I open my eyes, blinded by a bright light. The first thing that I'm aware of is the pounding pain in my head. The next thing I'm aware of comes when my vision clears. Scorpius is sitting beside me, grey eyes wide awake and alert. He's alive.

I want to jump for joy, however I don't think I could get to my feet if I tried. I want to launch myself into his arms and bury my face in his chest. I try to sit up, but Scorpius stops me.

"Scor?" I ask him, dazed.

He nods, "I'm here."

"How?" I choke out. I look at him amazed. He's an angel. He's my angel. "You were dead. You weren't moving. You were gone."

I start to cry. Tears rush down my cheeks, one after another. They burn the back of my throat and Scorpius, startled to see me cry, pulls my hand into his lap. He bends over me, shielding me from the bright sun.

"Shh," He hushes me, "I was never gone or dead. I'm here. I'm here and I'm not leaving you."

After I cry for an embarrassingly long amount of time, Scorpius wipes away the last tear. He frowns when his skin comes in contact with mine and says, "You're burning up again, Red."

I look up at him, not concerned at all with my well-being. "How are you still alive? I saw the wound at your chest."

I look at his chest, and see that there is no gaping hole this time.

"When I woke up, I took a potion that stopped my bleeding and another healing potion. And then I saw you." He explains carefully, "Lily, the Cornucopia caught fire after you killed Molly. You were close enough to it that you were burned as well."
I look down at my hands. Burns cover them, and they're hot to the touch. I look at Scorpius alarmed.

"Does my whole body look like this?" I ask him.

He shakes his head, "No, your brothers and Charlie sent numerous parachutes with burn ointment. I used the majority of it on your worst burns, your face and your neck. Both are healed now to the same state they were in before you were burned, but your hands and a few other places are still not quite as healed. Luckily, your jumpsuit protected the majority of your body. But…" He trails off.

I raise my eyebrows at him, "But what?"

"Your head is really hurt, Lily. I've tried to move it as little as possible when I was treating your burns, but I'm not sure that it did a lot of good. You were out for two days. I was beginning to think you were never going to wake up. Your head just won't stop bleeding, and it's so swelled up. What all happened to you?"

I shake my head, and wince at the movement. He's right, I really am injured. "I don't want to talk about it, it's over now." He swallows hard at my words. We're still here in the arena, it's not over yet. I look at him, "Why did you save me? Only one of us can make it out of here, Scor. Why would you save me?"

Angrily, I sit up. He looks at me surprised and says, "Because I'm not leaving here without you. Now please baby, please lay back down."

I don't listen to him, even though my head is spinning and I feel like I might vomit from the sudden movement.

"You should have just let me die, I don't want to go out this way, with my head hurting like this until I succumb to the pain. Only one of us is going to make it out of here, you should just end it now." I implore him. When he doesn't react, I clench my fists in anger. "You don't get it, Scor! Both of us aren't going to go home, and you need to go home to your family! Your Astoria and Draco's only son, they will be heartbroken if you don't go. Please, please go home for me."

He wraps his arms around me, and holds me tightly in his arms. I am so angry with him. He needs to go home! I thought he was dead and instead he brings me back! If I had known he was still alive I would have let the Cornucopia crush me completely. I would've killed Molly and then taken the same knife and slit my own throat, if I had known.

"I'm not losing you." Is all that he says.

After a long bout of silence I say, "They'll pick for us. Voldemort and his gamemaker and the Death Eaters control this arena, and they will never let the both of us live. If you don't let me go soon enough, they'll pick one of us and kill the other."

He shakes his head, "I'll hold you like this for as long as I have to, then they won't be able to kill one of us without killing the other."

I laugh. It's a laugh of pure insanity. Tears cloud my vision once more, "Scor, that's insane!"

He holds me tighter against his chest, holding my head steady and upright. He was right about laying down, my head is screaming for relief and I wish I was dead. With every fiber in my body I wish I was dead.

"Just please try to get better, and then we'll figure it out," He quietly says.

I shake my head and rest it against his shoulder. He relaxes a bit, and strokes my hair.

"You're certifiably insane," I tell him, closing my eyes once more. "I love you. Please remember that for the rest of your life."

He takes a deep breath, sighing heavily. "I won't need to remember, because you'll be around to remind me every single day."

I roll my eyes, "Damn you for being so stubborn."

He chuckles heartily, and soon I drift off back to sleep.

When I wake again, it's night. I'm lying on the ground, and Scorpius is applying burn ointment to my skin. He applies it to my hand, my arms, the top of my chest, and my shins. His touch on my burns is painful, but the ointment is cool and soothing. His breath fans across my face, cooling the skin there as well.

He reaches inside his pack and hands me a bottle of water, "Here."

I take it and drink, grateful to have something to dull the dryness of my throat. Scorpius presses his hand to my forehead again. He frowns and says, "You have a fever still."

I look up at him and say, "Scorpius, why haven't they sent anything for my head? They sent all of the burn ointment, but no healing potion specialized for my head, and no blood stopping potion to make the swelling go down."

He sighs heavily, "It's more expensive than burn ointment is, Lily. Much more expensive. Even healers in St Mungo's are only allowed access to the potions that you need on rare occasions. Potions specialized for your head are very difficult to make, they're much more complex than the standard healing potion, since the head potion is dealing with your brain."

