𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
...
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 billion scrambling thoughts and Harry could not pin one down. He forced himself to ignore the unimaginable pain plaguing in his abdomen as he stumbled towards Elara floating in the exceptionally shallow water of the beach they had landed. The Stars seemed to die as the sea water splashed crimson red.
He reached her in a matter of seconds, coming to her side and lifting her out of the water despite the exhaustion in his body roaring at him. Elara coughed slightly as her dull eyes reflected the beautiful sky above. Harry had no time to think of the horrors she had endured at Malfoy Manor when he felt how light she was as he set her down in the soft and untouched sand.
Ron and Hermione were sprinting faster than Harry had ever seen them.
"Lara — no, no you can't — please — I just got you back — "
Weakly, she laughed.
"You'll be okay. . . . in the end. . . ."
"Don't say that — You'll be fine, let me just — Fuck — "
