Incandescence
Part Five
Shades and Wraiths

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I am not making money off this. If you sue me, you'll get everything I own. Which amounts to. . . the lint in my pocket. I am also the acting medium for the Lugovalos Clan, so I suppose I own them, despite Phyrrus' protests. If you wish to correct him, please, by all means, try.

Warnings: If you haven't figured out this is slash by now, I really pity you. Yes, like the prequal, this is slash. If you don't like it, don't read it. If you flame me, I will use it to melt the snow still sitting around my house.

Author's Note: Well, last chapter was well received. I'm glad everyone liked it! I'm on break, so I'm hoping to post about three or four chapters before I head back for school. And my beta is great, so this is a beta'd chapter. Thank you PrincessXXMoonXX! Betas rock! Like always I'll ask for reviews since this is OC laden, but, as always, I'm not holding the story hostage. I appreaciate those of you that have reviewed, and I love the constructive critcism I have received. It's nice to have and helps me write. So, while I think flames are funny, I take all loving comments and constructive critcism seriously.

To Lady Halalia: Pyrotechnics was my first story posted. I have been writing various things for years and years. I'm glad you enjoyed it, and the subsequent spawning of Pyrotechnics into all of this. (which it wasn't supposed to do, but I'll shut up now because Phyrrus is laughing at me. . .)

To Shinigami's Shadow and SilverPantsSven: In this story, Bill and Charlie will probably be straight. I don't know if I'll have the Bill and Fleur paring as the books did, but I found it rather shallow in the books. But I'll let it spawn as it will and we'll see what happens.

To TheSlytherinMuggle: I had Molly flip out so badly because Percy is her tattletale, somewhat prissy, type "A" sort of child. Percy plans everything to the minute detail. She never expected something like that to happen. For Percy to jump into something like that is like. . . Severus being warm and cuddly and cute to everyone he sees. It never happens. Molly was understandably angry, and it is actually addressed more in Year Five (which I am currectly writing). I felt that having her react so badly was somehow in character for her with her child randomly getting together with a stranger he's known for like, what, a week? Thus, the reaction.

To Everyone: I'm glad you all liked this last chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one too! I'm sorry for the long notes, but I wanted to tell you all how much I appreciate your reviews! Please review again, because I love repeats too, and if you haven't reviewed, please do! I love to hear from everyone, no matter how stupid you think you might sound. After all, they all make me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I really like to get reviews! They're great! So, now that we all know how much I adore my fans. . .

ENJOY THE NEXT CHAPTER!
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The Quidditch world cup was incredibly crowded. Leon and Severus met them at their campsite, tents already erected, and Chara had a feeling they had been "broken in," so to speak, as well. But she hadn't asked so they hadn't told her and, in the end, everyone was happy that Leon kept his mouth closed.

"How are River and Rayne?" Chara had spoken to her daughters the night before, but wouldn't have a chance for the next few days since they would be away.

"They're fine." Leon waved a hand. "Pesky, but fine. Mom says they're going to be right heartbreakers, but Tiger Lily's been watching them most of the time."

"So he thinks," Severus muttered, rolling his eyes.

"I see America agreed with you," Chara looked him over, smiling. Severus looked nice, with his black hair pulled back in a tail at the base of his neck and his manner far less sour that it had been at the beginning of the year. He had also managed to get a dark tan while on the farm helping with planting, plowing, and other needs they had. A farm always had work to be done, be it mid-summer or mid-winter. From the look of him, Severus had been helping for most of it, too.

"It was nice," Severus agreed, touching his arm. Chara nodded. At the beginning of the summer, Severus' dark mark had begun returning, a sharp contrast to his normally pale skin. While he had been able to wear short-sleeves at the farm where everyone either knew his past or didn't understand the mark, he couldn't show any part of it while he was in England, especially near the vicinity of magical people. Chara knew of the mark partly because of the time she'd spent at the farm, and partly because Severus had come to her first thing to have her check it.

"Sevvie!" Sirius crowed, catching him in a hug. Remus rolled his eyes at his mate's antics and sighed. "Hello, Leon, Severus."

"Remus." Leon nodded, watching to make sure that Sirius didn't drop his lover. "What is he doing?"

"I've been asking that question for years," Remus admitted with a sigh. "I'm still not sure."

"Remmy!" Sirius protested, and Remus offered a smug smirk, turning to the rest of the pack. "Harry, why don't you, Phyrrus, and Cyrrus go fetch us some water? We'll surely need it. We're going to wait for Arthur and the rest of his lot, all right?"

