In the morning, Hermione has to leave with Harry and Ron to find Horcruxes. But right now, she can spend this one moment with Fred, hoping not to think of what is yet to come.
House: Ravenclaw , Category: Drabble , Prompt: Tomorrow , WC: 341
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Today, I'm allowed to wade curiously into the dying sunlight. It illuminates our fingers, our arms, our shoulders. We are glowing gold in these diminishing fingers of light. He stays with me, trailing behind the dust mites that find solitude from the shadows of his room in the burrow. We revel in this moment, escaping for short periods of time from the others and the darkness outside. We stand, watching the glow just above the horizon from his window.
His red hair ablaze with shimmering, shifting yellow hues, talking to me about the days to come. Even though we both know that these are days which may never come. Days in which we can all live in the light together, free from the wrappings of our secret and the purge of Voldemort.
He promises these days as if they are his to give, and as if they are mine for the taking.
He speaks of tomorrow as if it is a gift to be given.
But it has two meanings really, doesn't it? One being literal: the coming of the next day. The other being more metaphorical. Tomorrow can be a symbol of things that are to come, and mostly of better times resting tantalising on the horizon of the present - like a sunrise about to bust above the surface.
I think I am oscillating between those two meanings. But actually, tomorrow does not bring something good. We, the Golden Trio, are adventuring into the beyond to find the dark pieces of Voldemort's unsteady soul. And yet, I am being spoken to about the good of tomorrow.
Outside, it's surely already on its way.
It doesn't mean we can't speak of tomorrow.
I would just rather spend these moments in the sunset with him, crowded in with the old packing boxes for the shop, and my books halfway into the beaded bag. I would rather live today, this moment, forever, in exchange for the day after this.
And yet, tomorrow is always on its way.
