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Albus Dumbledore's Will (7.2)

(Harry POV)

Molly had fixed up y/n's splinched leg. Thankfully she restored it back to full health. But y/n was still a little sore.

"How are you feeling darling?" Molly asked her.

"I feel great now thank you Molly." Y/N replied.

"Are you okay?" I asked her as I watched her bite her nails.

"Mhm. Why wouldn't I be." She asked.

"Y-" I was cut off by Fred.

"You're biting you nails." He replied.

She put her hands in her lap. 

"Is it Mad-eye?" I asked. I knew he was like a grandfather or a uncle to her. 

She nodded and leaned into me. "Everyone's dying." She said shakily. I couldn't help but feel over whelming guilt. Cedric, who she cared for died because of me. Her dad, died protecting me. Mad-eye, for me. Dumbledore, died because of me. And---- i lost thought. I never knew about her mom's side. I shook my head to bring myself back to reality. 

"You kids best be off in bed, we have a big day tomorrow." Molly said referring to my birthday. I stood up and took y/n's hand and we walked up the stairs.

"I love you Harry." Y/N said out of the blue.

We had become distant. I didn't really know what we were anymore. 

"I- uh what do you mean?" I asked her.

He face lightened. But not in a good way. In a almost, upset way.

"Are we even dating?" I asked her. She stopped walking.

"I-I I dont know. Are we?" She asked.

"Well do you want to be with me?" I asked her.

"Blimey Harry of course I do." She said. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"D-do you?" She asked.

     My mind thought about her, and all of the times we had. How my memory for my Patronus went from my parents, to the night we danced in the great hall. Of course my parents made me happy but I knew she was what was holding me together.

"Yea." I said. A smile crept on her face.

"Good." She replied.

"Brilliant." I said back.

(Y/N POV)

I awoke to the sounds of someone whimpering. I sat up and looked to Ron who was staring at us. "What are you doing?" I whispered to him.

"Harry, hes having a nightmare but I didn't want to wake you by waking him." Ron replied. I gave him a soft smile and turned to Harry.

"Harry, Harry wake up." I said. Harry sat up rubbing his eyes.

"What happened." He groggily asked in his morning voice.

"Nightmare." Ron replied.

"You were saying a name." Ron continued. 

"Gregorovitch." I said.

"Yea,... how'd you know you were asleep?" Ron asked.

"I had a dream about him." I replied.

"What time is it anyway's?" Harry asked.

"6:30." Ron replied.

"Happy Birthday!" I said. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and rubbed his eyes once more.