The Queen and Her King

Even Nightmares Mean Something

Harry POV

It was coronation day. I stood next to Mal, hands held in front of me looking at Ben as he was crowned. Brielle was about to be crowned as Mal ran out and snatched the wand from Fairy Godmother. She held it up with an evil laugh as we made a break for it, Jay, Carlos, and Evie coming down from the balcony they were sitting on. I ran behind Mal as she told me and warded people off by lunging at them with my hook until someone straight-up grabbed my hand. I whipped around to see Brielle's broken face, looking up at me with such betrayal in her eyes,

"Harry this isn't you"

She whispered ever so sweetly yet her eyes were distraught. I could feel as if my heart were cracking,

"Then ye don't know me well enough"

I spat out, immediately I wanted to take my words back. What's come over me? Her eyes began to fill with tears,

"I know you, I know what you want and this isn't it. You don't want to do this I know it"

She whispered, taking a step towards me as she didn't let go of my hand,

"Brielle face it, ye don't know everything. Ya don't know what I'm thinking ye never have. Give it a rest"

This can't be happening, I don't want to say these things. What I really want to do is just hold her, but that's not what my body language was saying. I feel as if I have no control of myself. She slowly shook her head as tears began to run down her cheeks. I wanted to wipe her tears away and apologize, but that's not what I did,

"Harry please, don't do this. There is no way to take any of this back once it's done-"

"I know! That's why I'm doing it!"

I shouted at her. I actually just yelled at her and I couldn't stop myself. I feel like I'm a spectator in my own body. She flinched and jumped back some at my shout, I felt my heart break just a little more,

"I trusted you"

She whispered again,

"Trusting a villain? Sounds like a personal problem"

Is all I said as I sharply turned away from her and ripped my hand away from her which caused her to stumble as she was holding on so tightly. This can't actually be happening right? I don't have control, this isn't fair Brielle is right. This isn't what I want,

"Harry please!"

She yelled from behind me, her voice breaking some. Before I knew it I felt her hand on my arm again. I quickly whipped around again and she froze, eyes wide as she gasped. I furrowed my brow, realizing that I could actually control my movements now. I was about to apologize and tell her what happened but something wasn't right. She wasn't saying anything, her breathing was hitching and she was slowly looking down. I looked down with her and saw... my hook buried in her side.

This is too real, too realistic. I watched in terror as blood began to stain the fabric surrounding the wound. I started shaking my head in disbelief as she began to struggle to breath, then collapsing. I caught her as she fell and sat on the ground as bystanders gasped at the sight, now seeing why Brielle had collapsed,

"No no no Brielle I-I didn't do this... I c-couldn't have"

I murmured. I truly didn't remember stabbing her, but the fact that it was MY hook in her side told a different story. I pulled her into my lap and began crying on the spot, shaking,

"Harry come on!"

I heard from behind me as I clutched Brielle, trying to hold her tight enough to where she wouldn't slip away somehow. I felt people behind me trying to pull me back but there was no pulling me away from her as she fought a small battle for every breath, blood beginning to pool on the carpet right next to where her wounded side lay,