You and I? Impossible

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In trying to rejoin the shreds, he realized he was missing the most important thing: the strength to do it.

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Christmas.

That year no playful raids.

Nothing at all.

They had all fallen asleep in Hermione's room.

Kaytlyn was in her bed, opposite Ron, while Harry fell asleep on the pouffe next to the hedgehog's bed.

The raven-haired got up first; he revelled in their innocence.

There, in a world far from reality, where worries seemed to dissipate, at least for a few moments.

After a quarter of an hour, Kaytlyn's eyes widened too:

he turned to check on Hermione and her suitcase.

Everything is OK.

She had already started

even if it was 6 days away.

Fortunately, she had managed to recover several vintage items, to be able to successfully infiltrate.

The irony of fate had no end;

having now completed the entire program, even the seventh year, she would have plenty of time to organize the plan, even if she had decided.

She would have killed him, without any mercy.

With the Curse that kills.

-Coward- she thought.

He had to suffer, like no one else before, but she wasn't going to ruin the mission for some little game.

The stakes were too high.

Despite her premeditated intention, she had filled a saddlebag with various healing potions and a dozen Bezoars; making Tom Riddle an enemy was not a good idea.

But better take precautions.

Harry returned with a small breakfast basket for all four of them.

"Ron, it's Christmas," Harry whispered to wake him up.

- Merry Christmas -

They shared the breakfast.

"Aren't you eating?" Kaytlyn asked Hermione.

- Dumbledore told me not to do it, only blood - she murmured weakly

Crunching a biscuit, the young woman stood up and proceeded to add a vial of blood to the Muggle drip.

The two boys looked absent:

the ease with which she handled that substance destabilized them quite a bit.

Harry came over as soon as Kaytlyn finished:

- Better?-

- Better-

They kissed quickly, the raven-haired tucked her in the covers.

A few minutes passed and Hermione fell asleep again.

She was hungry. Sleep hunger.

Which made Kaytlyn worry.

'What if she never wakes up again' she kept wondering.

She felt a hand on his shoulder:

"We've made up our minds," Harry said as he looked at Ron, who knotted conspiratorially.

- I think this will be much more useful to you -

He handed her a finely crafted cloak.

It was his invisibility cloak.