Disclaimer: You know already. This story is inspired by the movie "The City of Glass". The song "And I Love You So" is also taken from there.

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D.Torres: "Daniel" didn't marry "Emma". As for the chapters I planned to have.... I'm not sure, maybe 20 or more chapters?

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Translation of Irish to English:

Go raibh maith agat: Thank you

Dia duit, Dia is Muire duit: Hello

An feidir liom cabhru leat?: Can I help you?

Ce mhead e sin?: How much is that?

Ta se a cuig chun a do: It's five to two.

Chapter 11: 15th January 2003

Dear Diary,

I woke up this morning and saw sunlight through our big window. I didn't know what time it was until I looked at the clock next to our bed. 12pm. Wow, I couldn't believe that I slept until noon. But then again, I felt that it wasn't so surprising, since Harry and I didn't sleep until 3am in the morning. And Diary, I think you know what we did last night. (wink)

I turned to the warm body next to mine and put my arm over Harry's bare chest. I looked at his face. Oh, he looked so beautiful; I could watch him sleep for hours.

But he got to wake up sometime, so I said softly, "Wake up, Darling."

He continued to sleep. I kissed him gently on the lips and lay my head next to his on the pillow.

He opened his eyes slightly and turned his head. He smiled at me, put his arm around me and held me close.

"Morning." he said sleepily.

"Afternoon is more like it, it's already 12pm." I said.

"Oh." he said simply and closed his eyes. For a moment, he didn't speak.

"Harry, don't go back to sleep." I said loudly. Last night, we decided to call each other our real names in private.

"Okay, okay...." he muttered with his eyes shut.

There must be someway to wake him up. So I thought for a while and smiled. "Oh well, since you are too tired, I guess you don't want to join me for a shower."

Before he could say anything, I got off our bed, took out a simple yellow dress from the cupboard, a towel and I went off to the shower.

I deliberately didn't lock the door when I closed it. Then I turned on the tap to have my shower.

As the water ran down my body, I counted, "1, 2, 3, 4, 5....."

The door was being opened; I lifted my face and let the water to wash my face when Harry locked his arms around me.

"I knew that idea would wake you up." I said and he kissed my wet cheek.

I wanted to go swimming in the in-door swimming pool before lunch so we grabbed our swimming costumes and headed straight to the pool.

The pool was huge and looked so inviting that I jumped right in after I had changed into my red bikini. Harry joined in a few minutes later. A few years of Auror training had taught him how to swim, so he caught up with me within a minute or two.

We were swimming for an hour when an idea came to my mind. Why don't we play 'Tag' in the pool?

So playfully, I slapped Harry on the shoulder and said, "Tag, you're it!"

Harry gaped at me as I laughed and swam off quickly.

"Oh no, you don't!" Harry said and with a splash, he swam after me.

I swam as fast as I could and I sang to Harry, "Na na, you cannot catch me!'

I giggled when I saw Harry frowned and I continued to swim away from him. He dived.

I swam freely for a few seconds when suddenly, someone tugged my foot. "Ah!"

I turned my head and saw Harry grinning victoriously. He was standing straight in the water. "Gotcha!"

I groaned as he pulled me towards him and put his arms around my waist. When I managed to stand still, he put his head on my shoulder and asked, "Any reward for catching the prettiest witch in this pool?"

I looked at him and pretended to think. "Hm, what do you expect?"

"A kiss?" he whispered.

I smiled at him and he smiled back, but his smile faded when I said, "No way."

"What?"

I grinned mischievously at him. "How about this instead?" Immediately, I slapped the water at his face.

"Hey!" cried Harry and he let go of me. I laughed as Harry wiped the water off his face slowly.

"Emma Evans." he said quietly, and dangerously.

I stopped laughing. Harry sounded dead serious when he said my "name". Although the name wasn't mine, I felt fear when Harry said it.

Harry looked at me and said, "I don't like that."

My hand flew to my mouth and I said quickly, "Oh I'm so sorry, Darling. I didn't know that you don't like people to splash water on your face....."

