As we walked through the catacombs, I kept my guns in front of me. Hearing whimpers from broken souls, I didn't weaken or break. Harry softly choked. I looked towards him, a girl was walking towards him, her hands held out to his neck. Another shot ran out, and the girl let out a pitching scream, causing Harry to fall to his knees, gripping his ears. "Get up, or they'll get to you faster." I said, softly. He looked up at me, his eyes red.
"I need to get out," He said, before he heaved, and was sick. I tore my eyes away from him. I didn't have time for his antics.
"Get up Potter," I said, grabbing the back of his cloak. He was cold.
"Potter?" I said, looking down at him. His eyes were white, and he looked up at me. "Govette?" He asked, reaching out towards me.
"Come to me, Govette." He said, but his voice was slurred and almost as if he was in pain, he let out a scream, tearing at his cloak. He was being possessed, and I knew by who.
"Let him be, Draco!" I yelled, loudly and the figure stepped from within Harry, becoming soild.
"No longer hung up on Potter anymore? Hmm," He said, scratching at the stubble on his chin with a dirty fingernail as he walked towards me, drawing a finger across my chin. I cocked my gun, and pointed it towards his neck.
"Step back." I said, my eyes narrowed. He merely chuckled.
"Guns? That's pathetic. What happened to the girl I knew?" He said, drawing me close, rubbing his cheek against mine.
"I've missed you, Govette. Be my bride..I'll keep you close, and safe..Something Potter would never be able to do," He said, into my ear, as if melodic. I brought the gun back and hit him across the face, and he fell, spitting a few teeth out onto the already bone-covered floor.
"Lovely," He said, wiping blood from his cheek, and I heard Harry's teeth start to chatter in the cold. I'd have to leave Draco behind for now. I hefted Harry into my arms, and he halfconsented before he choked out a 'No!' and shoved back at me, pointing at Draco, lunging at him as Draco plunged a dagger deep into Harry's right shoulder. Immediately, I felt a wave of anger fall over me, like a bad omen. I cocked my gun and pointed it at Draco's shoulder, shooting about four times until a reasonable hole was there. Draco smirked, digging his finger into the bleeding hole, scooping the pellets onto the floor. He healed.
"Didn't you know, my Vette, that your Father made me his apprentice? To kill you, my lovely bride?" He said, in a soft cooing voice. Harry began to shake roughly, and I ignored Draco, grabbing onto Harry as I felt another Demon drag at my cloak, and shot him before apparating him to St. Mungos.
I sobbed on Harry's bedside. What had I done wrong? I hadn't watched over him – I hadn't cared enough. Ginny showed up, and did nothing but scold me, making me feel even worse. That night, I watched the beeping monitors, as the sleeping man's body was poked and prodded throughout the night, but he didn't make a sound. I woke up the next morning to soft speaking voices. "You should wake her." "No, wait. She needs her rest." My eyes opened slowly, and I noticed the bed was empty. My heart clenched in panic. Where was he? Pulling back the curtain, I saw no one. Tears streaming down my face, I fell to my knees. My shoulders shook with emotions. Suddenly I heard footsteps,
"Oh get up, Adams." I heard a joking voice behind me. It sounded so much like Harry's voice. I didn't bother to look up, and I felt a hand fall on my shoulder.
"Govette, please stop crying. It'll only make me feel worse." It was Harry's voice! I jumped up, melting for a few moments, grabbing Harry and drawing him close, burying my head into his cloak, hearing his heartbeat. He slowly moved his hand around my back, letting his hand rest on my waist before the other disappeared into my hair.
"I woke up this morning, and I was so angry because I hadn't been there to help you. But you were there, beside me. Sitting, a worried brow. My little Govette, was the one pulling me through. My heart stopped four times in the night. But I remembered you, and I couldn't let go. I couldn't let you be alone. I love you."
I love you.
Those words echoed within my mind and I collapsed to my knees. Harry kept me from dropping. I stared up at him, my fingers gathered in his cloak. Harry tried to pull a joking smile, before he said.
"But you know, since Seventh Year, your feelings have deteorated. Maybe mine have to. I love you as a friend." He stated, and helped me to my feet. I felt like bitterly weeping.
Once Harry and I had pulled it together, we were on our way to Ireland. My home.
I took a deep breath of the brisk air and shuddered happily. Harry shivered.
"Bloody hell it's cold." I looked at him, and I walked towards our hotel. A rather snazzy one, with a nicely lit up sign. My boots tapped on cobblestone, and I could faintly hear a voice.
Govette. Govette. Govette. Govette. Govette. It kept whispering, into my head. Harry gripped my hand.
"I'm freezing. I can't wait for a nice warm bath," He said, shivering.
I heard the bathtub going as I took off my clothes and cleaned them with a simple spell, slipping into my tanktop again and sliding under the covers. We had separate beds, which was a plus. I curled against the pillow and I heard a gentle voice. Harry's voice. "Goodnight, Govette. Sleep well, darling."