This is an apology for the long wait on the second part of this fic. It took me a long time to write, not because I had writers block but I don't think I was mature enough to continue it. I believe now that I am ready. You will notice that the style of writing in part one and two are very different that is because I have matured as a writer, please tell me what you think for I have big plans for this fic.
Bundle of Sorrows part 2
Whispers in the night.
Hermione POV.
I watch you sleeping, angeled faced, silver haired, black rings circle under your eyes. I dare not move for fear that I will wake you, and break the simple magic hovering around your body as it reclaims its energy. I know you have been staying awake until I fall asleep, watching me intently. It is a fruitless venture, most nights I fake it, leveling my breathing and stilling my heartbeats so your head can finally hit the pillow in exhaustion. I know that's the reason why I spend most nights wrapped in emerald green quilts, instead of my own scarlet ones.
"You have to sleep, for both of you." I had given in, you were my soul mate perhaps you would chill the fear in my heart. Your body so close to mine usually made me feel safe, as your strong arms wrapped themselves around me; I usually experience euphoria.
Not any more. Every time I close my eyes, the dream's fatal images float in front of my eyelids. It haunts me now in daytime, but I dare not tell you.
You're so careful with me now, watching my every move. You're worse then Ron, with his brotherly affections. I can't cross to another classroom without you by my side, protecting me from the masses of students. I liked it at first, but you scrutinize me so closely you can't but notice my pale features and growing fatigue. Even Harry, who I fear hatred from and believes me a traitor to the good fight, noticed and took me aside more demanding then asking, looking for an excuse to tan your hide. I told him nothing; even he wouldn't understand a fellow sufferer of sleepless nights. I often spied him, staring into dying embers, the weight of the world on his shoulders but I, as I crossed the common room to slip back to my bed after a night in yours, ignore him. How different things are now.
I'll tell you the dream now while you sleep, so no questions will be asked. I know it off by heart, and it pains me most as I lie my hand on my stomach, and feel the small bulge that is our four month creation.
I saw her, standing in front of me beneath the cool expanse of a forest's canopy. She has your hair, but her eyes are as blue as cornflowers, they belonged to my grandmother and will be her only heritage as she died last year. She reaches for me but something is holding me back and I cannot grasp her small hands. Shadows pass over my eyes and mist begins to circle. I call out but it's not my voice and it speaks a word I don't understand. Elereth. She starts to wail and my heart is hurting, but I cannot escape the invisible grasp that holds me. Suddenly, a white light covers the forest, I can't breath with the sharp pain that burns across my stomach. My head starts to swim and I wrap my arms around my waist. She is fading in front of my eyes but I cannot reach her. Shadows engulf her, and the forest is still. I've lost my baby.
You see now why I hate closing my eyes and seeing her scared face. I'm afraid I will loose her again, I couldn't live if I did.
