On Shards of Broken Dreams

They passed, years later, on a rain-swept evening in the ruins of Diagon Alley. She would have missed him, save for the sharp gasp and startled look. And with that, everything she'd fought so hard to forget came crashing down, drowning her in shattered fragments of memory. It took her an hour, this time, to claw her way back to sanity, away from hallucinations of a war they hadn't won and a life she'd never lead.

And in her dreams he held her, talked her through the nightmares.

She curled fetal in the pooling rain, alone, crying for lost dreams.

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