AN: Ta-da! Okay, new project, mainly because the other two are spiralling towards hiatus. It's gong to be a nonlinear series of scenes ranging from 100 to easily over a thousand words. I will also take requests if you ask kindly.

Thanks to the lovely words from Holyhead Harpies, I decided to make a mini series for the gender-bended universe. This takes straight to where Dawn is Bright left off. Don't worry; all is canon.

Doesn't that make you feel so much better?

I mean, really, is a canon gender-bending that hard to understand? It's possible, but rarely done.

Disclaimer: Last time I checked I am an American brunette. Nice try, but I know that I'm not JK Rowling

Title: Come Morning Light

Word Count: 970

I remember tears streaming down your face

When I said, I'll never let you go

When all those shadows almost killed your light

I remember you said, don't leave me here alone

But all that's dead and gone and passed tonight

—Safe and Sound, Taylor Swift.

Halley felt something stir against her.

Through the hazy labyrinth of sleep she tried to direct her way out, heavy limbs struggled to move, and stiff muscles protested. One of her hands became tangled in something soft, opening an eye; she was momentarily surprised to see a striking shade of red near her head.

Halley then opened both eyes. Am I dreaming? she thought, half-expecting to wake up in the cold tent in a dark forest. That's it; this was dream. It was some happy dream that her imagination cooked up in a fit of dreary loneliness. What else would have been the better way to relax than to wake up next to Gabriel Weasley?

Except, Halley looked at her shabby robes that were stained with red blood and brown dirt; and then at his sleeping form, her dreams usually involved him awake. She tried to push herself up in a sitting position, but a dull pain in her chest forced her back down.

Nope. Not a dream. She rubbed the spot gingerly, suddenly remembering that was where the Killing Curse struck. Her hand paused; in the dark corners of her mind she could clearly see the vivid slash of green and the damp, cold ground of the forest.

And Halley had died that night.

Merlin. She really died. The thought was defying, that just for a short period of time she was neither here nor there—whatever there was. But her heart was beating, blood was moving in her veins, all valuable proof that she was alive.

"Hey," Gabriel yawned, he rolled his head in her direction. There was a line of dried blood that slashed across his left cheek. "What are you doing up?"

There was something very strange about imagining an event and then to actually experience it. For months she pictured how she would react to seeing him again. All paled and wavered in memory as she hard his voice clearly for the first time since the first attack during the battle.

"Don't get me wrong that I'm not amazed to see you," her voice croaked from all of the shouting from last night. "But what are you doing in my bed?"

"Uh…" His girly eyelashes fluttered and his ears turned red. She couldn't make out the exact expression on his face without her glasses. "What do you remember from last night?"

Halley closed her eyes. It was all a blur; leaving the Headmaster's office, collapsing on her bed, Gabriel almost sobbing into her shoulder…it was all starting to come back, and more hazy images came fluttering to her mind. "Why did you stay?"

Gabriel stretched his hand out and grabbed something on the table near the bed. He handed it to her; the cold metal of her damaged glasses. "Here, you need these."

Halley blinked owlishly as the world came into focus. "You're changing the subject."

Gabriel sighed. He rubbed his eyes and laid his head back on the pillow. "You left suddenly over the summer, we've heard nothing from you since then, and then you appear at Hogwarts. I thought you died. You told me that you died. I…I…" he choked on the next few words, "I needed to see for myself that you're really…alive."

Sunlight peeked through the heavy curtains around the bed. There was a muffled noise from below as everyone started to put their lives back together. Life was marching on, and was oblivious to everything else. It was an absurd thought that everything was going to start changing now, come this morning light everything was in a new era.

"Would you believe me that there was more to that?" said Halley, picking at the threads of her hole-filled sleeve. Her mouth felt very dry, but she continued. "There's so much that I want to tell you, so where should I even start?"

"You can start by saying 'hi'," he suggested, now sitting up. The bone-weary look on his face was slipping away, something more hopeful took its place. "We never did properly greeted each other in the Room of Requirement."