Harry had long since tucked the unconscious girl into his bed and was pacing the length of his small bedroom, wondering what to do. Voldemort had wanted this girl to use her as a weapon of some kind, that much he knew, but how would he have used her? What power did she possess that could make her a danger or help to either himself or Voldemort? It was madness!
Sighing, Harry looked at the time. It was 4:23 in the morning. Giving up on the thought of trying to get some sleep, Harry slipped quietly from the room and went to the bathroom. When he saw his own reflection in the mirror, Harry stared. His eyes were blackened from where Dudley's gang had beaten him and there was a scar above his brow where the gash had been. Harry lifted up the baggy, black t-shirt he had worn to bed and examined the black and blue bruises on his ribs. Groaning with the stiffness of every movement, Harry undressed and hopped into the shower. It was going to be a long day. He had to work out what he was going to tell the Order without them taking her away from him to protect her. Meanwhile, he had to keep his newly acquired 'sister' a secret from the Dursleys, lest they have a fit. Turning off the hot water, Harry dried himself and dressed in some jeans and one of Dudley's old t-shirts. Giving his hair one last dry off, he left the bathroom and entered his bedroom. The girl was still sleeping.
Running a comb through his hair, he snuck back out of the room. It had occurred to him that he ought to sneak some breakfast into the room before the Dursleys woke up, so he crept down the stairs, careful to avoid the creaking step, and made his way to the kitchen. He buttered two bread rolls and washed two apples before sneaking back up to his room. It was around five in the morning and he laid the food on his desk. Taking up a piece of parchment and a quill, Harry wrote:
Dumbledore,
I had a vision this morning that I find rather disturbing, mainly because it has come back, literally, to haunt me. I learned of a secret prophecy but I do not think it would be wise for me to write it in case this letter is intercepted. Anyway, Voldemort had the four children that he'd taken from Diagon Alley and he read the prophecy. Then he touched each child. With the first three nothing happened, so the Death Eaters killed them. But when Voldemort was about to touch the fourth child, she looked directly at me and said, "Help me, Harry".
I did precisely that, but Voldemort touched her and a lock of her dark hair turned white as she screamed in pain. Well, it ended up with Voldemort doing the cruciatus on me before I woke up here at Privet Drive again. But that's not all. She was here with me.
She is still unconscious but I think she'll be ok. I am hiding her from the Dursleys but I do insist that she stay here with me. If you knew the prophecy you would understand.
Harry
PS: I was wondering if you could find out who she is. I would like verily for her to come to Hogwarts but I do not know a thing about her. Please keep me informed of the activity of Lord Voldemort and I hope to see you or somebody from the Order to keep me sane.
Finishing the letter, Harry rolled it up and tied it to Hedwig's outstretched leg.
"Take this to Dumbledore, and hurry. I will have some other messages for you when you get back". When Hedwig was out of sight, Harry pulled out another piece of parchment and wrote a formal letter to the Minister of Magic, asking his permission to practice magic in order to learn to protect himself from Lord Voldemort. He added delicately that it was the Dark Lord's utmost goal to have him murdered mercilessly and bid him good health before writing yet another letter to Gringotts to have a portion of his money exchanged into muggle money and sent to him. Then he sighed and stretched. When he received his money from Gringotts and the girl had awoken, he intended to sneak her out of the house and take her to buy some new clothes. Earlier, he had checked to see if she had her wand only to find that the only belongings on her were her clothes and they appeared too small for her and tattered.
"Potter! Go and make breakfast! I want bacon and eggs! Now!" Harry heard his cousin stomping towards his door and, thinking fast, pulled the blankets over the girl's head, sitting and leaning back against her as though she were a pillow. The door burst open and Harry assumed a relaxed position, pretending he had been merely sitting and looking out of the window the whole time. The sun had risen by this time and Harry was actually surprised to see his large cousin would bother to get up so early. Then again, hunger always beat away all thought of sleep for Dudley so it was probably the fact that he could make Harry treat him to whatever he wanted without his parents ever finding out. Dudley hissed at Harry so that his parents wouldn't overhear, "And I want that with pancakes and chips too". He then proceeded to the bathroom.
Harry felt movement coming from the bed and he quickly jumped up, pulling back the blankets to see the girl staring back at him brightly. "Harry!" was all she said before pulling him into a tight cuddle. Harry was so surprised that he fell over and blushed.
