Chapter 10: Waves

The sounds of a light stride slightly woke her from her slumber. The room was dark and cool, causing an involuntary shiver to spread throughout her body. A slight rustle of the comforter wrapping her and her husband exposed her skin to the early morning air. The sound of a light breath danced across her face. She gradually opened her eyes to look into a dazzling pair of emerald.

"Mummy?" A little voice reached her eyes.

"What's wrong sweetie?" A little hand reached out for her own, giving a light squeeze.

"Alexander stole my blankie again. He's still sleeping," she said. Hermione patted the soft raven hair of her daughter, as she smiled lovingly.

"And how did you get out of bed?" She whispered. Julia's eyes grew wide. Her mother simply grinned. Her daughter was so beautiful.

"Will you get my blankie back?" She asked. Hermione nodded as Julia pulled her hand harder. Suddenly, the room began to fade away.

"Julia!" She cried out. The emerald eyes of her daughter were the last things she saw.

"Your Highness?" A voice rang out. Hermione nearly hit the ceiling as she jumped with fright. The tennis ball eyes of a house elf looked fearfully at the Queen. She heard Harry groan and roll over into her hip.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Master Godric has asked for the King and Queen's presence. He has asked you to join him in about two hours for your first day of training." Hermione nodded and with a soft thanks, the elf disappeared.

"Why were you tossing so much, Love? And who's Julia?" Harry asked. His voice was muffled, due to the pillow covering his head.

"I had the oddest dream," she recalled. Her eyes drifted to the canopy over hangings, as she fell back onto her pillow.

"How so?" He asked, now out from underneath the pillow.

"Before the elf woke me up, I had a dream our daughter woke me up because her brother stole her blankie."

"And her name was Julia?" Harry asked confused.

"Yes, and our son was Alexander. They must have been twins if they shared a room. Hmm."

"What'd she look like?" She peered over to her husband, who was now raised on an elbow. His eyes held an abundance of curiosity.

"Exactly like you, except much prettier." Harry made a face of indignation. "She had your emerald eyes, long black hair, and a dusting of freckles on her nose. I didn't get to see what Alexander might have looked like." Harry smiled affectionately, before pulling her close to his naked body.

"I always like the name Julia," he murmured.

"Me too. It always reminded me of Juliet from the play. When I played dolls, it was always Julia. I never used Juliet because I didn't want my doll to commit suicide, when I slept." Harry chuckled and squeezed her arm.

"What if it wasn't a dream? Maybe like…a presage?"

"If it was, I'm sure it'll be the beginning of many." she replied. She kissed him softly before resting her head against his chest. She never felt safer.

"How come I wasn't able to see it?" She shrugged.

"You were there though. You were probably so tired you didn't wake up in the dream."

"That makes some sense. It's not my fault though. I was overworked," he teased affectionately. Merlin, she loved his laugh. "Will you tell me if you have anymore?"

"Of course," she automatically replied. "They can be a sparkle of hope perhaps." Harry simply nodded and kissed her cheek.

"I don't want to start training." She couldn't agree more. "Weren't we supposed to get our powers unlocked last night?"

"I thought so. Maybe they decided to just leave us alone?"

"They probably heard our cries of passion and decided to run away." Hermione playfully slapped his arm in a mock pout.

"If it's so terrible, we must stop immediately. Heaven forbid we're needed! I can just see it now: world ends because King and Queen were shagging like rabbits. We could never-" She was cut off by the King's prod in her side. "Hey!"

"Hay is for horses!" Harry replied childishly. "If the world wants to be safe and happy before hand; they will let me have my wife all to myself. Too bad."

"How long do we have?" Harry asked hopefully. Her eyes narrowed.

"Not long enough. Go take a shower," she ordered. Her husband simply sighed and with a light kiss on her lips, he walked his naked self into the bathroom. Hermione spread out in bed and began to do what she did best…think. What if her dream was a look into the future? She looked down her side to see her phoenix. What did this mean? What could it do to serve as some form of gift? She heaved a great sigh. Hermione knew that this happiness and constant passion she shared with her new love wouldn't be able to carry on this way. They had work to do in order to defeat Voldemort. The Wizarding world was simply falling apart too.

This would take more effort than a potions exam. That itself was saying something major.

She heard the water shut off in the adjoining room. After a bit of an inner battle, she decided to go take a shower while he was in there.

"I can't even resist him and it's only our third day of marriage," she muttered.

When she opened the door, she was hit with the steam from the hot shower. Harry smiled at her from under his wet locks, while he dried himself off. Hermione tried to nonchalantly move throughout the room without causing a stir within the other occupant. She turned the water on with a soft loop of her finger.

The soft touch of soft lips upon her shoulder nearly made her swoon. The lips moved up towards her ear, where they stayed. A gentle breath swept across her face. "I love you." He whispered. She turned to look into his eyes. They blazed with affection and pure adoration, as if they were in the middle of their lovemaking.

"I love you too," she exhaled. He smiled joyfully and left her to shower.

