They Who Walk in Darkness

A small fic I wrote as a response to the “Love from someone else perspective” - challenge posted by mycha_kk up at Portkey. The rules were quite simple: Write some H/Hr scenes but never from Harry nor Hermione POV's.

Rules:
1) It should never be a situation when H/Hr confess their feelings.

2) The situations should be from daily life. (e.g. during breakfast)

And we were basically free to use whichever character we wanted. Still, this might not follow the rules perfectly as it doesn't describe exactly a daily scene, but it's still my contribution. And for those who can't figure out who's talking; it's Dumbledore. He's one of my favourite characters in the books, so please tell me if I managed to grip his character. He's hard, but quite funny, to write.

Anyway, please enjoy… And review while you're at it! ;)

They Who Walk in Darkness

Love is blind. Ah, yes. A couple of very wise words, indeed. And it's the words which appear into, between you and me, my brilliant mind when I see the young couple before me: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Both known for being quite brilliant in their own sense: Miss Granger for her logic and intellect while Harry for his bravery.

Ironically, Miss Granger with her bright mind can not figure out what's in front of her. Alas, that's how love works. Some wrongly call it stupidity, while it's not. It's simply love when it's the finest. Innocent and pure. The kind of love people usually wish for.

Sometimes, I take the time to watch them - ah, yes. An old fool like myself do have some time on one's hands - and while they're, together with young Mr. Weasley, quite a trio, Harry and Hermione makes an extraordinary duo. It's visible even through the smallest and most simple things they do.

I've seen Hermione sit by Harry for hours in the infirmary, while everyone is thought to be asleep; while everyone is too tired and worn out -she's there. Talking, sleeping or simply holding his hand.

I've seen Harry sit by Hermione's side when she's studying, long after young Ronald Weasley has given up and gone up to bed; I've seen Harry managing to persuade the hard working girl into taking a break when she needed it the most.

I've seen how Harry's eyes light up when he sees her; a light which can warm through the coldest of hearts. I've seen how Hermione smiles when he tells her something. Not the smile of amusement, but of love. The type of smile every young man wishes to receive. It's real love and it shines through their whole being. It's a kind of love they're lucky to share.

But even though the signs are so obvious - if I say so myself - they're both oblivious. Yes, they're both in darkness; they're both blinded by their feelings. They are walking in darkness: trembling to find the light, even though they already have it in their hands.

Love is very blind, indeed.

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