When she released him, which took an awful lot of convincing, he asked, "Err, who are you exactly? I mean, what is your name?"
"Cyradis," she answered shyly.
"Well, Cyradis, how old are you?" Harry asked nicely, trying to make her feel comfortable around him and help her 'come out of her protective shell'.
"Same as you," she spoke quietly, her eyes never leaving his. I'm hungry
Harry gasped. Her lips had not moved when she said this.
You are telepathic? he thought to himself but Cyradis seemed to hear him, for her eyes twinkled in amusement.
Yes she replied but only to you, Harry
Harry goggled at her and she frowned slightly at his gaze. "Sorry," he said sheepishly, shaking himself from his stupor and going to the desk. He came back with the apples and buns, handing one of each to Cyradis. "So, err, where are you from?" Harry took a bite out of his apple from where he sat on his desk chair.
"Here and there. I don't really remember my childhood but as far as I can tell, I have been convincing people that my voice in their heads was their conscience and they seemed to feel guilty and take me in".
Harry could not help but laugh at the thought of people thinking their crimes had come back to kick them in the arse. That was certainly a 'different' way of getting what you wanted. So, what were you doing at Diagon Alley before Voldemort took you?" he asked, still smiling.
"Just looking. Sometimes people would feel sorry for me and give me food and one old lady gave me some clothes that used to belong to her daughter," she indicated the tattered, old dress robes.
Harry noticed that she did not seem comfortable with speaking and he got the impression that she was not used to using the words that she spoke. "Don't you have any friends or family?" he asked sadly.
"You are my friend and family now," she said brightly, smiling fondly at him.
"You understood the prophecy?" he asked in surprise.
"Yes. I always understand, even when words are not spoken to be understood," her green eyes were bright and innocent and he found her smile infectious as they just sat and looked at each other for a while. Her hair was as dark as his own, minus the white lock, and her startling, green eyes mirrored his. Other than that, she was just as skinny and was the same height as himself, her skin the same fairness and the only really obvious differences being that they were the opposite sex, Harry had the telltale lightning bolt scar on his forehead and Cyradis had a white lock of hair at her brow.
Dudley stomping out of the bathroom interrupted these thoughts. Cyradis seemed already to understand what was going on and ducked under the bed covers as Harry sat on the bed once more, carefully hiding his pathetic breakfast. He had not counted on Dudley waking up early but he reasoned that there wouldn't have been any point in sneaking out without money anyway.
"Why haven't you made my breakfast yet?" Dudley demanded threateningly.
"Dudley," Harry said irritably, "what makes you think I am not going to slip poison into your breakfast?"
Dudley went straight to his parent's bedroom with a loud, "Mum! Dad! Harry's threatening to do you know what and kill me!"
Harry muttered a few choice curses under his breath and was about to hurry down to the kitchen when Hedwig flew back in through the window. "That was quick," Harry commented and was disappointed to find no reply attached to her leg. He quickly went to his desk and chose the one to Gringotts first. He tied it to Hedwig's leg and watched her fly away before facing Uncle Vernon's wrath.
"I warned you, freak!"
"Aw, that's a bit harsh," Harry muttered so that his Uncle couldn't hear. This definitely couldn't turn out good.
"What is the meaning of this?" Vernon demanded, his face varying in shades of purple and his small eyes shooting around the room dangerously.
For a moment, Harry feared that his uncle had seen Cyradis and was prepared to do some pretty rash things to protect her. Then he remembered his new furniture and didn't feel any better about the situation.
"Go to your cupboard!" Vernon was struggling to formulate coherent words as he restrained himself from beating the life out of Harry.
Harry didn't want to leave Cyradis, "Why?" he blurted.
Uncle Vernon grabbed a handful of Harry's hair and threw him out of the room. As Harry tried to stand to defend himself, Uncle Vernon kicked him in the ribs and he fell down the stairs. At the landing, he lay there dazed, having hit his head a number of times on his way down. Everything looked foggy and Uncle Vernon's form coming down the stairs was blurred so that Harry had to squint to recognise him. Shaking his head and ignoring the pain he felt all over, Harry abandoned his missing glasses and scrambled to his feet, fumbling in his pocket for his wand.