The three teens nodded and headed out, nearly running into Percy and Anders as they arrived. "Eh, sorry, Anders." Phyrrus dodged the man's playful swing and hid behind Percy. A considerable effort, since Phyrrus was five inches taller than the red head.

"Begone, you foul cretin," Percy waved his hand arrogantly, and Phyrrus pretended to be warded away, scurrying off in a half crouch. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You have to teach me to do that," Harry grinned.

"It's all in the wrist," Percy's voice was still arrogant, until their eyes met and both began to laugh wildly. Phyrrus pouted and turned to look at Cyrrus for support, but Cyrrus was practicing the movement Percy had used.

"It's not working," Cyrrus whined, making Phyrrus scowl. "He's not going away."

"You must be broken," Anders nodded authoritatively. "That's the only reason it wouldn't work."

"I'm not broken!" Cyrrus growled. "You're broken!" A playful wrestling match would have broken out, but Harry waved to Percy and snagged both Cyrrus and Phyrrus by the ears and dragged them away.

"That works too," Percy nodded, grinning, and turned to greet everyone else. Chara was too busy rolling on the ground to give a proper greeting.
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By the time the three teenagers returned, the rest of the Weasely's and Hermione had arrived and settled in. Chara showed off the tent for the girls, since there were only three of them sleeping in it, and let Leon deal with the boys. "I thought we could put the younger boys in one tent and the older ones in another, but that might not work so well," Leon frowned.

"Sure it would. Anders and I, my younger brothers, Torrent, Flame, and Harry will all fit in one tent, and the rest of you can share the other."

"That's fine," Leon shrugged. "The oldest person here besides Chara is Arthur, and I don't think we'll disturb him, do you? I mean. . . I'm only thirty four. I plan to party at least once. And I know Anders will."

"Damn straight."

"Are you dragging Percy with you?"

"Hell yeah." Anders smiled. "Percy agreed to go with me before any of the even came up. Someone's got to keep me in line, after all."

Bill blinked, obviously impressed. "Percy's actually going to a party?"

"I've been living with him all summer, and you're just now hearing about this?" Percy raised an eyebrow, and Bill stared in astonishment.

"You've been to more than one party?"

"Percy has quite the alcohol tolerance," Anders admitted quietly. "But don't tell Molly. She's already angry with me for stealing her son."

"Anders!" Percy snapped, slapping his arm. "You didn't steal me."

"Sorry, Perce." Anders murmured, pressing an apologetic kiss to his curly, red hair. "I didn't mean it that way."

"I know." Percy sighed and Arthur mentally scolded his wife. None of his children should ever be afraid to go home. Percy had called a couple of times, but only when he knew Molly would be out. Arthur's other children had called Percy regularly, and Arthur had called him from work, but Percy had yet to speak to his mother. It made Arthur's heart ache.

Cyrrus broke the awkward silence by giving a shout inside the tent, and Percy and Anders offered the others a wave and disappeared inside. Phyrrus and Harry were also fawning over things, and the girls gave them a brief tour of their own abode. Arthur smiled when he saw Percy's grinning face. Maybe everything would turn out all right after all.
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At dusk everyone filled the Quidditch stands with chatter and laughter, waiting for the game to start. Draco and Lucius saw them in the stands, and Harry got his first look at Narcissa. She was a sour looking woman, with a particularly nasty look on her face when she saw the group that Harry was with. The look darkened when she saw Harry himself. Draco and Lucius both smiled, and Draco hopped the barrier between rows.

"Hi!" Draco grinned. Cyrrus caught him and gave his a furious noogie, making him screech and shove at Cyrrus. Cyrrus smirked and released him. Lucius rolled his eyes, having gotten used to them while he spent three weeks at the Lugovalos family farm, but Narcissa sneered.

"Must you allow that, Lucius? It makes him look like a little hooligan," Narcissa complained and Chara rolled her eyes.

"You're such a stiff," Chara laughed, holding out her hand. "Chara Lugovalos, nice to meet you."

"You're the bitch trying to steal my husband!" Narcissa exclaimed, ignoring Chara's hand, and making everyone that knew either Lucius or Chara offer her a very strange look.

"Your husband?" Chara blinked. "Uh. . . where did you get that stupid idea? I wouldn't marry him if he was the last man on earth! No offense, Lucius, but really."

"None taken."

"So now you think he's ugly!" Narcissa was practically simpering.

Chara gave the woman a very strange look and raised an eyebrow. "So first you accuse me of wanting to steal him from you, then you accuse me of calling him ugly? Um. . . have you ever heard of consistency? Or maybe getting your mental health evaluated?"

Narcissa's sneer grew. Then she caught sight of Phyrrus and Cyrrus. "Which one of you threatened him?" She demanded and both boys blinked.

