𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 ,.

three - the bitterness of the cold.,

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belamour (def.,): one who is loved.

The next morning laid upon Y/N and Harry's sleeping form. Both breaths synchronized beneath the blanket of viridity. Their backs were facing the other; both in a deep slumber. No enmity passing through their veil of tranquility; all the worries buried within every crevice.

But what the two didn't have also the knowledge of that morning, that there were two people opened Y/N's heavy wooden door.

There stood a transfixed Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger, the two froze at the sight of their best friends at first. But turned into their very own broad smiles etched on their features, they too could sense that something was there; from their bond.

And as fragile moments passed, it was finally time to go back to Hogwarts.

Y/N was so excited to finally go back again in her second home. Mesmerising landscapes painted every summer, winter or spring. Those long passageways that lead her to her bliss. That paradise. A fantasy that is concealed and was only known by her and her only. Orphic clouds and stardust that was scattered at dawn and night. Magical properties always included and is surrounding her. Warmth of a home.

And now they were about to enter Platform nine & three quarters where the adventure commences. Along of course, with all the Weasleys and then Hermione, Harry and Y/N.

They just got out of the Ministry cars that were provided for them; because of Y/N and Harry. Mr. Weasley insisted that he would go with Harry and Y/N first, so they went through the barrier and at last; the familiar busy station greeted Y/N's irises.

The crowd was still busy and lively. Many children waving goodbye to their loved ones. Many pet animals making noise in their respective cages. The sun shining brightly illuminating the train to Hogwarts.

Snapping out from her reverie, Y/N felt somebody tapping her shoulder. She looked to her side on who it was and she was greeted by Harry's forest green eyes and whom was pointing to her father: Aspen Bernard. He was a cream colored turtle-neck sweater, a chocolate brown jacket over it and beige pants that suited him perfectly. He was also wearing her charming smiles, that Y/N could never get rid of. She smiled brightly before running towards him, hugging him into a warm embrace.

"Hey there, Moon," he said, "Missed me, didn't ya?" Aspen laughed cheekily, ruffling her hair.

"Very," she responded, breaking from the hug. " And I'm going to miss you, dad. Again." Y/N continued, her smile getting brighter. Aspen laughed lightly;