"No you don't!" Vernon picked Harry up bodily and threw him into a wall. The wind was knocked out of him and he lay there, gasping for breath. His wand had slipped from his grasp and was on the floor near Vernon's feet. Vernon grabbed the collar of his dark shirt and was dragging him along the floor. He stopped at the cupboard under the stairs and opened it, shoving Harry in before closing and locking the door.
There was complete darkness. Harry couldn't make out a single thing; even if he had his glasses, and kept getting caught in spider webs as he tried to stand in the cramped space. He was furious at himself for not being able to defend himself against a mere muggle and worried that they would find Cyradis. Thus it was that the pain in his concussed head became too much and he slipped out of consciousness.
"Harry?" a voice spoke on the edge of Harry's consciousness.
His eyes flickered open and he briefly wondered why he was laying flat on his back in a dusty cupboard. He sat up quickly, "Cyradis?" He still could not see and reached out a hand to grab the form in front of him, his eyes looking like that of a blind man.
"Calm down, Harry. Where is she?" Harry recognised the voice of Dumbledore and instinctively sensed Cyradis. "Hiding. I think she still in my room," Harry's words slurred slightly and he felt vague. He clung to Dumbledore relentlessly until another form entered his line of vision, or lack thereof.
"Harry. It's Remus. Let go of Dumbledore. He will go and find Cyradis," the form in question said calmly, easing Harry's grasp off of the headmaster.
"I can't see. Do you know where my glasses are?" Harry spoke numbly.
"Accio spectacles," Remus muttered. "Erm, Harry..."
"What is it?" Harry asked cautiously. He didn't like not being able to see. "Have you got my glasses?"
"A small portion of them, I suppose". There was a scream from up the stairs.
"Cyradis!" Harry was suddenly feeling completely alert. He jumped to his feet and sprinted past a number of Order members that he could not see. He bolted up the stairs and burst into his own bedroom to see Cyradis curled up in a ball in the corner with Dumbledore kneeling before her. Harry ran to her and she wrapped her arms around him wordlessly. "Hey, wait a minute! I can see!" Harry exclaimed, only noticing for the first time.
Cyradis pulled away from him, still holding onto his hand, and looked into his eyes, That is because I am your eyes and you will only truly see in my presence her words reverberated in his mind.
How do you know this? Harry asked without speaking.
I see all was all she said before she once again wrapped her arms around him.
Dumbledore had watched as Harry and Cyradis gazed into each other's eyes for a brief moment before resuming to cuddling. There was an amused twinkle in his eyes when Harry turned to him, blushing slightly. Harry realised how it must have looked to anyone watching and smiled in embarrassment. Then he blushed even further as he noticed that all of his rescuing Order members were watching the exchange from his bedroom door. "Uh, everyone, this is my twin sister, Cyradis," he had decided earlier on that that was, practically, what they were; twins.
Everyone stared. Dumbledore frowned and Remus looked plain shocked. Everyone was silent and Harry was glad when all was interrupted by the arrival of Hedwig. Harry stood and went to his desk with Cyradis hanging onto his arm. He untied the leather purse from the snowy owl's leg and attached his letter to the Minister of Magic.
Dumbledore cleared his voice as Hedwig flew out of the window. "Well, I suppose we need to talk, Harry, about your rather... interesting ... letter," he said in a business-like tone.
Harry looked at the members of the Order, wondering if they were supposed to hear.
"It's alright, Harry. I have confided in the Order of the Pheonix to keep this information to themselves and it is no longer a great secret if Voldemort knows and he certainly seems to," Dumbledore had that twinkle in his eyes as he watched Harry. The boy had dried blood from his nose and dark circles under his eyes, which made the headmaster terribly empathetic and sad just then, but at the same time he did not appear dejected and hurt by his relative's abuse. It was almost as though he found a great comfort and sense of belonging in the presence of his 'sister'?
"Voldemort spoke of a secret Prophecy," Harry searched his memories to remember, "It was about me when he tried to kill me as a baby. Apparently, when the killing curse hit me, I was split in two and Cyradis is my other half. Other than that, he said something about her being the Night Mage and wanting to use her as a weapon against the light and, I guess, me," Harry ended off thoughtfully, frowning at the floor.
Cyradis tugged on his arm and he looked into her eyes, I am only half of the Night Mage. I, also, am incomplete
Does that mean that Voldemort's plan wouldn't have worked?
No. If he used me, I would never have been able to kill you directly, although the only ones with enough power to do so are Voldemort and myself. If one of us dies, we both die, so that doubles Voldemort's chances of defeating the light. All he needs is one of us and it is all over.
