Forgotten Yesterday
Chapter 20: Brand New Morning
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any characters borrowed for use in this story.
A/N: Ok, I admit it. The last chapter was a little fluffy. But hey, that's the mood I was in when I wrote it so… But I promise it was fluff with a point. I needed to get to the situation this chapter starts in and fluff was the most logical path. This chapter will also start out a bit fluffy as well. Which leads to another thing. The rating has been changed to PG-13. This is because of implied 'adult' situations. Nothing graphic just the implication. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed.
~Dru
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Hermione wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up. She was warm and comfortable and she could feel Harry's strng body spooned behind her. The whole night had become a whirlwind of images in her mind. Carefully she rolled over and looked at Harry. The dying fire cast shadows over his face. In the calmness of sleep all the small lines of years of worry and stress were removed from his skin. He looked like a child again. Gently her fingertips traced over the ancient scar on his forehead. As she did his eyes slowly slid open and fixed on her.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Hey." she ran her fingers down the side of his face. He caught her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm.
"I was dreaming of you."
"Where you? What were you dreaming?"
"I can't tell you. There not approiate."
She giggled.
"This feels right, doesn't it, 'Mione."
"Yeah, Harry, it does."
They lie next to each other in soft silence.
Harry squeezed his eyes tightly together.
"Harry, are you alright?" Hermione's voice was filled with concern.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just have a really bad headache all of a sudden." he laughed a little. "You know, If I didn't know better, I'd think my scar was hurting." suddenly he doubled over with pain.
Hermione hovered over him trying to help.
There were loud voices in the hall and pounding in the doors. She and Harry quickly, haphazardly dressed and ran out the door in to the hall.
"Are you alright?" she held his arm as they walked down toward the great hall.
"I'm OK. I promise." they stopped just before Snape. "What's going on?"
"Look." he gestured to the open front doors.
The two edged their way closer to the front steps and looked out over the landscape. The moon shone bright over the snow covered land giving it an ethereal quality. Harry looked up into the sky and gasped. Hermione followed his gaze and stumbled back against him. High in the sky above the forbidden forest a great shape was taking form. In a moment the skull and snake of the dark mark had taken shape on the horizion.
"Harry, what does that mean?" Hermione looked up at him.
He had focused his eyes on the already fading image in the sky. "It means we failed."
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Another A/N: Yeah, short chapter, sorry. It needed to be done. There should be another one before sat.
~Dru
