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This story is dedicate to my Grandmother, who passed away on 22-1-2005

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creepysusie: Thank you for your feedback, I will end this story in around less than 10 chapters, I think. No, I'm not following the movie "City of Glass" directly, I mean, the first chapter is taken from the movie but then I started to develop the later chapters in my own way, so now the story is simply about the love affair of Hermione and Harry and their lives before they died.

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Shadow taker of souls: It's okay for a guy to cry sometimes.

Chapter 25: 24th April 2003

Dear Diary,

Sorry that I have not been writing lately but Harry and I was busily selling Harry's house and decorating our new house. We also went to buy some new furniture. We managed to sell Harry's house to an old couple, who offered us 50,000 Galleons! Wow, they must have like the house very much. Now in this entry, I'm going to write what happened in the last few days.

Early in the morning of 19th of April, we went to our new (?) house and opened the front door to the main hall. The house was still dirty, just like the last time we saw it. Not only that, the garden was in a mess as well. Dead leaves were all over the ground.

"Well, Harry, I think the first thing we must do is to clean up the place before painting the walls." I said.

"Okay," said Harry and took out his wand. He waved it and rags, brooms, mops and all sort of household objects appeared in front of me. "You clean up the floor; I will replace the windows..."

"That's it?" I asked.

Harry held up his hand. "I'm not finished, after that, I will clean the walls," he started to count his fingers, "trim the hedges in the garden, remove the weeds, clean up the garden, and polish the main door and..."

"Erm, Harry, you will die doing so much work." I pointed out.

Harry grinned. "No, I won't, I have loads of practice from the Dursleys. Now let's get to work, shall we?" Harry handed me the broom. I smiled at him and took it.

I spent six hours sweeping the dust off the floor, vacuuming and mopping it. When I was done, I went to look for Harry. Then I found him trimming the hedges outside the house. He had took off his shirt and left it lying on the ground. Poor thing, he was sweating and looked so tired. He needed a rest.

"There must be something I could do." I thought. Then I got an idea. I looked at my watch, 2pm. It was time for lunch. Harry could take a rest now...

So I went back into the house and headed straight to the kitchen.

Suddenly I remembered that I didn't pack any lunch.

I rolled my eyes in frustration and stared at the stove, wondering what to do for lunch.

In the end I gave up and waved my hand. Two plates of bacon and egg sandwiches and two tall glasses of pumpkin juices appeared on a tray. Smiling, I lifted the tray and went out of the house to the veranda. Harry was still cutting the hedges. I put the tray down on the white tiled floor then I took out my handkerchief, went beside Harry and pressed his forehead, gently absorbing his sweat with my handkerchief.

Harry stopped cutting, smiled and waited until I finished wiping his sweat.

When I was done, he turned his head at me and asked, "Finished your work?"

I nodded and said, "And you should take a break."

Removing the hedge shears from his hand, I held it and pulled him under the shade of the veranda. We sat down and I handed him a plate of sandwiches.

Taking a piece of sandwich, Harry looked at me in adoration. "I wonder why Krum dislike you, you are so sweet to the man you love."

I frowned. "Don't compare yourself to that bastard, you two are completely different."

"Okay, okay..." said Harry and drank his juice.

"Why don't I help you with the weeds?" I asked, changing the topic.

Swallowing his drink, Harry said, "If you want to."

So I helped Harry with the weeds after lunch. The sun was hot in the afternoon, and its sunlight burned on my neck as I picked the weeds from the ground. I wished the weather would turn cloudy, just for a while. Boy, the work was tough. Wiping my sweat away from my forehead, I continued to work when suddenly a sun hat with an extremely big brim was being placed on my head.

I looked up and Harry was smiling at me. He must have conjured the hat out of nowhere. "I think that will protect you from the sun."

"What about you?" I asked.

Harry continued to smile. "I'm okay." Kneeling down a distance away from me, he started to remove the weeds as well.

I looked at the hat and continued to work. Suddenly, the work didn't seem to be tough anymore.

I helped Harry to clean up the garden and polished the door as well and finally, we could paint the walls. Using the white paint, we started on the front room. As I was painting the lower part of the walls, I heard Harry calling: "Hey Hermione?"

I turned my head. "Wh-ah!"

Harry was holding his wet brush so when I turned my head; he attacked me with his brush. Now I had a long white stroke on my cheek.

"Gotcha!" said Harry and laughed.

"Why you..." I took a small brush and dipped it into the bucket.

"Uh oh." said Harry slowly, he got up and ran off as fast as he could.

"Come back here!" I cried and ran after him.