So, what's the good news?"
You are the protector and my champion. It is your destiny to defeat Voldemort and protect me or die and fail. You have yet to unleash the better part of you power and, with training and my insight, you will be as my bodyguard. You are the sword that protects me and I am your eyes. As long as we are together, we are complete and almost unstoppable.
Almost?
Where you are lacking in sight by your eyes and mind, I have that advantage, but I am vulnerable to attack. We need one another to survive the darkness, for my eyes can see through the darkness and I will guide you through the darkness she smiled fondly at him.
Someone cleared their throat and Harry looked back the Order members, "Sorry," he blushed, "She was just explaining to me about us".
"She's a telepath?" asked Tonks, her hair spiky hot pink.
"Err, we can talk to each other in our minds if we look into each other's eyes," Harry explained, trying to get used to the fact that he would never be far from this female again. He explained to them all what Cyradis had just told him and occasionally she would catch Harry's attention and silently tell him things. For some reason, Cyradis would not talk to anyone but him and behaved extremely uncomfortably and timid around anyone else, even Tonks, who was constantly beaming at her and waving.
"Harry, I think you should come back to the Order for a few days. Cyradis may stay with you as I am sure I could not part you even if I wanted to," he smiled knowingly at Harry pulled out his wand.
Cyradis hid behind Harry the entire time as Dumbledore summoned all of Harry's belongings and shrunk them. Harry pocketed his wand.
"What happened to the Dursleys?" Harry asked, not particularly caring and yet hoping they were feeling at least some discomfort.
"They were taken care of," was all the information Dumbledore released before they all went downstairs.
Harry saw them floating limply in the air in the middle of the dining room and smiled darkly.
"I believe you will be needing this," Dumbledore handed Snape an old tennis ball. "I will be with you shortly".
Everyone, Snape, Remus, Mundungus and Kingsley Shacklebolt, reached out and touched a finger to the portkey. Harry followed and held on tightly to Cyradis with his other arm.
Dumbledore said, "Sweets," and they were pulled sharply from that location. When their feet hit the ground, Harry and Cyradis lost their balance and fell, Cyradis still clinging to Harry. Remus reached out to help them up. He grasped one of Harry's hands and one of Cyradis' and was about to pull them up when, to everyone's shock, Cyradis screamed as though she were being tortured. She pulled away from the werewolf and curled up, sobbing, on the floor of number 12 Grimmauld Place. She had her head in her hands and was rocking back and forth, not unlike to Dobby in distress.
Harry went to her, naturally. He took her in his arms and said, "What's wrong? What happened?"
Cyradis looked up at him, her face tear stained, and her eyes watery from crying. Harry looked into those eyes that mirrored his own and jumped to his feet with a cry. "What the-?" he stared at Remus, who looked worried, and then he looked back down at Cyradis. When he had looked into her eyes, he had seen Moony's worst ever experience and it was truly horrible. Images of his father's best friend's first ever transformation into a werewolf had flickered in his mind. Harry felt a sinking feeling in his stomach as he suspected that Cyradis had felt the pain Moony had felt and he looked into her eyes.Why did you see that?
It is my weakness. I see all. Please don't let anyone else touch me her eyes pleaded with him.
Harry made that promise and once again held her. He then looked back to Remus, feeling as though he owed the poor guy an explanation. He was looking haunted and fearful for Cyradis, as though he thought it was his own fault that she was in pain. "It wasn't you, Remus," Harry explained as he noticed others had entered the room, inspecting the cause of the disturbance. "When Cyradis touched you, she saw and felt your worst memory," Harry winced at what he had glimpsed and gave him a pitying look.
Remus had gone stark white. He groaned and dropped his head in his hands, mumbling, "I wouldn't wish that experience on my worst enemy".
Cyradis recovered in the time she spent cuddling Harry, which took up the better part of that day. He then led her to the bathroom, where Mrs Weasley had drawn a nice hot bath and left a pile of clean clothing for her. Harry stared when she came out clean and wearing magenta robes. When Cyradis refused to go within five feet of Mrs Weasley, she forced him to brush her hair, supervising every stroke for over half an hour. They spent the rest of the day discussing the magical world and reading books until Mrs Weasley called them down to dinner. Everyone greeted Harry and gave Cyradis a kind smile, except for Snape who was still seething over the thought of two Potters at once. Cyradis had a firm grip on Harry's right arm and only let go when they sat down at the table, at which point her chair was quite close to Harry's and she ate very little, looking nowhere but down at the table and at Harry.
