A/N: My turn
Harry POV
When I woke up this time, I was only too grateful to notice two things: one, I was in Boom's bed and two, she was there. I struggled to cross the small distance to her, feeling the tell-tale sting in my eyes. Boom met me halfway, wrapping her arms around me and crying into my neck, kissing it in between her sobs and mine.
I could be weak with Boom, I could be broken with Boom. I allowed it then, and all the rage, sadness and hopelessness gathered and spilled out of me. I clung to her, squeezing the delicate and sturdy body as I screamed and cried- Boom's arms never loosened.
"Hush my child, my beloved, oh my darling. I am so sorry. He will never touch you again. I will kill him. He will suffer…"
That was all I could decipher from the words muffled against my throat. She switched between English and Psykyran, sobbing even as we held each other tightly, screaming out our anguish.
Boom fell asleep before I did, her legs and mine tangled together, her tail wrapped around my middle. I smiled down at her, combing my fingers through messy brown locks. I was still seething, but Boom was right- he would pay.
I would make sure of it.
