Sail to the Moon

Sail to the Moon

By : Seraphanie_Azure

Harry looked at her, standing there with tears in her eyes. She was wearing a white dress, the color of doves, and the wind was blowing it and her long dark hair around. He didn't want to leave...he wanted to stay with Seraphanie forever. She was his one and only...his savior. Seraphanie looked up at him with her huge beautiful blue eyes with the green starburst around the pupils.

"Harry, don't leave me here...alone," she whispered. She wrapped her alabaster arms around his neck and laid her cheek to his own and breathed into his ear: "You know how I can't live without you...nor you without me."

"I know...but I need to see if it's true...although I know it can't possibly be...but I need to anyway." It was killing him to say this to the only person he loved and hadn't lost yet.

"Sirius would want you to take the chance, but I would rather go with you, just to be safe."

"You know you can't...not after Voldemort's death. You're still weak from it...besides, they may recognize you in any of your forms."

"I don't care...I need you, I need to be with you, just as badly as you need me. The Death Eaters are no match for you, and with me they are nothing. The two of us together are unconquerable."

She had a point, and Harry knew it. There was no denying that they had fended off and routed the Death Eaters before in the Battle of The Last Horizon together, with little help from others, as they were otherwise incapacitated.

"We should ask the others to come with us...you know, Ron and Hermione and Ginny...maybe Fred and George."

"You know that Fred and George are too busy trying to 'cheer everyone up' and they're business is going so well. Ron and Hermione, definitely, and Ginny, too. What about Seamus, Dean, Neville?"

"I don't know...Neville's still trying to recover from the dungeon they had him in...remember? And Dean and Seamus are in hiding, I think."

"Oh, yeah...but Hermione and Ron will come...they're always up for an adventure...and since Dumbledore closed the school, they won't have much to do...except make love to each other, but that can get boring..."

"BORING? How can you say that?" Harry exclaimed, outraged. Seraphanie laughed mischievously, and kissed him lightly on the corner of his mouth. "We don't do it all the time, though..."

"I can fix that..." Harry held her close to himself and kissed her lips, breathing in the scent of her skin and hair...Lavender and Oil of Olay...with a little jasmine and rose mixed in...the scent reminded him of home... "Let's go inside, Seraph..."

Harry lay in bed, watching the ghosts of stars on their own enchanted ceiling of their apartment above Ollivander's. He was thinking about how fucked up all of this really was, how he was only seventeen and the beautiful girl who was lying next to him, her arm laid across his torso that had saved him in almost every way possible, was only eighteen. Despite all the power she did have, swords proved that even she was infallible. He never fully realized until then the magnitude of their task. Ridding the entire world, Muggle and Magic alike, was not all fun and games. There was loss involved, something he knew all too well, and he knew that if he lost Seraphanie again, he was lost. Not even Ron and Hermione could pull him out of the despair that would overcome him if she was gone.

And the worst part of it was, the Death Eaters knew that.