Within these moments, the prophesy had fallen from Harry's hand and broken; but nobody dared pay attention to that.
Harry could not believe what just happened, all within a couple blinks of the eye, and it seemed like everyone else shared the feeling. Even the remaining Death Eater stopped; though Moody spotted this moment of weakness and Stunned him.
Sirius and Remus dashed to Aurora's side within seconds. Harry and Aurora caught each other's eye and collapsed in weakness; Harry in shock, Aurora in pure weakness.
Remus had fallen to his knees next to Aurora, hugging her incredibly tight.
"Oh, Aurora..." Remus sobbed, holding her head to his chest as they both sobbed. Sirius, still being in distress, looked at the two of them while tears ran down his cheeks, overwhelmed by the sensations of mere minutes.
An injured Tonks sat next to Harry, holding him. He leaned into her, his breath trembling.
Their several moments of relief lasted until Remus collected himself and helped Aurora up.
"You and Harry must get out of here. We can handle the rest..." said Remus, still not letting go of his beloved girl.
"Leaving already?"
A cold voice had spoken above them all, but the entity that spoke it was nowhere to be seen. A few of the Death Eaters had started to arise once more. On the other hand, Bellatrix looked as if she would never awake again.
As if someone injected him with a large dose of adrenaline, Harry got to his feet and looked ready to attack, as did everyone else.
"Stand down, Harry."
Everyone turned to the familiar and comforting voice that belonged to Dumbledore. "Harry, Aurora. You must leave. You are not safe here."
Aurora opened her mouth to argue but realised this wasn't the time. She turned to face Harry again, only to find out he was no longer standing there. She only gotten a glimpse of him running out, before yelling his name and running after him.
Harry reached the Atrium to find Dumbledore had already started a ground-breaking duel with Voldemort. He stumbled backwards at the sight of the Dark Wizard but look determined to do something about it.
"Harry! What are you doing?! You know Dumbledore can handle this alone!" Aurora exclaimed, running up to him.
"Well how do you expect to get back?" asked Harry, hiding them both behind a large pillar.
Aurora grabbed his arm and pulled him back towards the corridor, where Remus had already been running towards.
"Both of you!" he shrieked, extending his arms. Both of the adolescents held on to them, and within a few seconds of feeling stretched and torn, they had made it to Grimmauld Place.
When they reached inside, all three of them stopped to catch their breath, before stumbling into the dining room and falling into a chair.
Harry looked at Remus. "What about Ron and- and Hermione- and—"
"We've got it handled. You both... just wait here," said Remus, looking somewhat disappointed, but more exhausted than anything.
Harry and Aurora sat next to one another in silence, so much to say yet unable to get a single word out.
The exhaustion finally hit Harry, and he was ready to fall asleep with his head on the table but then they had suddenly heard the sound of someone entering the house. It was, thankfully, Dumbledore.
He took a seat in front of them, and sensed Aurora's desire to yell at him.
"Before I emerge into this long-overdue conversation, is there anything you would like to say, Aurora?" asked Dumbledore. This made Harry look to the girl next to him, anticipating an answer for what he had witnessed not too long ago.
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Invisible String
Fanfiction"Wouldn't it be great if after everything, we had a happy ending? What could possibly occur next, for us to have such a privilege?" It seemed as if it was a who, rather than a what. A fix-it fic about a rather mysterious and heartwarming individual...
