Chapter 3

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I remember those few seconds when I woke up. Harry was holding me. My head was pounding and I could barely see straight I was so dizzy. His smell filled my nose but quickly calmed me. I remember him whispering 'I love you' in my ear right before everything went black again. Flashing lights. Noise, lots of it. Pain. I couldn't tell if I was awake or dreaming, but I could still feel the pain. I could see the flashes of the tear streamed faces I had caught glances of. The paparazzi. Of course they were there. Harry fighting with them. That was a strong memory. It was weak, but still stronger than the others. Lux. Was she okay? Harry had said she was, didn't he. I moaned to myself, though I wasn't sure it was out loud or just mentally. I wanted Harry to be here and hold my hand, to answer all my questions and tell me it was going to be alright.

"Harry..." I mumbled.

Just then I could have sworn I heard someone reply. I opened my eyes but was immediately flooded with light. I blinked it off before my eyes adjusted to the view around me.

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