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As the former slytherin slept a little less than soundly in his bed, the early morning began to filter it's way into the little home he'd always known. The house was built so that the rising sun would filter in the front of the house, and the setting sun would set on the back of the house. The house sat separate from most others, a little hidden from any one who didn't actually know where it was. It was the only place the sleeping boy had ever really called home. The school he'd attended had acted as a sort of home, but he could've never felt safe their knowing what awaited him after. Even once he was gone, things just never felt right. He had loved it, but it really hadn't when the man gave it some real thought, it had never been home to him. This house, that was being basked in the light oranges and reds of the starting day was different from how it had been. It was a home, where the old memories were just that, old. Where in his minds eyes he sometimes believed that he saw the future rather than the dark past. A new chapter in a once dark novel. The doors were mostly open, and the light began to filter into the bedroom. It was soft, giving the bedroom a little light glow. The clothes tidied away in corners. The books and general things scattered throughout the room, it was tidy to him, and it looked lived in. The house was quiet, the only noise was the distant chirping of a bird outside. It was too early for most other things to really be awake. There was not a sound in the house. A settled silence, where fear did not linger any more. It was a home full of life and joy. The horrors of what had once gone on in this house lingered less with each and every day. It was this rising sun at much too early a time for most that began to cause the sleeping boy to stir. His dreams were not as settled as this house. His dreams were often filled with the past battles he'd fought. They often ended in ways that he didn't remember. They involved people who were not even there, but, what felt most vivid about it were that he could remember what the dream was based on. He could remember the pain, and those tears. The prayers, and the pleas. This dream, was not completely unlike the others. The boy was remembering a time that he'd long put to the back of his mind, since it had not been as bad as the others. It was nicer really, to at least a certain extent. For the boy it held more importance in a different way. He had not realised it at the time, but it did. That being said, it still brought the waking boy distress.
The former Slytherin's dreams were of that time during his third year at school. When he had truly noted things getting worse. The dream itself had started fairly nice, he'd just been wandering down the streets of the wizarding area, waiting to be picked up when it had rained, and because the boy hadn't had a jacket he'd gotten soaked. It was as he began to stir awake that his father appeared in the dream. Yelling the same words, but they felt harsher. Unlike the time it had actually happened, this time around his father appeared to not actually stop. When it had actually happened, his father had just thrown him to the ground and then left. This time around, his father was just kicking and kicking. In his dream the boy fought for his breath. Crying out to his father, attempting to clutch his father's trouser leg to try desperately to get him to stop. He could taste the blood in his mouth when it stopped, and through blurry tear filled eyes he looked up at the surprisingly light sky and a figure appear smiling and just in that moment, Stefan Archer's eyes fluttered open. The dream had not propelled him out as it tended to. Instead he was slowly awakening. He was lying on back, with his head turned towards Kate, who was still seemingly sound asleep. He smiled at her, knowing in his head that he was alright. That everything was fine, and that he was with Kate. That her kind heart and beautiful person was with him as he truly left that part of his life behind. The now adult was smiling despite of the dream still fresh in his head. He yawned quietly, carefully stretching, so he wouldn't wake her up. For the past while, Stefan had been working up the courage to ask for Kate to marry him. He had never imagined that he would ever be so lucky to even have the opportunity to have love in his life. Never had he imagined that he would be so blessed with a person like Kate, and the joy she brought him. How much light she'd brought into his dark little world. That she was the only colour he'd ever need. It didn't matter that he didn't see colour, he had Kate and she was the colour in his life. The light. He was eternally thankful that he'd managed to meet her, that they'd managed to get through it all. That with her help he was really working through all those memories. Stefan believed that marriage was just a thing people did, and while he didn't think of himself as really traditional, he loved Kate, and he wanted to be her husband. He wanted to be devoted to being the perfect husband, and helping her achieve all her dreams. He would bring her the moon if she asked for it.
However, Stefan had not found the courage, nor the right moment. He didn't know how to ask her. If it should be grand and cheesy. If it should be simple and unique, with others or just them. In public or in private. Just one night at dinner, or just in the middle of the day. Slowly, Stefan slipped himself out of bed, standing on his feet for a few moments as his feet warmed themselves to the colder ground. He was wearing his pyjama bottoms, but had taken off the top, since it was pretty warm. Not bothering to look for the t-shirt as he walked out the bedroom which they shared and to his old bedroom. He had many scars littered throughout his body, but he was no longer ashamed by them. All the furniture that had previously sat in this room had been removed, the window had been fixed, but aside from having picked the paint and what the room was going to look like, Stefan had not done anything else. The room was cleaner now. All the dents in the walls, and the stains on the floor gone. He stepped into the room, and just looked at it. Even though little had been done to it, it was still very different from how he remembered it. Stefan moved to the window and glanced out. He'd once fallen from this window. The magic had caught him, it had been the first sign. A sign that Stefan hadn't really realised until many years later. He turned back to face the rest of the room. He wondered about what might've been, if his mother had lived, and his father had never chosen to drink over him. He knelt down on the ground and placed a hand carefully on the floor. Scrunching his eyes closed as he felt the familiar ground beneath his finger tips. If his mother had lived perhaps she would've redone this room. This was the place he'd always felt most connected with her. Just in those dark nights before hogwarts, before Kate it had been the thought of his mother watching over him, protecting him had kept him warm at night. Though in some of those dark nights he'd begged for her to let him follow her. Before Kate, before the school, when his hope had been drifting away more and more by the day, he had wanted to be with her more than anything else. Reopening his eyes, Stefan realised that it had not been a lack of knowledge about how and when to ask, just that he needed to be reminded of how much better she made his life. How much she had changed it. How he would be no where without her. Stefan stood up to full height, he didn't really care about how early it was. The time was now. He stepped quietly back to their room, and bent down at her side of the bed. "Kate" He said clearly, he spoke quietly but hopefully loud enough so that he could stir her from her slip. "Kate, wake up. Kate" he knew it wasn't exactly kind of him to wake her up at such a time. But, they might just have a lifetime ahead of them, what was one early morning. Once she'd opened her eyes, Stefan just motioned for her to follow him, and then he just headed to his old bedroom, waiting for her to join him.