"Phy?"

"Yeah, Cye?"

"That musta been you. I never did."

"Yeah."

"Okay." Cyrrus went back to talking to the others, leaving Phyrrus to deal with the insane Mrs. Malfoy. Mother and son both gave the woman a confused look.

"Did you need something?" Chara finally ventured.

Narcissa leaned in, catching Chara by the collar and dragging her close. Narcissa's lips were practically touching Chara's ear and her words burned across Chara's hearing. "When the Dark Lord returns, I'll make sure you're at the top of his list," She hissed, then released Chara. Chara growled. Before Narcissa could lean back, Chara's hand shot out, catching Narcissa's long, ice blonde hair.

Narcissa cried out, trying to pull back, but failing when the pain grew to great. Chara smirked. "Don't threaten me, bitch," Chara growled, her blue eyes snapping in anger. "You won't like what happens."

Chara let go, leaving Lucius to prevent his wife from falling, and trying to contain his laughter. "Come on, dear, let's sit down."

"That's a slight to the family honor! Are you going to allow that?"

"She doesn't exactly have a husband for me to challenge," Lucius pointed out.

"Then challenge her son!" Narcissa screamed. "She pulled my hair and completely embarrassed me!"

"And you grabbed her and attempted to embarrass her," Lucius pointed out. "Besides, I'm not dumb enough to challenge her son. He'll call for man to man combat, and I afraid he has the sheer power over me."

"He's a farm boy," Narcissa sneered. "How tough could he be?"

"Aside from spending years doing martial arts, my lovely wife, he has been throwing around fifty pound hay bales for at least five years. He could probably bench us both without trying too hard." Lucius shook his head. "Just let it go. And if you do anything like that again, then I will make sure you don't have a third chance, understand?"

Narcissa nodded and Lucius glanced to Draco, frowning. He didn't really want to call his son back. Chara saw his look and waved. "Don't worry. They'll spend more time at the railing than in their seats. I'll watch him. Charlie can sit back there, if that's okay."

Lucius agreed, and Draco gave a happy shout, waving at his father and grinning. The seven youngest of the group gathered at the railing, eagerly waiting for the games to begin. When the mascots appeared, the group cheered and waved. Draco, Cyrrus, and Ron were all drooling over the veela, but Harry and Phyrrus really didn't see their appeal. Percy and Anders were shrugging too, as the older four men laughed.

The Veela were pretty, Harry would admit. They had long, white-blond hair and blue eyes the color of the summer sky. Tossing their beautiful white manes around as they pranced and danced over the field caught a lot of attention from the men and a lot of anger from the women. Singing and dancing, the veela drifted into intricate shapes and designs all over the field.

"I'm not seeing it," Harry muttered to Phyrrus as he shook his head. The thump of Leon falling from his chair in laughter made them turn.

"Of course you don't like them," Remus was almost rolling on the ground with laughter.

"You're gay!" Leon was rolling on the ground with laughter. "Girls aren't going to affect you. But you might want to stop Draco from jumping off the balcony."

Phyrrus snagged the back of Draco's shirt, and then caught Cyrrus' too. "I wasn't jumping," Cyrrus complained, glaring at Phyrrus.

"Not yet," Phyrrus agreed. "But no one else is tall enough to catch you."

"Shut up," Cyrrus complained, and Phyrrus grinned, releasing his almost-twin's collar.

The leprechauns were a welcome distraction. They were bright and cheerful and made Harry forget about how uncomfortable he felt with the veela around. They reminded him, in yet another and not-so-annoying way, that he was different from most of the population. Catching the gold was great fun, and Phyrrus spent the next several minutes throwing it at people around the stadium. Harry finally put a stop to it, and Phyrrus spent the next five minutes after that pouting, but didn't throw the coins again. He and Harry did, however, drool over Vicktor Krum.

It wasn't that Krum was handsome (Phyrrus compared him to a duck, at one point) but the moves he had! Harry wanted to be able to do that! Longingly Harry watched his dives and acrobatics, making Phyrrus shake his head and picture Harry doing those moves. Then Phyrrus started to drool. He wanted Harry to be able to do that!

The quidditch match was fast paced and enjoyable, and when it finally ended they were left horse and wired. Making their way back to the camp, Chara offered to let Draco stay with them, and he immediately fetched his things and rushed towards the Lugovalos campsite. The party they were having there was in full swing, and Draco was quick to join in.

The group roasted marshmallows and made s'mores (Draco and the Weaselys were dreadfully confused at the concoction at first) and Chara told stories and fed them enough sugar to keep them wired for the next three months. Not that Arthur did anything to stop her. There was no harm in it, after all. The worst of the lot would be going home with Chara, after all.

