Wow, I'm updating fast. Since no-one has reviewed, (since I posted last night) I have nothing to say. (I think this is my shortest author's note ever. Hooray for me.)

Tally ho-

Chapter 4: The Awakening

The sun was setting as Rose stood cradling a baby in her arms. Her hair was billowing in the wind as she hushed the tiny child. Harry smiled and made his way up the cliff they were standing on.

On reaching them, Harry grinned and looked down at the baby in Rose's arms. A little boy; with his own green eyes and Rose's dark red hair. Tucking back a strand of Rose's hair, Harry bent down and kissed hair passionately, setting off a tingling feeling throughout Harry's whole body. He felt as though that feeling alone could make him forget all of the loneliness he had endured in his past.

Before they could draw apart, the familiar popping of apparation was heard and Harry, Rose and the baby were surrounded. The cloaked figures around them sneered maliciously before gradually moving in on the three.

Harry protectively held Rose and the baby, but his efforts were in vain, as he made to take out his wand, the sneering mob sent out the too familiar jet of green light, and Rose and the baby fell to the ground.

Harry sat up bolt right, sweating and panting. "Merlin!" He breathed to himself. Only a dream, only a dream. But then something hit him: Rose... He had only known her three days and yet when he kissed her in his dream, he was the happiest he had been in a long time.

He had gone through so much in his life, growing up with the Dursley's, Voldemort's never ending presence, the death of Sirius, and eventually, Hagrid, who had died protecting him during the second war. In his dream, everything was forgotten, he only need her and their baby.

It was then that it dawned upon him the meaning of the second part of his dream. By marrying Rose, he was putting her and their baby in extreme danger. The death eaters would most likely get to them eventually, and on top of that, there was no promise of the muggle's reactions.

At this point, he was thankful for the protection of 12 Grimmauld Place, which he had inherited from Sirius five years ago. Angry at both himself and Dumbledore, Harry put on his glasses and shuffled out of bed.

Making his way down stairs, Harry passed the place where the House Elves' heads had once been, taken down by Hermione the day they retuned to Grimmauld Place, when Kreacher had no say in it. Harry also passed the original position of Mrs Black's portrait, finally removed again by Hermione, but not without a huge amount of research, and reached the kitchen, only to be greeted by Rose, herself, much to Harry's surprise.

Though she had moved in that very day, Harry had been slightly shocked to see her - it was three in the morning. She sat in the light of the fire, with a mug in her hands. On seeing Harry, she smiled.

"Hey," he said quietly. "Why're you up?" he asked, suddenly feeling a little bit embarrassed in her presence. Their kiss in his dream had seemed so real.

"Couldn't sleep - new bed and all," she admitted, offering him a seat in front of the fire.

Harry sat down before pouring himself a cup of tea. "I hope everything's alright here. Dumbledore wants you to be as comfortable as possible." He looked up at her. "And I do, too." He added quietly.

She dazzled her beautiful smile, but her eyes gave away her true emotion; uncertainty and sorrow. "Thanks..." she said half heartedly.

Harry felt a bit uncomfortable; he barely new this girl, and here he was, tying her down in a world she barely knew. "You don't have to do this, you know." he said gently.

She smiled and shook her head. "Yes, I do. Dumbledore's a wise man; everyone says so. I'm not a big believer in destiny and fate and all that, but Dumbledore just seems to know what he's doing." She shrugged.

"But...but... Do you know how much danger he's...we've put you in? The death eaters, the muggles; it won't be easy." Harry pleaded.

"Harry, I get this. Those bastards killed my parents; they were all I had; I never had many friends growing up, moving around all the time. And now the muggles are putting two and two together. We have to stop them - all of them. This looks like the best option." A tear slid down her cheek, but Rose wiped it away quickly.

Yet again, Harry felt uncomfortable. Unsure of what to do, he shifted in his seat, before leaning over and rapping a comforting arm around her. Rose was taken aback, but didn't move.

They sat like this for a while; but Harry surprisingly found this to be far from uncomfortable, finding her presence very comforting.

Eventually, Harry made to get up. Looking down at Rose, whose head rested on his shoulder, he noticed she was asleep, and carried her upstairs to her room.

Resting her on her bed, Harry smiled, noticing her undeniable beauty. Maybe this will be for the best...

Oh my god. Longest chapter ever. Let me get over this extreme phenomenon. In - out - in - out (me remembering how to breathe). I'm super pumped now. I reckon that was the best chapter yet. Ok, maybe not, because I am crap at writing fluff, but I'm a bit chuffed. Super sucker for romance right here - (Me) -

Well, now that I've ranted and raved for a little while, I shall bid you adieu, and write another chapter (because I am so pumped)

Toodle-loo,

Queen Lucy the first, of Adelaide, South Australia, Australia, the Southern Hemisphere, Earth, the Milky Way, the Universe. (Daniel Radcliffe, be my King?)