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The night wore on dreary and cold, while Emma and Harry found themselves separated in their respective bedrooms.

Inside of the unfamiliar sheets, Emma squirmed, memories of her childhood flashing through her mind. Once in a while the thoughts of her parents not seeing her married or even happy, pained her. Her heart was breaking.

One floor above her, Harry's thoughts were on her. He didn't understand the feelings he felt for Emma, why after all the time he spent thinking of others, it was only her now. Harry didn't want to make a mistake with her, a mistake that might hurt her more.



The morning finally came, but Emma felt herself too tired to stand. She heard the rustle of Ginny and Hermione, but made no sound. She pretended to sleep until they were out of the room, leaving her to maul over her thoughts.

Emma rolled on her back and opened her eyes to the bright room and yawned. She blinked sleepily and threw her hands behind her head after pulling up the blankets.

A knock on the door, tore her from her thoughts. "Emma?"

She quickly shut her eyes and faced her back to the door.

After a moment the door opened quietly and Harry entered the realm. His green eyes traveled to her sleeping form. "Emma?" He questioned again, his voice just above a whisper.

With hesitance he reached toward her and gently shook her shoulder. "It's morning." He stated the obvious.

Without any other option, she opened her eyes and mumbled. "Hmm?"

"Breakfast is ready." Harry stepped back and rubbed his hands.

Emma turned to her back and stared at the ceiling. "Right."

"I-I'll be downstairs." He stuck his thumb behind him and smiled crookedly.

"Thanks." She sat up and let the blankets fall from her.

Harry nodded and averted his eyes. "Okay." He left her and found himself playing a game of chess with Ron.

"Are you okay mate? Ever since you got back you seem - lost somehow. Is there something wrong?" His best friend asked curiously.

Harry looked up from his piece and leaned back in his chair with a sigh. "I just feel like it's all my fault."

"What is?" Hermione glanced up from the book she had been previously reading and closed it.

"Emma. Having to leave her parents."

"It's not your fault Harry. You didn't make the prophecy." Ron replied with a shrug with a side comment of, "Check mate", "She knows that."

"I suppose you're right, but it still doesn't feel right." Harry rejoined, his stomach twisting with guilt.

"I think all we can do is just let her know that we are here for her."



The day past by without any devastation or news of any kind, but late in the night, Emma was found shaking and crying miserably in her bed.

"Mom? Dad?" Emma whispered through the dark of her house. After no answer and a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, she stepped to a hallway. Her eyes followed the lines of the pictures in their frames that hung on the walls until they were distracted by a red stain on the wood of the floor. "Mom!" She screamed. "Dad!"

Her feet picked up their pace as she made her way to her father's study. Upon entering she heard a faint noise and saw the door half opened. It creaked loudly as she peered through. "Oh God."


She ran to her parents as they lay in pools of their own blood. Her heart pounded in her chest as she fell to the floor beside them.

"Wake up."

Her green eyes drifted to a man standing before her, one with a malice smile and dark eyes.


"What have you done?"

With a start, her eyes flung open and landed on scared faces.

"Are you okay?" Hermione's voice rang in her ears and Emma's eyes flashed to her.

"I - I don't know." Her voice shook as she answered, along with her body.

"Was it a dream?" Ginny asked, holding a lit candle, it's light brightening her face.

Harry took step closer his eyes soft, but jaw fixed.

Emma nodded, her eyes welling. "It felt so real though."

Hermione shot a look at Harry, who had ran to the room upon hearing the shouts, and sat on the end of her bed. "Do you want to tell us about it?"

Emma shifted her eyes and tried to swallow the lump in her throat. She wasn't sure.

Harry ran a hand through his sleepy hair and sat next to Emma. His hand brushed hers, but neither moved.

Ron breathed heavily and sat on the floor. "You can trust us."

Emma opened her mouth and spoke of her nightmare.

"Do you think it could mean something?" Ginny asked, eyeing everyone.

"I'm not sure." Hermione commented, her brow was furrowed, her eyes looked to Harry.

"I'm sure it was just a dream." Harry reassured, but in the pit of his stomach, he felt something was wrong - so did everyone in the room. "Try and get some sleep."

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