A/N- I have bad news: in June I’m leaving to Guatemala for six months. There I don’t have a computer or Microsoft word, so hopefully I’ll finish this story and all others by then. Thank you to all my reviewers, and I’m thinking of replying to reviews in my profile. Thanks again to my beta Hermione2405 and for your patience in the long wait. I’m so sorry I don’t update as often as you guys deserve, I’m just really busy. Sorry, this chapter isn’t the greatest, but I needed to put up something before you all murdered me. :)
Happily Ever After?
Chapter Five
“No! Don’t kill him. NO!” Harry screamed, withering around in his sleep, accidentally waking up a sleeping Hermione.
“Harry. Harry! HARRY!” Hermione exclaimed, poking her sleeping husband in hopes of waking him. With a loud gasp, Harry woke up, covered with sweat.
“What happened? Did you have another dream about . . . the war? Why didn’t you tell Dumbledore about your dreams?” Hermione asked in a small voice, dripping with concern.
“I didn’t want to worry him.” He said through a strained voice, and finally letting the tears roll down his cheeks, while his body shook with the soul breaking sobs. Hermione wrapped her arms around him, hugging him until he stopped crying. By then the clock read 6:30, so they both got out of bed and got dressed. In the kitchen downstairs, Dumbledore was sitting at the table reading the Daily Prophet.
“Good morning, Professor.” Harry called out.
“Good morning Harry. And call me Albus. There’s no need to call me professor anymore.” Dumbledore replied with a small smile.
“Harry, I’m going to the Healers today. I haven’t been feeling well lately.” Hermione said while they ate a breakfast of bagels with cream cheese.
“You haven’t? What’s wrong?” Now it was Harry’s turn to be concerned, and at once noticed her flushed cheeks.
“Oh it’s probably nothing.” she said hiding behind the paper.
“What are you doing today, Pr-Albus?” Harry asked.
“Well, I sent a letter to Minerva, and she wants me to return to Hogwarts, where I belong.” Dumbledore replied.
“That’s great! Hogwarts wasn’t the same without you there. It just didn’t feel safe.” Hermione told him.
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“Good morning David.” Hermione said as she entered the office.
“Good morning, ‘Mione. There’re some muffins and coffee on the front desk if you want some. Also, Boss Grayson called. He wants to see you in his office.” He said without even looking up from his desk. Hermione nodded, and left for her boss’s office, getting a blueberry muffin and a cup of coffee on the way.
“You wanted to see me?” she poked her head in through the door. He motioned her in, and magically closed the door behind her.
“Yes. There has been an attack on some aurors, killing many. Now there’s a shortage, and I hear you have great skills when it comes to fighting. I’d like you and David to work there for a while until things get settled.” Mr. Grayson informed her.
“Ok, when do I start?” Hermione asked, feeling thrilled. That had been her second choice of a job, so she didn’t mind.
“Tomorrow.” Mr. Grayson replied. She left the office, grinning to herself. She then spent the rest of the afternoon working on unsolved cases for the Past Mysteries Department, with David.
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That evening, Hermione and Harry walked home from work.
“So how was your appointment with the healers?” Harry asked curiously.
“It was fine.” She said, trying hard to hide the smile.
“What was wrong?” Harry asked. Hermione stopped, and then looked at Harry.
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