But the eyes puzzled eyery one. They were a hazy silver, like a foggy day. His name was Alex.
*~*
Sighing, Pernia watched a fly walk across her book as she sat in potions class. Would the teacher never get there? Closing her eyes, she pictured herself running outside in the sun, feeling...
"And is Miss Weasly daydreaming?" Draco Malfoy said, smacking his ruler against her table. He had replaced the old potion teacher, Professor Snape, last year as Pernia heard it. She almost wished that Snape was still here, because Malfoy seemed to hate her. But being in first year, she had no idea what to expect.
*~*
It was a cloudy day on the hilltop, the twigs of the nest moving in the slight wind. Three eggs sat in it, each one speckled purple. A tiny crack appered in one, then the whole thing fell apart. A man with large, dragon wings stepped out.
*~*
FIN Forgotten Tears!