Hermione was anything but focused throughout her shower. Her thoughts drifted back to the wonderful man, whom she was so infatuated with and lucky to have been married to. It finally hit her, and hard. She was in love. In love. For the first and last time ever in her life.

The Queen shut the water in a bit of a daze. She dried off and slipped on her bra and panties. Her reflection in the mirror resembled that of a blissful teen. She was a teen. She felt like a woman. As she put her hair into a neat French braid, she stared into her chocolate eyes. A knock on the door disrupted her thoughts.

The man of her thoughts walked in with a look of concern on his face. "Are you ok? I felt a tidal wave," he said, running a hand through his hair. She simply nodded and turned towards him.

"How long before we leave?" She asked as she bent to pick up her towel. She stood and found him staring intently at her. "Harry?" She felt a wave of desire hit her. His finger moved in a slight slash and she felt her hair come undone. He walked into the room and grabbed her by the waist.

"I'm sorry, I just can't help it," he breathed. "You are so beautiful." He crashed his lips onto hers. The shower turned on, as he moved the pair in. He held onto her for dear life as he caressed every inch of her body. She felt on fire. The light from their passion and the drops from the shower caused tiny rainbows. Harry tore off her clothes easily before joining them as one.

"I love you so much," she whimpered into his cheek. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he pushed her up against the wall. Their emotions collided in a wild frenzy and soon a release came. His eyes were closed, as he muttered a contraceptive. Hermione held his cheek affectionately, and his eyes soon opened.

"Thank you," he whispered guiltily.

"No thanks needed. I don't mind really," she winked. He smiled and hugged her tight. Hermione dried them both off with a simple charm and re-braided her hair. They dressed once more in silence, each simply content with the other. Hermione threw on a pair of comfortable shorts and a tank. She was sure today would be quite the strenuous day.

"Ready Love?" She asked.

"As ready as can be." He grabbed her hand and led them towards Godric.

The castle was peaceful as always. The phoenixes sang their beautiful morning song nearby, causing a dance to fill her heart. It seemed like such a fairy tale.

"Over here!" A familiar voice cried. They saw Godric waiting outside a wooden door to the far right.

"Good morning," Hermione greeted pleasantly. Godric smiled and greeted them in return.

"Today I will unlock your powers and begin your first day of training. Are you both ready?" The couple nodded and followed the founder into the room. There was a large pool of water at the center. Four large windows were aligned perfectly along the walls. They awkwardly waited for Godric to close the door.

"If you would both sit opposite each other on the edge of the pool?" He pointed. Hermione sat opposite Harry, taking in his beautiful encouraging smile. "All right. What you are going to do first is to release your full magical energy. By doing so, you will have to find your magical core. It is deep within your soul. You must relax your bodies and minds. Now close your eyes."

Hermione felt her eyes close shut. The soft ripples of the pool in front of her calmed her. The phoenixes' song rushed through her veins. She vaguely heard Godric sit between them.

"Your magical core," he began very softly, "will be found in a memory. Since you are pure and light, it will be found in your best memory. Those who are tainted with evil use their magical core through their worst memory, which usually triggers such hateful thoughts."

Hermione immediately thought of all the memories she shared with Harry. The troll flashed through her mind first. The time they started to fall in love. Finding the answer to the basilisk, saving Sirius…they all passed by. The awful terror she felt constantly throughout the tournament…telling Viktor she couldn't visit him because she had more urgent priorities. Harry's worried expression looking down on hers right after the curse struck her chest. Her soul felt waves of warmth with each passing memory.

The vision of hugging Harry tightly after the attack began the most recent events. As each image got brighter, Hermione felt more and more powerful. She finally reached the one memory that would make her life worth while…their wedding.

Hermione felt herself walk toward the shoreline. The water's reflection was nearly blinding to her inner eye. She looked up into the emerald eyes of her amour. He bent down to kiss her lips. Before they met, he whispered softly so no one could here.

"This is the one my Love."

"In the name of the elements, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

The moment their lips touched it was like a volcano erupted. A current of bright light filled her eyes. Two large fireballs of energy appeared. One was the distinct color red, while the other was an unsurprising gold. The two were enormous, as they rotated towards the other. Finally, they merged. A shockwave went throughout her mind's realm. She looked to Harry, who smiled broadly. They walked towards it without a fear in the world. She couldn't stop herself and before she knew it; she walked directly into it with her husband.

It felt surprisingly cool as it filled every fiber of their beings. Harry kissed her once more, causing the core to burst uncontrollably. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Hermione felt her body rise above. Harry's hand remained clasped in hers. Suddenly, her mind was shaken.

Her warm head rested against the cool floor around the pool. Harry's body was sprawled out right beside her. His eyes became focused with confusion. Godric was sitting directly across from them smirking uncontrollably.

"It appears to have work more than wonderful. Congratulations," he greeted simply. Harry helped her sit up. "How do you both feel?"

