A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

this is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #1 -Paleontology Task #9 - Megalosaurus Fossil: The Megalosaurus may have been the first dinosaur to be described in scientific literature. There was some confusion during its discovery, in which it was incorrectly assumed to be that of a large animal such as a Roman war elephant, or a giant human such as those mentioned in the bible. - Write about not knowing whether someone is alive or dead.

Writing Club January

Assorted Appreciation: 25 - Shooting Stars - Lyric (use for inspiration as you like): Can we pretend that airplanes/In the night sky/Are like shooting stars/I could really use a wish right now. - Alt - Write about someone seeing a shooting star in the sky.

Disney Challenge: themes - 2. Persistence: Write about somebody being persistent about something.

Amber's Attic: 8- Freya: Write about someone who is fiercely devoted to their partner(s) (Bonus)

Word Count: 401

Hermione stared out the window. The night sky was dark, but there was a speckling of stars against the navy emptiness. Her caramel eyes scanned the sky desperately. She was looking for anything, even the slightest sign that he was still alive. She knew a flare would be too dangerous, but maybe, just maybe something that looked like a shooting star could pass undetected. Instead, all she saw was the glittering stars, each a little sparkle of destroyed hope. None of them were anything special, none of them were the sign she'd been promised.

"You promised," she muttered. "You promised." Part of her knew there was a chance he wasn't able to send a sign, that the deep cover mission he'd been sent on was so dangerous, so deep that there was no way he could keep the promise he'd made the day he'd left.

Slowly she turned away from the window. It had been nearly a month. A month with no communication, even Dumbledore hadn't heard anything. She knew Severus could take care of himself, that was part of what made him such a wonderful spy, but still, he had promised he'd let her know he was alive! Maybe... what if... no, she couldn't allow herself to think that. There was no room for that kind of thinking. Surely if he hadn't survived, someone would have heard something, right? Maybe no news was good news? She gave the sky one last frantic look before exhaustion started to take over.

Tears started to fall from her eyes. They trailed down her cheeks, down her neck leaving her skin damp and sticky. This would be the third night this week she'd cried herself to sleep. That only meant it was Wednesday. She knew she needed to be strong, needed to be positive, but it was becoming harder and harder the longer she went without knowing anything.

Hermione's eyes fell on her nightstand. There was single bottle of sleeping potion. It had been left by Severus before he'd disappeared. It only reminded her how much she missed him. She refused to take the sleeping potion, even a calming draught, in fear she would miss his message. She slid into her nightdress and crawled into bed trying to ignore the fact his side was still empty. She closed her eyes, the tears burning her eyes as she gave into another night of restless slumber.