He glared at me, which was the last thing I wanted him to do.

"Daniel, please don't be mad. Is that anything I could do to make you feel better?" I asked in panic.

He stared at me for a while before he said, "Well, there's one thing."

"What?" I asked anxiously.

Suddenly he grinned. "This!" He splashed the water on my face.

"Hey!"

"Ha, I fooled you!" he cried and laughed.

I scowled. "Take this, Daniel Evans!" I said and sent a huge amount of water to him.

"Ah, take this, Emma!" Harry said and water hit my face instantly.

"Ah!" I gave a short laugh and we spent the next few minutes having our water fight.

Harry ended it by caught my hands and kissed them affectionately. "Okay, fight's over."

Rubbing at my hands slowly, he said, "Why don't we go and have lunch instead?"

I smiled. "Sure."

It was already 1.45pm when we came to the Boat Deck, I realised that the ship had stopped to let passenger off to Queenstown. The day was sunny but still a bit cold.

"Yeah, Malfoy is gone, we can live in peace!" said Harry loudly.

"Daniel!" I said sharply.

"Sorry." said Harry sheepishly. "Hey, what're those?" he asked, pointing at a few witches and wizards setting up tables and putting stuff on them.

"I think they are store owners in Queenstown, they come here to sell gifts to passengers, since there's a bit of time before the ship headed straight to Miami. Yeah, I think that's it." I said slowly.

"Well, let's go and take a look." said Harry and we went to the gathering crowd at the row of stalls on the deck.

"Remember, you must leave when the ship's whistle is sounded." said an officer over the talking of the passengers to the vendors.

"Yes Sir." replied the vendors and he left.

We looked at the things they sold. Jewellery, robes, Quidditch souvenirs like mini broomsticks and models of Golden Snitches, flowers and postcards.

I looked in awe at the jewellery a witch was selling: Butterfly-shaped brooch, heart-shape diamond necklace, sliver rings and a lot of dazzling jewellery that I had never seen. Although those were beautiful, I had my eyes on a pretty, gold bracelet. It had a small, heart shaped ruby dangling on it. The gold and red colours reminded me so much of Gryffindor and my days in the house.

"How much is this?" I asked the witch.

The witch looked uncomfortable.

"Err, excuse me, but how much is this bracelet?" I asked, slightly louder, thinking that she might be hard on hearing.

"I don't understand." said the witch slowly in her heavily Irish accent.

Okay, so this witch didn't speak English. Uh oh.

"Daniel," I called to Harry, who was at the Quidditch souvenirs stand. "This witch doesn't......."

I blinked.

Harry was talking to the owner in fluent Irish.

Since when did he learn how to speak Irish?

"Go raibh matih agat." I heard Harry saying (that's one sentence I could understand) and he got himself a watch.

"Daniel, come over here." I called.

Harry came over. "Look at this watch, Emma, isn't it cool?" he asked, showing me a wristwatch with mini Golden Snitch flying around the edges.

"Suit you." I said simply and helped Harry to put it on.

"By the way, what is it you want?"

"This witch doesn't know English." I said.

Harry smiled. "Leave it to me, dear." He turned to the witch. "Dia duit."

The witch smiled brightly at him. "Dia is Muire duit. An feidir liom cabhru leat?"

Harry looked at me. "What is the thing you fancy?"

I pointed at the bracelet. "This."

"Ah," said Harry shortly and turned back to the witch. "Ce mhead e sin?" he asked, pointing at the bracelet.

The witch said something in Irish then the word 'Galleons.' was heard.

Harry looked at me. "80 Galleons."

I gaped at him. "That's too much!"

"I know." said Harry.

The witch said something in Irish.

"The witch says that it's made of real ruby and gold, that's why it is so expensive."

"Oh." I said slowly.

The witch spoke again.

"She says it is supposed to be 100 Galleons."

"So it's on discount now?" I asked.

Harry nodded.