The former Slytherin's dreams were of that time during his third year at school. When he had truly noted things getting worse. The dream itself had started fairly nice, he'd just been wandering down the streets of the wizarding area, waiting to be picked up when it had rained, and because the boy hadn't had a jacket he'd gotten soaked. It was as he began to stir awake that his father appeared in the dream. Yelling the same words, but they felt harsher. Unlike the time it had actually happened, this time around his father appeared to not actually stop. When it had actually happened, his father had just thrown him to the ground and then left. This time around, his father was just kicking and kicking. In his dream the boy fought for his breath. Crying out to his father, attempting to clutch his father's trouser leg to try desperately to get him to stop. He could taste the blood in his mouth when it stopped, and through blurry tear filled eyes he looked up at the surprisingly light sky and a figure appear smiling and just in that moment, Stefan Archer's eyes fluttered open. The dream had not propelled him out as it tended to. Instead he was slowly awakening. He was lying on back, with his head turned towards Kate, who was still seemingly sound asleep. He smiled at her, knowing in his head that he was alright. That everything was fine, and that he was with Kate. That her kind heart and beautiful person was with him as he truly left that part of his life behind. The now adult was smiling despite of the dream still fresh in his head. He yawned quietly, carefully stretching, so he wouldn't wake her up. For the past while, Stefan had been working up the courage to ask for Kate to marry him. He had never imagined that he would ever be so lucky to even have the opportunity to have love in his life. Never had he imagined that he would be so blessed with a person like Kate, and the joy she brought him. How much light she'd brought into his dark little world. That she was the only colour he'd ever need. It didn't matter that he didn't see colour, he had Kate and she was the colour in his life. The light. He was eternally thankful that he'd managed to meet her, that they'd managed to get through it all. That with her help he was really working through all those memories. Stefan believed that marriage was just a thing people did, and while he didn't think of himself as really traditional, he loved Kate, and he wanted to be her husband. He wanted to be devoted to being the perfect husband, and helping her achieve all her dreams. He would bring her the moon if she asked for it.
However, Stefan had not found the courage, nor the right moment. He didn't know how to ask her. If it should be grand and cheesy. If it should be simple and unique, with others or just them. In public or in private. Just one night at dinner, or just in the middle of the day. Slowly, Stefan slipped himself out of bed, standing on his feet for a few moments as his feet warmed themselves to the colder ground. He was wearing his pyjama bottoms, but had taken off the top, since it was pretty warm. Not bothering to look for the t-shirt as he walked out the bedroom which they shared and to his old bedroom. He had many scars littered throughout his body, but he was no longer ashamed by them. All the furniture that had previously sat in this room had been removed, the window had been fixed, but aside from having picked the paint and what the room was going to look like, Stefan had not done anything else. The room was cleaner now. All the dents in the walls, and the stains on the floor gone. He stepped into the room, and just looked at it. Even though little had been done to it, it was still very different from how he remembered it. Stefan moved to the window and glanced out. He'd once fallen from this window. The magic had caught him, it had been the first sign. A sign that Stefan hadn't really realised until many years later. He turned back to face the rest of the room. He wondered about what might've been, if his mother had lived, and his father had never chosen to drink over him. He knelt down on the ground and placed a hand carefully on the floor. Scrunching his eyes closed as he felt the familiar ground beneath his finger tips. If his mother had lived perhaps she would've redone this room. This was the place he'd always felt most connected with her. Just in those dark nights before hogwarts, before Kate it had been the thought of his mother watching over him, protecting him had kept him warm at night. Though in some of those dark nights he'd begged for her to let him follow her. Before Kate, before the school, when his hope had been drifting away more and more by the day, he had wanted to be with her more than anything else. Reopening his eyes, Stefan realised that it had not been a lack of knowledge about how and when to ask, just that he needed to be reminded of how much better she made his life. How much she had changed it. How he would be no where without her. Stefan stood up to full height, he didn't really care about how early it was. The time was now. He stepped quietly back to their room, and bent down at her side of the bed. "Kate" He said clearly, he spoke quietly but hopefully loud enough so that he could stir her from her slip. "Kate, wake up. Kate" he knew it wasn't exactly kind of him to wake her up at such a time. But, they might just have a lifetime ahead of them, what was one early morning. Once she'd opened her eyes, Stefan just motioned for her to follow him, and then he just headed to his old bedroom, waiting for her to join him.
Apologies for the slight Godmod at the end.