His eye took a while to adjust to the dark, but he soon found her sleeping form. He crossed the room silently and slid into a chair next to her bed. She was turned to him, her wild curls splayed out over the pillow. She looked calm, free of woes ... and unspeakably beautiful for it. Harry's heart thrummed as he watched her body rise and fall with her steady breathing. But it hid the truth in plain sight.