Harry stepped out of the tent finally feeling as though she could relax. It had been a rough couple of weeks. Between running to Haven and then escaping the dragon to finally healing a bunch of people. It didn't feel like she would ever have time to get some real rest. She had been taking cat naps in the healers tent when she could.

Harry breathed in the night air. So cold, but free of any of the pollution she was used to.

She walked back to her tent, hearing the soft rumblings of the animals and people talking in the back ground.

She needed some real sleep. As in her lovely soft pillow top with down comforter bed with all the lovely soft pillows. Oh that would be heaven indeed. But first a nice long soak in her overly large tub.

"I don't suppose I could share your tent again?" Dorian asked, looking excited.

"You just want to use my bathroom again." I teased him knowing from our week on the run just how vain the man was. The one time we had actually been able to use my tent had left him awestruck.

The wizarding world had so many wonders but, the things they could do with tents and trunks still blew Harry's mind sometimes. She literally had her home in her bag. That was her favorite trunk, the one she would set up whenever they finally landed somewhere permanent. For now she would make do with her apartment tent.

They entered the tent, Harry heading for her bedroom and Dorian for the bedroom he had claimed as his.

Harry's room had a large bed with a deep purple comforter and bed hangings. Along one wall was her bookshelves for when she wanted to read in bed or by the fire. She had a desk and chair in the corner, and two chairs in front of the fireplace. Rugs adorned the floor, giving the space a homey feel.

The wood of the furniture was a rich mahogany while the leather of the upholstery was pitch black.

Over all the room had a masculine feel, with small touches of color to soften the effect. It suited Harry, having been geared for so long to be more of a warrior than a tea room lady.

Harry went into her private bath, that was done in cream and blacks. She started filling the tub with hot water adding her favorite bubble bath.

Harry pulled out her hair clips letting her waist length midnight tresses fall out of the bun. She had found that the only way to tame the mass was to grow it out and let the weight of it straighten it out. She looked into the mirror seeing as she did the same girl of seventeen that she always did. Pale face with bright green eyes. Thank Merlin she had been able to get her eyes fixed so she no longer had to wear glasses. She moved her bangs out of the way and there it was, her scar the bane of her life. The one that had set her apart from everyone else. She only hoped that the herald would have a better chance of a normal life than her. He still had a chance of finding a solution to his problem.

Harry soaked until the water started to cool then got into the shower to rinse off and wash her hair. After finally drying and brushing her hair, she slipped into her nice warm bed. Oh, yes warning charms were the best.

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Harry found herself standing on a hill looking down at what appeared to be Haven, watching as the dragon flew around wreaking havoc.

She turned, standing next to her was Death as she had expected.

"Was this why I was brought here?" she asked.

"The simple answer would be yes, but seeing as I was not the one to request your presence here, then no." Death replied looking at the dragon with loathing.

"If not you, then who would need me to be here?"

"That is a bit harder to explain, there are deities for every dimension after all but seeing as I touch all worlds as my mistress so do you. So they asked if I would allow you to come here. I said yes and they did the rest. They did say that since you would be doing them a favor they would give you a priceless gift so I don't think you will mind to much. I of course get the one that would cheat death. So we both win."

"What kind of gift are we talking about?"

"You will know it when it comes I hope it brings you some peace."

"Why would they need me? Couldn't they use someone from this world?"

"Even they are bound by laws. I created my Hallows in a time when the gods walked the earth so they don't fall under the same laws. The fact that no one wants to do the actual paperwork to pull a mortal champion is beside the point. So, seeing as I have one makes me quite popular with the rest." He said this with humor lacing his words.

"Ah, you are being hunted." Death seemed delighted by this.

"Who is hunting me?"

"One who hunts obviously."

"Still an asshole, I see."

"He had been waiting for you to sleep for some time now. You should show him something interesting."

"And how would I do that?"

"We are in what these people call the fade. You are able to shape this place much like you would your dreamscape. Before I go here." He touched her forehead with a boney fingertip. Harry felt a sharp pain before it was gone.

"What was that for?"

"Well I can't have my mistress unable to understand the languages of this world, now can I?" With that he disappeared in a flash of fire. Harry scowled at the space next to her. Damn specter always getting her into trouble. So she had a hunter after her did she?

Perhaps she would give him a hell of a view of a truly epic battle. She chuckled, at the time she would never have been able to laugh away this sight. Now she was able to view it without the heartache. The Battle of Hogwarts.

She found herself standing on a hill overlooking the magnificent castle. She could see both sides preparing for the last stand. She felt him before she saw him, Solas. She turned back towards the castle to watch as the wards were starting to patch themselves together over the castle. He stepped up next to her watching just as silently as she. They watched in silence as the battle raged. They listened as Riddle called her out. She changed the dream to the grove where she confronted Riddle. He tensed up a little as he watched her other self step out. He grabbed her hand as the spell hit her. They watched together as Riddle led his group up to the castle. She could tell he had questions, but he just watched on as this Harry was carried back by Hagrid. He let out a small snort as Riddle went into his little monologue. She didn't think he even noticed when this Harry disappeared to busy watching all the other fighting.

Finally when this Harry threw off her cloak so she could confront Riddle did he turn to look at her a question in his eyes.

With a small smirk she woke herself up.