"I can't afford it. I mean, I do have over 80 Galleons in my pocket but I need them for our vacation in Miami." I sighed sadly and stared at the bracelet. "I guess I'll have to give it up...."

"Oh come on, honey, don't be sad....." said Harry and I stared at him with lifeless eyes. It was upsetting to give up something you liked so much.

He turned back to the witch and said something in Irish. The witch shook her head and for the next few minutes, they talked in Irish. I could understand simple Irish but they were talking way too fast and the language was a bit difficult for me to understand.

"Aine, ta se a cuig chun a do." said the vendor anxiously beside the witch.

I understood that sentence, but I'm not wrong, it meant something about the time.

The witch looked impatient, then she said to Harry something in Irish. Harry smiled and said, "Go raibh matih agat."

Then he paid the witch 40 Galleons and she gave him the bracelet! The witch quickly packed her jewellery, took out her wand, waved it and her things were being transfigured into books. She gathered them and ran off with the rest of the vendors. The time for them to leave the ship must have arrived.

"Here you go, Emma." said Harry, presenting the bracelet to me with flourish.

"What did you do?" I asked in awe.

"One word, bargain." said Harry. "I told the witch to sell it to me for 20 Galleons, she refused. So we talked about the price until 40 Galleons."

"So I'm going to pay you back 40 Galleons, right?" I asked.

Harry shook his head. "It's a gift. For you." he smiled at me sweetly. "Now put it on."

"But Daniel...." I started when Harry held up his hand.

"No buts. Here, let me put it on for you." he said and gently, he put the bracelet around my wrist. "Like it?"

I gazed admiringly at the bracelet. It looked so beautiful under the sun. "Love it. Thank you," I leaned forward and whispered, "Harry."

Suddenly, I pulled him towards me and kissed him lovingly on the lips. He kissed me back and we were lost in our own world until the ship's whistle was sounded.

We spent a peaceful day on the ship. The best part happened during dinner. We came for dinner at the D-deck Dining Room and found that there was a huge space in the middle of the room.

"What the...." said Harry.

I looked at the signboard outside the doors of the Dining Room. "Looks like there a band performing tonight."

"To entertain the passengers, I guess." said Harry.

The band played music for the passengers throughout dinner. As we ate, I saw passengers getting up and dancing to the peaceful and elegant music. As the passengers applauded to the end of another song, the leader of the band announced,

"Thank you, Ladies and Gentlemen. The next song we are going to perform is 'And I Love You So'."

"How about a dance, Emma?" asked Harry cheerfully.

Wow, if Harry wanted to dance, that meant he was in a good mood. Not wanting to spoil his mood, I nodded.

Harry smiled, got up and offered me his hand. I got up and took it. Together, we went to the dance floor, holding hands. Harry put his right hand on my waist and pulled me close to him.

The band began to play:

And I love you so
The people ask me how
How I've lived till now
I tell them I don't know

I guess they understand
How lonely life has been
But life began again
The day you took my hand

And yes, I know how lonely life can be
The shadows follow me 'n' the night won't set me free
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me

And you love me, too
Your thoughts are just for me
You set my spirit free
I'm happy that you do

The book of life is brief
And once a page is read
All but life is dead
That is my belief

And yes, I know how lonely life can be
The shadows follow me 'n' the night won't set me free
But I don't let the evening get me down
Now that you're around me

As the song went on, I closed my eyes and sighed. I felt comfortable in Harry's arms, that's where I felt safe. Harry didn't say anything, he just rested his forehead on my head as we waltzed slowly and held my hand tightly.

When the song was over, the passengers applauded and we released each other. Harry smiled at me.

"How about a stroll on the deck?" he asked.

We strolled slowly on the Boat Deck. The night sky was beautiful, I had never seen so much stars in my entire life. I held Harry's hand gently as we walked. The night was perfect, and romantic. I loved it so much that I didn't want it to end.

"Hey, Emma, look, a shooting star!" said Harry, looking up at the starry night. "Better made a wish."

