Stretching, Pandora slowly returns to the land of the awake and pulls the warm body lying next to her closer.
Pandora softly kisses her girlfriend. “Good morning.”
“Sleep well?” she asks, concerned.
Pandora furrows her brows, last night was the first in years her sleep was unbroken by nightmares. “I…slept through the night. No nightmares.”
She shakes her head. “There’s something wrong, really wrong. I can feel it in my gut. But I don’t know what…”
“Hey, there’s no point worrying about that now. If you are right about your dreams being visions, it’s too late to do anything now.”
“I just wish I could have saved him. I still don’t know why I’ve dreamt of a boy drowning all these years.”
“Do you know who he is yet?” she asks, gently caressing her arm.
“No, it’s too dark and there’s too many bodies dragging him down to see properly.”
Lily takes a deep breath. “Well, this is a rather depressing start to the day. What do you want for breakfast? I’ll make anything you want.”
“Fried egg on toast, please.”
Lily kisses her before sliding out of bed. Pandora slowly gets ready for the day, and her mood improves at the beautiful smell coming from the kitchen. She sits down at the table with today’s copy of the Daily Prophet. Reading the headline on the front page, she gasps, finally knowing who she’s dreamt of all these years.
“Breakfast is served,” Lily smiles as she puts two plates on the table. Pandora looks up at her, eyes glassy. “What’s wrong?”
“I know who he is,” she rasps, handing Lily the paper and running to the bathroom, sick to the stomach at the fact that she had a chance to save her best friend, yet couldn’t.