Hermione looked around. She didn't feel half bad. Her mind was just a bit confused. That was all. "Pretty good," she commented off handedly. Harry nodded in agreement.

"Excellent," the eldest Gryffindor said. "The first element you will learn to master today is air. Air contains all gases. By definition, gases have no definite volume or shape. The atoms are spread farther, and reactions are easier to create. The atoms of the air are easier to heat and freeze. Since you are both a bit tired and your bodies are not to used to how much power your now expanded and released magical core holds, this is the first element to master. It will come so natural; you won't even know how you did it. Understand?" The duo nodded.

"So we'll be able to change the air to whatever we want just by thinking it?" Godric nodded thoughtfully.

"Your magical capabilities have increased drastically. I will give you each books to read within a half hour. The information will automatically be absorbed into your minds. All I will have to show you are the certain movements for each degree of activity." Godric conjured two identical tomes and handed them to each teen.

"Enjoy. I'll be back in a half hour. You'll be more than done." With a quiet whish, Godric disappeared.

"That was interesting," Harry murmured to himself.

"We shared the same memory?" He nodded with a grin.

"Maybe instead of reading…" She was sure the look on her face wasn't a pretty one. "Just kidding Love. Studies first. Quidditch, or in this case grabbing a feel, is second." She rolled her eyes and opened the tome. Her mind felt an eager need to read. She turned the pages as the words ran through her eyes. She couldn't believe the amount of information she was actually taking in and understanding. Multiple "light bulbs" went off in her head, as she rapidly turned the pages.

Her focus was so intent; she didn't even hear the obscenities uttered by her husband. The minutes flew by, and within twenty minutes she was done. A two thousand-page book was read in twenty minutes. It was simple incredible. Her brain was moving at a constant pace until it finally stopped. She felt like everything made sense now. Harry closed the tomb and back away from it quickly.

"I so love reading," he sarcastically muttered. They sat silently, each processing the data. Godric entered, looking quite content with himself. He simply smiled and motioned for them to both rise. Hermione finally stood first, preparing to test out her new knowledge.

"Now that you both know ancient ruins," he began, "the movements are quite simple. You know the symbol for air is this," he motioned his finger in what looked like a horizontal squiggle. "You simply have to think of what type of reaction you want in your head. For example, say you want to shoot out a gust of ice wind. You just have to think of the air and the reaction's corresponding symbol. With the quick thought, you thrust your hand in a certain direction and," he thought so quickly a freezing air washed over the pond. It froze as if it were hard as an iceberg. "Voila. The same thing applies for every other reaction to the air. You want a gust of fiery air? Think and thrust." His hand flung out in the direction of the pond and all of the water immediately evaporated, leaving an empty basin.

"Nice," Harry replied. Godric nodded and began to fill the basin up with fresh water. "The degree of temperature can be controlled. You'll get the hang of it. Any other reactions such as combustion are done in the same fashion. Hell, all the elements and wandless magic are done that way. It's the thought that counts."

The next five hours were strenuous, to say the least. Hermione nearly burnt the castle down, while Harry nearly froze the whole room. They were pushed to their limits as they soon developed a very good relationship with the air of any realm. Once satisfactory, Godric let them leave.

The couple leaned against each other as they headed to their room. Harry opened the door with what was left of his magic, and they helped each other undress. Hermione felt their muscles ache through their link. There was no energy left for any type of lovemaking, so they simply took a peaceful shower.

"My brain hurts," Harry complained lightly. He was dunking her head under the shower before pouring some shampoo into his palm. His fingers felt like heaven on her scalp. He sighed contently. She wrapped her arms around his waist, where the infamous cut lines lied. God he was so beautiful. "Be good," whispered knowingly. "I have no energy to ravish you, so it's a very dead end." She pouted and simply kissed his chest lovingly. "That'll do," he said smiling.

She closed her eyes as the warm water poured over her thick curls. "I don't think I'll be able to reach," she said sadly. He shrugged and washed his own hair. She felt his relief and relaxation flow through her body. "I wonder what we'll do tomorrow," she thought aloud. She brought the bar of soap against his collarbone before he rinsed. He shrugged and doused himself with more water. After cleaning the others sore body, the two got out.

"I'm dead," Hermione groaned as she brushed her teeth. She heard a stifled affirmative come from beside her. "Bed?" He nodded and grabbed her hand before leading them into the bed.

Hermione nearly passed out once her head hit the pillow. The cool satin of her shorts and tank top relieved some of the stress. Harry slowly brought his arms around her waist. She turned and kissed him tenderly.

"I love you," he whispered drowsily.

"And I love you. Sleep well."

The two dozed off in a cocoon of love. The phoenixes settled as well as the rest of the royal family. Soon morning would come, and the process would be done all over again.

Thanks for hanging around. Updates will be slow because I have summer league softball, volleyball, work, and summer work for every subject instead of math. Yes, it shall be quite the summer.

Hope everyone is having a good summer so far. Stay safe.

Aurora Marie