We let go of each other's hands, closed our eyes and made our wishes upon it. Know what I wish, Diary? I wished that I could be with Harry forever and ever. I don't even want death to tear us apart.

"What did you wish for?" asked Harry when I opened my eyes.

"Can't tell. It won't come true if I do." I said, smiling.

Harry smiled back and said, "You know, my colleague told me that shooting stars actually mean someone will die because they clear the path for a soul to get to Heaven."

"Where does your colleague hear it from?" I asked.

"No idea. Where do you think we will go when we died?" asked Harry.

Did Harry hear my wish just now?

"I'm not sure," I said. "Ever heard of Elysium Fields?"

"Where's that?"

"An abode after death of the brave and good in the Underworld." I said. "I read about it somewhere. I heard that the souls of the good will go there and live happily forever."

"Maybe my parents, Sirius and Professor Dumbledore are there." said Harry quietly.

I looked at him and he looked at me seriously. Professor Dumbledore died a year ago of old age. The whole wizarding world was shock and upset about it. I cried in my bedroom for hours when I read about it.

"Oh Daniel." I said quietly and held his hand.

He patted my hand. "I'm okay, just that I still misses them sometime.... do you think I will see them after I die?"

Silence.

"I'm sure that you will. But not yet. I know that they are waiting for you at the other side but you still have a long way to go...."

"No, we have a long way to go." corrected Harry, emphasizing on the word 'we'. "Emma, no, Hermione, if I die earlier than you...."

"Shush." I said, putting my fingers on his lips. "Please don't talk about death."

Harry removed my fingers and grasped my hand. "I have to. Hermione," he whispered. "If I die suddenly, I promise you that I will be waiting for you in the Elysium Fields. Not even death could tear us apart."

Maybe Harry could read my mind, maybe I wished too loudly, or maybe this was a sign that my wish was coming true.

"Right," I said, nodding. "But you don't have to wait so long. Because if you die, I will die as well. Our hearts are linked together."

Smiling, Harry kissed my hand and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back and we stayed in a close embrace for a long time.

I'm serious, Diary. If Harry dies suddenly, I don't want to live as well. He is the reason why I could go on with my life with Viktor. In the past, I lived for Viktor and my parents. But now my parents are dead and Viktor is the world's biggest bastard, if it wasn't for Harry, I would probably be dead.

Harry is the love of my life. I lost him once when I was in Hogwarts, I couldn't lose him again.

Speaking of Harry, he is now threatening to take away my quill and hide it if I don't stop writing and come to bed, so I must go now, good night.

Hermione

"How romantic." said Katie slowly when George was done.

"And sad." said Ginny quietly.

"Maybe they are together now in the Elysium Fields." said Angelina.

Ron was silent. He was staring into space for quite a while.

"Ron? Ron? Are you okay?" asked Lavender in concern.

".....Do you remember that I went to the New Scotland Yard the day after Harry and Hermione died?" asked Ron quietly.

The group nodded.

"The policeman handed me their personal belongings. I, um, found Harry's wristwatch and Hermione's bracelet among them. I guess this entry has explained where these two comes from...."

Silence.

"Oh Merlin. I still can't believe that they are gone." said Ginny, her voice trembling. Finally, she broke down to tears.

Neville put his arms around her. "Ginny, please...."

"Sometimes I try to tell myself that they are just going away for another vacation but....." said Ginny as she cried in her husband's arms. "But I hear the song 'Slipped Away' on the radio yesterday and....."

"You hear it too?" asked Ron.

Ginny sniffled and nodded.

"So did we." said Fred. "At the shop."

"And us. At home." said Oliver and Katie.

"And I." said Lavender and Alicia in unison.

"I heard it too." said Angelina. "I cried as I did."

"That song reminds us that our friends are dead and they are not coming back." said Ron solemnly.

The group sat around in the living room without a word for a long while.

"George," said Ginny finally. "Can I read the next entry?"

"Go ahead." said George quietly and handed Ginny the diary.

Neville released his wife and gave her a piece of tissue. Ginny sniffled, wiped her face clean of tears and took the diary.