You and I? Impossible

Closure

"No prophecy can define our destiny"

"How is he?" Hermione asked anxiously

"He's made a full recovery, don't worry," Madame Pomfrey replied lovingly.

Slowly all the pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place.

After a few days, Harry resumed his normal lessons, as did Hermione, who continued to take blood daily.

Free to express what they had always held back.

Spending every single moment with their hands intertwined, telling their own story.

Windy afternoon.

Courtyard.

- Will he give you something?-

- No, we promised ourselves not to;

last time my boyfriend gave me something, you know how it went-

- You're not entirely wrong-

- And the... thing? -

She wasn't going to say the name of disease or curse.

She didn't want to gloom at her now that she seemed to have found her fragment of happiness.

- Well.. good ..at least I think-

- Were there any symptoms?-

- No-

No.

A week and a half until Christmas.

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Hermione.

Lying on the ground.

Ache.

Tears.

Blood.

She woke with a start, panting.

She began compulsively touching her face.

- What's happening to me-

Her broken and cut breaths made their way into the house.

Downstairs Aberforth heard everything.

Wasted no time.

He summoned an owl, providing it with food.

-Hogwarts, for Albus Dumbledore -

And flew away.

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When he learned the origin of the letter, he hastily discarded it.

The girl is not well.

Nightmares haunt her.

Aberforth.

He had to see her. Right away.

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- What's wrong with her?-

- Nightmares, only nightmares-

They knocked.

- I was waiting for you; come-

Always dagger under the pillow.

The most faithful companion.

- After you-

She sat down on the bed composedly.

Face scarred by sleepless nights and the gash on the cheek.