The Dream

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     "Edelweiss, edelweiss, every morning you greet me. Small and white, clean and bright. You look happy to meet me. Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow, bloom and grow forever. Edelweiss, edelweiss, blessed my homeland forever." The fond memory of the young woman's voice had infiltrated Harry's dreams of late. Every night his dormitory faded away as he slipped farther into dreamland and the walls of his old nursery. The woman had dark brown hair with the sides pulled behind her with multiple intricate plaits, the rest of her hair was curled into perfect ringlets . There was a singular edelweiss flower in her hair. Each time when she finished the song she would take the flower out of her hair and tuck it into Harry's. She wore a light green silk gown that made her look ethereal. Her lips were a rosy red and her cheeks and nose were tinted a similar shade from the cold. Every night she would tuck him into his crib and then he would wake up. The dream was something he had no recollection of before these past few nights, but Harry knew it was real. He must've blocked it from his memory somehow. Ron's voice pulled him out of his thoughts.

     "Blimey Harry! It's almost 9:15! Snape is going to kill us if we're late for Defense Against the Dark Arts! You- you good? You look like you're in deep thought."

     "Yeah Ron I'm fine."

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