Morning had come. Alex's eye twitched when the light pierced her eyes. Judging from her uncomfortable position she was not on her bed. The brunette sighed as she tried to wiggle around wherever she was, but quickly found out she was not able to do so.

Two arms kept her steady and still as they were wrapped around her waist. Alex shook her head and proceeded to try to wiggle her legs. But again, another pair of legs were tangled within hers. They wrapped around her legs, shackling her own limbs.

Only her arms were free. Alex used her arms to shake the arms that were around her waist.

They only pulled her in and a nose poked into the nape of her neck.

"Keep still," Harry grumbled as he hugged her tighter.

"Oh yeah, and allow you to snap my ribcage," Alex snapped back, "Get off. You're going to crush me. I accept it, you probably work out at the gym every day after Hogwarts."

"Oh sorry," Harry rolled his eyes as he untangled his arms from around Alex as he got up, "If I remember correctly, you were the one hugging the life out of me last night."

Alex shook her head as she folded the blanket on her sofa, "I thought we established you're stronger than me, Potter. Unless you have become weaker."

"In your dreams," Harry laughed.

The brunette shot him a smirk before walking off to her kitchen and taking out a box of Lucky Charms and milk. Harry followed her, intent on knowing what kind of fancy feast she would whip out from the tip of her wand.

"Oh? Nothing too grand?" Harry teased.

"Well this is a typical breakfast we Americans eat," Alex said, "It is called milk and cereal."

"I am well aware. But why didn't you use your wand?" Harry asked.

"Because," Alex paused dramatically, "I am trying to pretend that I am normal."

"I am the only person in this apartment other than you and I know your secret. We're not normal," Harry said.

"I wasn't trying to get validation from you or anyone else," Alex shook her head, "I was trying to convince myself."

-x-

"So what have you been up to?" Harry asked.

"I won the family wizard competition, Justin is the headmaster of WizTech and Max lost his powers," Alex shrugged, "He inherited the family sub shop so he is happy."

"You sure he doesn't miss his powers?" Harry asked, worried.

"Sometimes he jokes about being jealous of not having that instantaneous magic," she admitted, "But he loves the sub shop and attempts to rub it in my face. I don't think it works for Justin because he is busy all the time with WizTech and his wife, Juliet."

"And what about you?" Harry asked.

"Well, I went to NYU just because Harper is not a wizard and like all other humans, they go to university," Alex shrugged, "Got a useless degree and now I do art whenever I am bored."

"You could've made a perfect Auror," Harry whispered.

"Well, it's too late for that isn't it? Besides, I came back to America because I felt like if I stayed in Europe, I would be reminded of you," Alex said.

"How is Mason supposed to be any different?" Harry asked, "Was his accent supposed to be similar to mine?"

"No, it wasn't intentional, it just happened. I thought I would give him a go because you were always out of my league," Alex said quietly.

"That's funny, because I thought you were too wonderful for me. That's why I gave up and settled on Ginny," Harry said.

It was now Alex's turn to be shocked. She turned around and faced him, disbelief written across her facial features.

"You what?" Alex asked.

"Oh come on, you never saw? Those smiles which were brighter only because you caused them, those touches that lingered on your arms, never wanting to let you go. Whenever another guy tried to make a move on you, Hermione and Ron had to hold me back every time," Harry said.

"Oh and why is that?" Alex asked.

"Because if they didn't restrain me, I would have beaten those guys up," Harry shook his head, "I was a possessive, love-stricken mess. I wanted to tell you how much I love you but thought you would be bothered by it so I never did. Kept up that happy façade you so remember and that was that."

The two were silent for a couple of minutes when Harry noticed the increase in activity in the crowd. He decided to use it to his advantage to change the subject.

"Something happening here?" Harry asked.

"Well there is going to be a craft fair," Alex asked.

"A what-what?" Harry asked, not understanding what she said.

"An craft fair… don't tell me you never been to one," Alex said incredulously.

