Prolouge:

Harry awaited silently for Hermione to wake. He tapped his foot and thought to himself "Ugh how can she sleep for so long? Doesn't she realize that Ron and Emily asked us to arrive at their house at precicely 5 am?" All of a sudden Harry heard a noise. "Wh...who's there?" He called out in the dark. He hated sitting in his wife's room. Hermione had insisted they have seperate rooms for the first year of marriage. Harry gingerly touched the lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He hadn't felt any pain in over a year. Hermione always made sure of this by pestering him. It was wierd this morning however. It felt cool, almost frigid to the touch.