Disclaimer: I do not own the characters that belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: I don't really have much to say, so I'll just ask again, just in case no one read 'Coming Back to You'. I'll be starting a new story soon, called Cultural Divide staring Charlie Weasley. My question is this – If Ron is seventeen, how old is Charlie. I'd be incredibly grateful to those who can answer my question.
August 7
Dear Harry,
It's going on one in the morning, but I couldn't sleep anymore. I dreamt of you tonight. It was crazy because it felt so real! For a minute, I thought that everything that happened since your birthday was the dream and that this was real. The only thing that clued me in was the fact that we were in the house that we said we'd built. It was exactly how I had thought it would look; two story, casual, calm coloring but a different color in each room. It was beautiful.
I was standing there in the middle of the living room, black couches with green walls, and that Muggle thing called a 'tellyvision'. Blue and purple streamers, banners, and balloons hung from the room, silver writing on each saying 'Happy Birthday Kat'. I remember scowling around the room because whoever put them up know how much I hated birthday parties and things.
But then you came down the stairs, the biggest smile ever on your face. And at first, I didn't want to believe it was you because this would just be too wonderful, too . . . surreal. I towards you slowly, while you came towards me, closing the distance.
"Hey," you said, grinning.
I threw my arms around your neck. You clung to me while I clung to you, tears falling unyielding from my eyes. And you whispered to me that everything was okay, that you'd always be there, that you'd never leave me.
I leaned back to look you in the face, into your beautiful jade eyes, letting myself fall into your beautiful smile. You kissed me and I felt as if the world fell out from under my feet. You leaned back this time, kissing me on the forehead.
"Happy Birthday, Kat," you said.
Then I woke up, though I really wish I hadn't. Tears were still falling from my eyes. Even now, my lips are still tingling from your kiss. Merlin, even in my sleep you drive me crazy, Harry.
And though I tried to force myself back to sleep, even with one of the sleeping potions Mrs. Weasley supplied for me and Hermione, I can't sleep. I try to concentrate on the sounds of the clock in the hallway and on Hermione's breath coming through the thin walls of our apartment.
But sleep evades me. It's torturous, unbearable. I'm falling apart without you, and I really don't care how pathetic or bad that makes me sound.
And now, I can't even escape my feelings in my sleep.
Please, Harry, I need some help, some advice.
How can I live without you if I can't sleep for thinking of you?
Merlin, what should I do?
Love,
Katrina.