"Well, never ventured too deep," Harry admitted sheepishly.

Alex rolled her eyes and said, "It's not a bad thing. A craft fair is where artists and artisans sell handmade objects crafted by hand. They can be paintings, sculpture, jewelry, clothing, household items, even tiny trinkets. They are awfully expensive though. I just like to look."

"That's nice. Could we look around?" Harry asked.

"Ok! I do have a bad feeling though," Alex trailed off.

"Why, what happened?" Harry asked, confused.

"Nothing, I just have a slight idea on what could happen," Alex said slowly, looking around for something… or someone.

"We don't have to stick around if it will make you feel uncomfortable," Harry said cautiously.

Alex looked at Harry as if he grew another head and slapped his shoulder, exclaiming, "Are you crazy? I am not leaving when you have never seen a craft fair before! And you better start listing all the things you have never tried or done before. We have a bucket list to accomplish!"

"Well… I have always wondered what cotton candy taste like…"

"Oh, they are magical! One second they are a fluff ball but when you place them in your mouth, they dissolve instantaneously into a trail of flavored sugar!" Alex chattered, "We need to make sure you try it! At least before you leave!"

"Yeah I was wondering…" Harry trailed off uncertain.

"Wondering what, Harry?" Alex grinned.

"Would you move with me?" He asked.

"I have family here…" Alex trailed off, uncertain.

"I understand… I bought a house and I knew how you always wanted a house in London," Harry trailed off.

"When did you buy it?" Alex asked, stunned.

"Last year," Harry admitted.

"And why must I ask?" Alex asked; she was stupid for asking, every human needs a roof over their head! But for some reason she had a desire to know why.

"Because it was your dream," Harry whispered, stroking Alex's face with his hand, "And I would do anything for them."

Alex smiled and suddenly felt the weight of importance of her decision in this matter. But such a serious dilemma needed lots of thinking and reasoning. What would her parents say? What about Justin? Max? Harper?

"I'll think about it," Alex said honestly, "But let's not let the mood get down. Let's enjoy the fair, okay? That's what we came for."

The brunette didn't give any room for argument as she looped her arm with Harry's arm and pulled him among the crowd with her.

-x-

The two were enjoying themselves when they came upon a painting vendor. Alex peered at his paintings when the painter turned around.

"Do you like any of them?" Harry asked.

"I was curious, that's all…" Alex's voice trailed off when she saw two patterns very familiar with a certain person who she knew all too well from her past.

Dogs and America.

And the only person she knew who had such a passion like that was the same person who went under a fake alias of Craig: Mason.

"Mason?" Alex asked quietly, but it was loud for the artist to hear.

At the name, the person whipped around; his smile contorted into a frown when he saw his ex-girlfriend and into a sneer of disgust when he saw Harry Potter standing next to him.

"I see I was a substitute for the real thing," Mason snapped as he adjusted his artworks.

"I never had a type for mutts," Alex rolled her eyes.

"I am a purebred, get it right," Mason growled.

"You sound like Draco Malfoy," Harry said irritated.

"I married a mutt, unlike his salty ass," Mason bit back.

"Draco may not be the kindest person around, but I doubt he would hurt someone like you have," Alex defended, "At least he's not a cheater like you are."

"Well it shouldn't hurt you that much, right? You always had feelings for Harry, it shouldn't be that hard for you to get over our fling," Mason shrugged.

"Fling?" Alex repeated the one word in disbelief.

"I assumed you knew, that I dated you out of pity," Mason said, "You were so heartbroken despite what you said, so willing to have any guy as your boyfriend. I thought I could play along but then it got boring."

The words stung at Alex, and although she knew that he would never compare to Harry, she did feel something for him; she did have feelings for him.

"It wasn't a mistake, you know. Even if it was a game to you, it meant something to me. While you're no Harry, you did and always will have a spot in my heart. And now it stings that I have no place in yours; it hurts to know all I was to you was a play doll," Alex sadly said and quietly walked off, not wanting to hear anything rude he had to say.