Harry and I got into a war of painting and when we were done playing, I looked as if I had chicken pox. Harry got the lighting mark on his forehead, which resembled his old scar. Long marks were on his cheeks and chest too.

"A few more feathers and you will look like a Red Indian." I said, grinning.

"Hm," said Harry, looking at his chest and smiling, "maybe."

"Well, we better get back to work." I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"I afraid not." said Harry.

"Why not?" I asked.

Harry showed me his watch. "It's already 7pm. I think we should stop now."

Then he turned serious. "And we better get this job done ina fewdays before the old couple move into our house."

For the next few days, Harry and I didn't fool around anymore. We concentrated on our painting of the walls at the both floors of our future house. By the evening of 22nd of April, we had finished painting the whole house.

Yesterday morning was the big move, Harry and I shrunk our furniture (to save the trouble of carrying them in their original size) and transported them to our new house.

Decorating the front room was not a problem, Harry bought a TV set (yeah!) and he put it on a console, right beside the full-length windows.

Dealing with the garden was a breeze, Harry and I bought this nice, wooden set of chairs and table for the garden. I went up to the second floor and directed Harry where to move the table out of the window.

"Over there, over there!" I said from the window, waving my hand to the left.

Looking up at me, Harry dragged the table to my left.

"Hm, no… take it to the right." I said.

Harry went to the other side of the table and dragged it to my right.

"Nah, I think the position is better…"

Harry put the table back to its last position.

"No… I think it is a bit too far left…" I said slowly.

Harry put his hands on his hips. "Hermione, darling, will you make up your mind?" he asked loudly.

"…Never mind, just leave it there." I said finally.

We spent the whole day putting the furniture into their places and were finally done when night came.

When we went upstairs to the master bedroom for bed (Harry and I bought this brand new king-sized bed, hm-mm…) after a shower, Harry suddenly asked me, "What do you think of the ceiling in the master bedroom, Hermione?"

I looked up. "It's…. too plain." I concluded.

Harry smiled at me. "Why don't you add a bit of magic to it?"

"Like what?" I asked.

Harry shrugged. "It's up to you."

I looked at the ceiling above our bed and thought for a while. Then an idea came into my mind. "I got it!"

Concentrating, I closed my eyes, opened them and waved both of my hands. Immediately, the ceiling turned into midnight blue, with million of stars on it. It looked as if I had cut a piece of the night sky and pasted it to the ceiling.

"Wonderful, it acts like the Great Hall's ceiling." said Harry.

"Not exactly," I said, "this ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky only."

"Well then, let's sleep under the night sky!" said Harry and without warning, he carried me up to his arms.

I didn't say anything but I smiled as he carried me all the way from the door to the side of the bed and put me down gently.

As I lay comfortably on the new, soft bed, I looked at the bedside table and frowned. Something was missing on that table…

Suddenly I got up.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" asked Harry as he got on from the other side of the bed.

I smiled at him sweetly. "Nothing." I got out of the bed, went to my suitcase (we didn't have the time to unpack all of our clothes yet) and unlocked it. I took out a photo frame and a photo of me and Harry.

I framed the picture, went back to the bed and placed the picture carefully on the bedside table. "There."

Harry sat up to see what was I doing, and then when I turned and our eyes met, we smiled at each other.

I got to bed and immediately went into Harry's arms.

This morning, I woke up earlier than Harry. I got out of bed and went downstairs to the veranda.

The glass doors were closed when I arrived. So I pushed them open and stepped out to the veranda. I looked at the quiet garden, listened to the birds chirping somewhere nearby and lifted my head up to the clear blue morning sky.

I stretched lazily and breathed in the morning fresh air. I felt so relaxed and happy. I'm now officially sharing a wonderful new house with Harry Potter, the man that I truly loved.

As I stared at the garden, wondering whether to make it more appealing when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist and Harry leaned forward to kiss me on the neck.

"Good morning." he said softly.

I smiled and replied, "Good morning" as he rested his head on my shoulder.

Sighing happily, I placed my hands on his. This is the life that I want to lead.

Hermione

When Angelina finished the entry, Fred had come back from the kitchen, holding something and sniffling.

"Fred, what's wrong?" asked Angelina in concern.

Swallowing, Fred held up the thing in front of him to show the group.

Silence.

It was the clock that Neville and Ginny gave to Harry and Hermione. The two hands that had their names on were pointing at the word "Dead".

George was biting his lip.

Oliver was still.

Neville sighed sadly.

The ladies were quiet.

Ron looked around the front room sadly. This was the place where Harry and Hermione lived before they died. Then he looked at the veranda through the glass doors. It was raining heavily outside now.

"The weather is as gloomy as my mood." he thought miserably.