This is set in the future- everyone's grown up and Harry's married and Headmaster of Hogwarts. Hope that explains it ok!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters cos they belong to J.K.Rowling. Gr8 if I did, though!
This is my first fic so please review (plse no flames)and tell me if you like it! :-)
Harry sighed. For once, it wasn't with exasperation, but one of those "phew, end-of-the-day" sighs. He glanced over at his wife, who was still busily writing next to the fire.
"Darling, you must have nearly finished that letter by now," he whispered, not wanting to wake the children.
"Almost. Just got to finish this one bit. I've got so much to tell them!"came the whispered reply.
Harry sighed again. He reckoned it to be about 2 hours, then, before he could expect his wife to settle down for the night.
He glanced out the window, the views still astounding him even now. To the left he could see the dark shape of the lake, the full moon shining on its murky waters. The Forbidden Forest, shrouded in darkness dominated the right, and the shadow of Hagrid's Hut seemed small and insignificant beside it.
"Well, I'll be off to bed now," yawned Harry, placing his gaze once more upon his ever-busy wife.
"Okay. Sure. Definitely," was her vague reply, not pausing in her writing once.
"Kiss for goodnight?" he offered his cheek hopefully.
"Mmhmm,"
Harry looked reproachfully at his wife and began to climb the long winding stairs to their bedroom.
"Night, love." He tried once last time to grab her attention. "Is that whispering I hear downstairs?"
She stood up like a shot. "What? Where?"
"Never mind. Just wanted you to take notice of me."
"Sorry, Harry it's just I have to finish this before the last post and I've still got to order the food for the feast and the music's still not organised and Peeves keeps on moving everything as soon as I get it perfect and..."
Harry interrupted her mid-flow. "Slow down! Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. You got it?"
His wife calmed down and took a deep breath. "Sorry. It's just there's so much to do!"
"Look, why don't you come to bed now and you can finish this- he picked up the letter and waved it round for emphasis- in the morning."
"Alright," she muttered.
"Good. You look like you could do with a long sleep," he whispered gently in her ear.
They began to silently ascend the stairs, with Harry sill clutching the letter in one hand.
Suddenly, his wife exclaimed "I'm finishing it the morning though!"
Harry, forgetting the students asleep downstairs, cried out in exasperation:
"HERMIONE!"
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