Harry watched after her for a couple of moments and decided to let her cool off. He would be able to track her through the Marauder's map. But Alex would need personal space first. However, he had to deal with the pest which was Mason.

"Aren't you going to go run after your petty little girlfriend? Oh wait, you're a cheater, to be expected," Mason snorted, "Just like all of you dirty wizards."

"Ginny and I broke up, because it stung me to string her along. Funny because it never bit your conscience that playing with a woman's emotions is a cruel thing to do," Harry snapped and slapped Mason hard across the face.

"Ow what was that for?!" Mason yelled.

Harry's blue eyes narrowed as he inched in dangerously, "Don't play dumb with me; you're his son. And I know you were dangerous from the start. I don't know why she spent her time on you. Just try not to cheat on your wife from now on, okay? Actually, I would feel worried about her; anyone would cheat on you, you're too disgusting to be a loyal husband."

"She's my mate," growled Mason.

"Doesn't change your hypocrite nature," Harry shrugged, "Have fun selling your ugly paintings of dogs."

And with that, he walked in a corner, pulled out his map, whispered the words, and tracked Alex down.

But as he was walking towards Alex's location (she was sitting in a bench because her dot wasn't moving), he noticed a vendor selling trinkets unlike any that he had ever seen.

"Would you like to buy a dreamcatcher, my son?" The elderly lady smiled.

"A dreamcatcher? What's that?" Harry asked, curiously.

"Well, these trinkets of course!" The lady laughed, "They are supposed to catch your bad dreams."

"Oh?"

"Yes. You hang them over your bed, and when you go to sleep, you will never have any bad dreams because the dreamcatcher will catch them like how a spider traps an insect in a web," the lady smiled.

"I see, does it work?" Harry asked.

"It seems to. Depends on how much you believe in it," the lady smiled, "And how much faith will define how well it works."

Harry nodded and looked at the assortment of sizes and colors. He chose a large brown dreamcatcher with colorful beads and feathers at each end of a leather strip.

"I'll take that one," Harry pointed at the one he wished to purchase.

"Perfect," the lady smiled and packaged up the trinket and Harry handed him the money, allowing her to keep the change.

Harry slid the package into his satchel; he decided to give it to Alex that evening.

-x-

"Hey are you going to Harper's wedding?" Alex asked, waving a wedding invitation in Harry's face.

"That depends. You're going, right?" Harry asked.

"Of course, she's my best friend," Alex nodded.

"Then I'll come with you," Harry instantaneously said.

Alex smiled and crawled into her bed this time, patting the space next to her for Harry to crawl into. But before he did, he took the package out of his satchel and gave it to Alex.

"What is it?" Alex asked.

"In case if you don't want to move with me or with times you need me. It's a dreamcatcher. It's supposed to catch all your bad dreams allowing your sleep to be dreamless or filled with good dreams," Harry said, "I bought it because you said you were being plagued with nightmares about Mason."

Alex nodded and opened the package. She took out the dream catcher and opened a package of tape-on hooks.

Pulling a hook out, she peeled off the seal and stuck the hook on the wall above the headboard. She then hung the dreamcatcher off of it.

"Harry I never told you this but you're my dreamcatcher. And if you went to England without me, I don't know how I will survive here," Alex whispered.

"But what about your family and Harper?" Harry asked.

"I will explain it to them somehow, but Harry I can't lose you again," Alex said.

The boy smiled and tightly wrapped his arms around the brunette and slowly leaned down on the pillow, dragging her too with him.

"Does that mean you'll be my girlfriend? Please?" He asked.

"Of course," Alex whispered, tears pooling in her eyes; she had been waiting for that moment for more than 10 years.

"Thank lord," Harry whispered as he leaned in for a kiss, "This is the best day of my life."

"And mine too," Alex laughed through her tears.

TBC