She fell to the floor in slow motion. Her rear smacked the tile floor of the tiny little kitchen first, followed by her right hand in an attempt to support herself, the other flying to her busted lip. Her eyes were squinted in pain, tears dampening her eyelashes. She parted her fingers from her lip, and upon seeing fresh blood, she averted her eyes to Harry in shock.
He stood towering above her, his broad chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. His knuckles were red and swollen from striking a woman's skin. His face showed no remorse, only anger, and a sort of satisfaction for showing her his dominant position in their relationship. He clenched his fists and curled his lips into a fierce snarl.
Time resumed at a normal pace. Lina scrambled to grasp the counter to hoist herself up off the dirty, cold floor. "Harry…" she whispered, her wide blue eyes moistening. She looked at him with a pleading expression, begging him to explain what he did and why he did it. The pain in her lip had started to subside, but the throbbing and swelling had not ceased. Harry suddenly grabbed her arms and yanked her to him, her face inches from his.
"I told you not to ever speak his name again! EVER!" he roared, his voice rattling her ears. She felt his hands squeeze her arms tighter with every word, and she squealed in pain. He tossed her away, and she gripped the edge of the counter again. Harry turned away from her quickly, ran his hands through his hair, and bolted off to their bedroom.
Lina stood silently, leaning against the linoleum surface. Her breathing was shallow, her reddish brown hair askew. She gently pressed her fingers to her lip, and winced when the soreness struck. The blood tasted metallic and bitter on her tongue, and she started to think about what just occurred. It had been months ever since Ron had left Hermione for a simple muggle girl, leaving his family astounded and alone. It had torn Hermione apart, and even after many visits for tea and consolation, she still was a broken woman without him. Harry was enraged, and forbade Lina to ever speak of him again. At least, when Harry was around to hear it.
But something was wrong, and Lina had sensed it. This was maybe her second offense, and at the first one Harry had disappeared for two days, leaving in a raging and screaming fit. When he was returned, he was cold and hard, and barely showed affection towards her. Ever since Ron left, Harry had grown aloof and less sympathetic. Even though he had lived with no parents, was raised by bitter guardians, and had suffered the loss of many friends and people who truly cared for him, he still managed to be just as caring and valiant, and had successfully managed to suppress his demons. However, this even had turned Harry into something mean and hateful. Something angry, coarse and rough. This was not the man Lina fell in love with.
The blood had finally clotted, and Lina was brought back to the present by the aching of her bare feet. She cautiously tiptoed to the bedroom, where she found Harry asleep. In the bathroom she cleaned and healed with wound with a healing charm. She washed her hands of the blood and fixed her tangly hair, and gingerly slipped under the covers, facing away from her husband.
"What has happened to him?" she thought silently as a salty, warm tear rolled down her nose.
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