This one is longer, I promise
if I could hold on
through the tears and laughter...
I opened my eyes and I was lying on the floor. Dumbledore was hovering just above me, a look of concern on his features.
I sat up rubbing my eyes. "Voldemort is blind. He couldn't see Harry." I said finally standing up. "He was firing hexes at me, but he missed."
"Harry is awake then?" Dumbledore asked.
I told them what I saw in that castle. Dumbledore sat and considered this for a few moments. "So which way do we go now?" Ron asked,
"I don't know?" I answered drawing my knees close to myself.
"Perhaps, Mrs. Potter, you should look internally again. Do what you had done on the broom stick maybe we will get what we are seeking." Dumbledore said.
I nodded and put my head down on my knees. I began to think about my husband. I smiled as I remembered the first time I met him. He was so adorable sitting there in the compartment with his ruined spectacles.
"Oculus repairo!" I'd said performing my first bit of magic there in front of him. I had certainly impressed him then.
"Thanks," He said with his crooked grin
I wonder what he thought of me at that point. I was such a prat. Who am I kidding, I still am. Though he never let me feel as such. He had always been kind to me even when he wasn't my friend.
Then I realized that I fancied him way before I even began to fancy Ron. He just seemed so unreachable. Completely off limits. I remember that summer before our second hear. When I hadn't heard from him all summer, and suddenly seeing him in Diagon Alley. I could have kissed him then. I wanted to, but instead I took the time to repair his spectacles again.
"I need to remember that one," He said to me.
He met mum and dad for the first time that day, and even they liked him. Having almost lost him every year really made me hang on to him more. I could never really bring myself to disassociate with him, no matter how angry he made me.
That thought brought my mind to our first kiss. It was traumatic and beautiful at the same time. I remember us going to Godric's Hollow, I guess that would be our home now. I smiled again at this thought. He had collapsed to tears there in his parents room.
Harry and I sat there for what seemed like hours. I held him and rocked him until his sobs stopped. There was a point where I thought he had fallen asleep, and I looked around the room nervously wondering what to do with him. "I'm sorry." Harry's voice came from my chest, his breath tickling me and eliciting a physical response I hadn't anticipated. Then he straightened, sitting cross-legged against the wall.
"That's what friends are for." I said reaching out to touch his scar softly tracing the lightning bolt there. I wanted him to feel better, wanted him to feel at home there in his home.
Apparently his home was glad to have him back, but the memories it carried were too much for him to bear. I ran fingers to through his hair and pressed my lips against his forehead. I had never done that before, he looked up and our eyes met. The pain, so evident in his green eyes, hurt me so deeply. I would have done anything to make it all go away. So then I kissed him.
Just as I felt the guilty pleasure of that moment I fell into my next vision. I was running down a dark corridor. "You can run Potter, but you cannot hide!" I heard Voldemort's voice calling behind me.
I Ran as fast as I could and turned right down another corridor. I could hear footsteps behind. I turned to look behind me and I saw Ron running behind me through a thicket. When I turned back around, There was Dumbledore on his broomstick we were running towards a town and suddenly I knew where I was going and apparently so did Dumbledore.