Harry worried about Cyradis' behaviour. The thought of her clinging to him and never speaking to anyone else made him cringe. Sure, he was fond of her, but he didn't want to spend every waking moment with her practically attached to him. After dinner, Dumbledore informed Harry and his other half that she would be going to Hogwarts.
"However, I am uncertain as to which year to place you in. I would assume that you have no former education and, therefore, have a lot of catching up to do," Dumbledore's eyes twinkled in amusement.
Cyradis glanced at Harry, I am uncertain as to how to answer this but perhaps it would be best if I started from the beginning and caught up
"She thinks that she should start as a first year because she doesn't really know anything and that perhaps she could progress from there," Harry informed the headmaster, "Personally, I think she should be able to go through each year faster than other students until she is up to my year". Harry smiled wryly, "If she is my 'mental' half than she should be at least as smart as Hermione, I guess".
"Very well. When you receive your letters, someone from the Order will take you both to Diagon Alley. In the meantime, you will be taken back to your Aunt and Uncle's tomorrow morning. They have been firmly warned not to mistreat either of you and if you should find yourself in trouble with them again, they will be reminded," at this, Dumbledore's tone seemed to darken, indicating that their being reminded would not be altogether pleasant.
A thought occurred to Harry. "Sir, how did you know that I was in trouble those times?"
Dumbledore came out of his dark thoughts and smiled at Harry. "There was a charm in your glasses. Each time they were broken, we knew that you were in some kind of trouble, though sometimes it takes a while longer than it ought to for someone to come because we are short of members. I am sorry to say that it took us a number of hours to react to the signal this last time due to the fact that Voldemort has taken it into his own hands to cause havoc".
"What happened?" Harry jumped up from his seat.
Dumbledore looked wearily away from Harry's eyes, "He attacked a muggle shopping centre. Thirty-eight died. We were too late".
Dumbledore was startled out of his mournful state when Harry punched a wall. Harry was just as surprised as Dumbledore when his fist went clean through the wall and he pulled it back out. A large splintered chunk of wood was wedged in between Harry's knuckles and blood was running down his arm. Harry stared at it. He felt no pain.
"Harry..." Dumbledore started but suddenly Snape and Remus burst into the room with their wands raised.
"Professor, what-?" Snape began to ask but then he spotted Harry's hand. Remus was frowning at the hole in the wall and then looked to Cyradis. She seemed to be in pain as she held onto Harry's shoulder. Her right hand hung limply by her side, shaking, whilst Harry's right hand had a chunk of wood wedged into it and he seemed to be in no pain at all. Before Remus could go forward to help them, Cyradis closed her eyes and concentrated. Slowly, the chunk of wood oozed out of the wound in Harry's hand and dropped to the floor, then the wound began to close up and the blood simply vanished.
Everyone stared in amazement at what Cyradis had done and Harry held onto her as her shoulders slumped in exhaustion.
"Cyradis?" Harry said breathlessly, "What just happened?"
Cyradis lifted her head to look into his eyes, You are the strength of the Night Mage but I am the other half and I should not see you harmed either She placed her palm over her heart, I love you as a brother, Harry. As long as we are together, everything will be all right she then wrapped her arms around him and laid her head on his shoulder.
"Err, Harry?" Harry looked up in surprise. He had completely forgotten others were in the room with them and could feel the colour rising in his cheeks, "Huh?"
"Would you care to enlighten us?" Professor Dumbledore asked in mere amusement.
"Oh, right," Harry said sheepishly, "Err, she said something like, as long as we are together, everything will, uh, be ok".
"Sounds pathetic, Potter," Snape sneered.
Harry blushed further. "Hey, those were not my words," he said innocently, feeling even more stupid for trying to justify himself to Snape.
"I am certain not all of your incompetence was transferred to your female doppelganger. If she is indeed your smarter half, then I would hate to think how you plan to achieve becoming an auror," he smirked.
Harry was feeling particularly pissed when Remus interrupted the little exchange. "Severus, that was entirely inappropriate and rather childish," he said disapprovingly.
"Shut up, werewolf," Snape snapped back.