"That's what we're waiting for isn't it?" I ask him, "Once the potions come in then we can decide how to get out of here."

He nods, sighing heavily. He runs his hand through his dark blonde hair, then he kisses the top of my head, "Not to worry, it will come soon."

As the night drags on, it gets harder and harder for me to breathe. My head is constantly being tortured with the pain, and the swelling only continues to grow. My vision goes black for several minutes at a time, and when my vision finally returns the pain in my head only increases. I am a prisoner, trapped in the pain of my own brain.

I cough, and vomit up the small amount of water I had managed to keep down. Scorpius rolls me over, so that I don't choke on my own vomit. He keeps my hair off my face and rubs circles in my back. I'm thankful he's here beside me, there's no one else I would rather take care of me on my deathbed.

"Scor," I choke out, and he hushes me.

"It's alright," He says quietly, a tear sliding down his face.

At this point, he must have realized what I've known since I woke up and saw him alive. I'm going to die. My body is starting to feel numb, the pain in my head is overwhelming me, taking me over and it's never going to give me back. The sun is starting to rise, and I look straight up. I want to see the fake manufactured sunrise. A chrome object is floating down from the sky, headed towards us.

"Scor," I whisper, my voice barely audible.

He looks at me, then looks in the direction of where I'm looking. I've never seen him look so happy. His face lights up, and he scrambles to his feet. He runs towards it, catching it before it has a chance to land. He drops to his knees eager beside me, and opens the chrome tube. A wide grin spreads across his face as he pulls out a flask with a note from Charlie, James and Albus.

"For the swelling and the bleeding for inside her head," He reads to me, "Bottoms up."

He opens the small flask and props my head up. I drink the entirety of the potion quickly. The effect is instantaneous. My head tingles warmly as all of the blood that was causing my head to swell rushes down my throat. I roll over and vomit it all up, thankful to puke for once. My head still tingles moments after as the potion finishes it's job. My head isn't completely healed, there is no doubt that I at the very least have a concussion. But for now, the immediate threat to my life is gone.

"Thank you James, Albus, Charlie," Scorpius whispers as he watches me sit up, "I will never be able to repay you enough."

I stand up, and wrap my arms around Scorpius. He holds me tight. Even though I'm still dizzy, and there is still a dull pain in my head, I'm much better.

He pulls back to look at me, "You're going to be alright now?"

I nod and he picks me up off my feet and holds me tight against him. He kisses my neck, my cheeks, my forehead my nose, and finally he places a light kiss on my lips. He smiles brilliantly, holding me even tighter. I'm suddenly aware of how sore I am as he squeezes me against him, but I don't say a word.

But then, a voice breaks our precious moment together.

"Attention tributes," The gamemaker's voice booms across the arena, "One of you must die. Either you choose, or we do."

"We won't choose," Scorpius says, "Neither of us are going to die."

"Either you choose, or we will take out the life that is owed to us from both of your families." The gamemaker threatens.

I pull a knife from the holster that sits at my hips. Scorpius moves to yank it out of my hands, but I hold up my hand. He needs to listen, "I won't let my family suffer and I won't let yours either. One of us has to survive, so that our families can. They need their victor."

"No," Scorpius says, pulling out his own knife. "No."

He holds it against his heart, and I move to hold my knife against my chest as well. I look at him pleading, "Scorpius, please. Please, go home. Please. This is all we'll ever have, so I'll die so that you can live."

He shakes his head, "You die, I die."

"They have to have their victor, Scorpius, please." I implore him, "Please you could have such a wonderful life outside of this arena."

He shakes his head. Tears well up in his eyes, but he's firm in his resolve. He knows what he's going to do, "They don't have to have their victor, Lily."

I look at him in surprise, "Are you sure?"

He nods.

"On three," I say.

I'm surprisingly calm for someone who is about to die. But they have to have their victor… And if Scorpius and I both are going to kill ourselves, then maybe… I try to kill the hope growing inside of me, blossoming like a dangerous flower. It'll only hurt more in the end.

I hold my knife to my neck, this will be a quicker death than straight through the heart. I could miss as well, seeing that I'm stabbing myself this time. Scorpius moves to copy me, holding his own knife against his neck.

"One," I whisper.

"I love you," He tells me.

"Two," I whisper, my voice cracking. "I love you as well."

I take one last look into his grey eyes, and then I press the blade against my neck and say, "Thr-"

"Wait! Stop!" The gamemaker urgently says. The blade nicks the side of my neck, but I hold it there. Scorpius does the same, but his hands are shaking while mine are steady. "Ladies and gentleman, may I present to you the winners of the 11th annual Wizarding Games."

We wait a few seconds to see if it's a trick, but when we hear the helicopter approach, we know it's not. I toss my knife to the ground, and Scorpius does the same. I rush to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and holding tightly.

Is this real?

But when I raise my head, and Scorpius' lips press against mine, I know it's real.

We break apart quickly as the helicopter's ladder descends down. We are both eager to get out of this arena, where so many unspeakable things occurred. Scorpius and I both grab onto the ladder at the same time, to make sure that it doesn't fly away without one of us. I climb first, and he shadows my every movement.

When we reach the top, we're ushered in. Once we're both safely inside, a needle is injected into our arms, and the world suddenly goes dark.