"Now, now, I think it is time we all got some rest. Severus, Remus, I will see you downstairs in just a moment," Dumbledore's tone indicated that that was final and they both filed out, throwing one another dirty looks, or, at least, Snape was certainly throwing some dirty looks whilst Remus just looked disappointed at not having a chance to speak to Harry.
"Harry, I would like to have a word to you concerning the events of the past year," Dumbledore chose his words carefully.
Harry had been expecting this and, rather, dreading it. He had tried to forget what had happened so hard that it hurt even more now that he was reminded of such events. He also remembered what he had said to Dumbledore afterwards and the tears in the headmaster's eyes. Harry sighed heavily, "I'd rather not talk about it," he said tonelessly, glaring hard at the floor.
"Harry, I just want you to be happy. You haven't even asked about Ronald and Hermione. Something is obviously wrong," he said concernedly.
"I have had a lot on my mind of late, in case you hadn't noticed. First I get beaten up, then I have a vision of a secret prophesy and find that I am only a half of what I ought to be, then I get beaten up again. Isn't that enough?" Harry hated himself for speaking to the headmaster in such a tone but loathed the subject to no end. "I mean, the original prophesy was intrepid enough for me in the first place and now I have to walk around and fight off the Dark Lord with her attached to my arm," Harry's voice was rising and he hated himself even more for the way he had spoken about Cyradis. "Why can't you just leave it?" Harry stormed over to the door but it slammed in his face.
He turned on Dumbledore, "Open it!"
"Harry, as much I will admit that that was what I had intended to do, it was not I," Dumbledore spoke calmly.
"What do you mean, it wasn't-" Harry faltered as he realised the significance of the professor's words. He turned on Cyradis instead. She was still hanging off his arm but nolonger seemed as vulnerable as she always did, "Why?" Harry demanded angrily.
He wants to help you Cyradis' mind was calm, if not with a flare.
"You're all against me?" Harry shouted and spun around to face the door once again. He pulled his arm out of Cyradis' grip and punched the door solidly. It burst open and he stormed out. No sooner had he left the room than he walked straight into wall and landed flat on his back. He had, of course, completely forgotten that he could not see without being in Cyradis' presence and was, at that point, feeling completely as though the world had turned on him, as it so often did. Suddenly he could see again. He swiftly brushed Cyradis' outstretched hand aside and stormed off, being careful not to fall over or run into anything when he turned a corner in the hallway. He had one hand following the wall and another out in front of him as he proceeded down the staircase like a blind person.
"Potter, I always thought you were a-"
"Shut up, Snape!" Harry hissed vehemently as he proceeded to stumble over to a couch in the living room, almost tripping over a hearthrug in the process.
"Harry, where is Cyradis?" Remus asked. It was the first time he had seen Harry without her since he had been found unconscious in the cupboard under the stairs at the Dursley's place.
"Why does it matter?" Harry's reply was angry as he crossed his arms in a huff, "Aren't I good enough to be around without my 'other half'?" He did not mean a word he said, but the mood had taken away his sense.
"No, Potter, you are never good enough to be-"
"Shut up, Snape!" Harry felt Remus sit down next to him, "That's not what I meant, Harry, and you should know that," he spoke quietly and put a hand on his shoulder for comfort.
"I've had more than enough cuddles, Remus," Harry said hotly, nevertheless enjoying the fatherly presence of his former professor.
"Harry-" Remus began.
"Go away!" Harry said.
Remus looked hurt, then he saw that Harry had turned around and was glaring at the bottom of the staircase. He looked there also and found that Cyradis was standing there. Her face was stricken and her eyes seemed on the verge of tears. I need you
"What you need I cannot give you," Harry replied, refusing to mind-speak with her.
I love you
"You love me only as you love yourself," Harry's words seemed to have hit home because sudden tears flowed down Cyradis' pale face. Harry stared. Her tears were blood. Harry gasped as he felt pain. He clutched at his heart and winced, "Stop it!"
"Harry!" Remus was holding Harry's shoulders as he was having difficulty breathing.
Dumbledore appeared in the room, "Perhaps the two of you do not know it, but if either one of you rejects the other, the results can be catastrophic. Now stop this childishness," Dumbledore looked sternly at Harry, "Your words are killing her and yourself!"
By then Harry had near passed out and Cyradis was crying more blood. He said all that he could think of to make it stop, "I love you," and then he fell into darkness.