Leon, Severus, Sirius, Remus, Bill, Charlie, Anders, and Percy all went out to party for part of the night. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about Sirius and Remus being in the middle of the party (weren't they supposed to be responsible adults?) but Chara made a good point when she reminded Harry they were still young and she was babysitting.
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"This is great!" Sirius cried, handing Remus a drink. The werewolf nodded happily, drinking deeply.

"We're going to have the hangover from hell in the morning, though!" Remus laughed, rubbing noses with his mate. Sirius drew Remus out of the chair and smirked.

"Dance with me," Sirius murmured huskily. Remus pressed himself against Sirius with a feral smile, grinding against his mate. Sirius groaned deep in his throat, and grabbed Remus, pulling him as close as he could. Anders and Percy were grinding as well, though Percy looked a little uncomfortable, but when Anders went to pull back, knowing Percy was uncomfortable, Percy refused to let him. Sirius raised an eyebrow, smirking at the two, and then found Severus and Leon in the crowd.

Leon and Severus were not grinding, but they were close enough that they might as well have been. The dance was extremely sensual, and Sirius pulled back from his mate, trying to do the same thing. Remus caught Leon and Severus, understood what Sirius was trying to do, and followed his lead. The two couples soon had a crowd around them, and were playfully challenging each other.

Their next drinks were on the house.

They stumbled back to the tents at around four, and Severus handed out hangover potions with an all-knowing smirk. The potions would sober them up and fix the pesky hangover problem they were bound to have in the morning, so Severus had every reason to smirk. Even drunk he was smug, and Leon found it extremely endearing--and hot. Sirius made a mental note to find his earplugs before he went to bed.

It was five o'clock when the screams started. Quickly downing the hangover potion Severus had given them, everyone dashed out, wands out. "Shit," Leon muttered, watching the slowly approaching Death Eaters. There was an entire mob of them, marching around in their black cloaks and white cowls. Misty, green light seemed to float around them, adding to the terror they were causing because of it's eerie allusion to the killing curse.

Fifty feet in the air a muggle family was slowly floating with the Death Eater crowd. A grown man and woman, and two children, a teenaged boy and a little girl that reminded Harry, however vaguely, of the little twins. The Death Eaters howled in laughter, flipping the woman over to reveal her voluminous drawers and start the little girl spinning like a top.

Phyrrus tensed in rage, and Harry growled. "That's sick."

"This is not the place to catch Harry," Severus reminded them, breaking Phyrrus of his murderous look, and the Americans nodded. They had, once again, forgotten about Harry's fame.

"We need smaller targets," Chara muttered, looking at the groups. "All of you. Meet us ten feet into the woods and fifty feet to the west of the apparition point. Don't go there for five hours. Stay hidden until then. I can find you if I must. Cyrrus, take Draco and Ginny. Fred and George. Ron and Hermione. Phyrrus and Harry. I'd send you four together, but I want the groups as small as possible. Don't engage the Death Eaters. Don't get in the way. I love you."

"Love you too, Mom. Be careful." Phyrrus' eyes burned brightly and Chara kissed his cheek gently.

"I will. I promise. Go!"

Phyrrus grabbed Harry's hand, and everyone disappeared to the woods. They didn't turn back to see the adults rush towards the Death Eaters, and they didn't flinch when they heard screaming as the adults attacked head on. They didn't turn back to see Leon cutting down the Death Eaters. They didn't turn back to see the little girl began to fall. They didn't even turn back to see Chara leap into the group of Death Eaters to save her.
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Morning was long in coming, everyone creeping to the meeting place. They had seen Voldemort's symbol in the sky, the glittering green of the skull with the serpent coming from it's mouth. They had heard the screams. Lucius had caught up to them an hour after they had gotten into the woods and taken Draco, heading home to get to safety. Narcissa was waiting to leave, and Lucius couldn't stay and help, because he couldn't afford the appearance of being on one side or the other.

Phyrrus and Cyrrus looked frantically at the people that approached, then glanced at each other. "Where's Mom?" They demanded as one, and Leon stepped forward, grabbing them both.

"She's badly injured," Leon murmured, gripping their shoulders. "They're taking her to the hospital, but. . . they're not sure if she'll make it."

"Uncle Leon, what happened?" Phyrrus voice broke.

"She was helping those muggles. The little girl, they let her down hard when they released them. Chara saved her life, but she was in the way of the crowd. They trampled her. It's bad, Phyrrus. Cyrrus."

"No," Phyrrus shook his head. "She said she'd be careful."

"You know Chara," Leon murmured, drawing out a port-key. Everyone touched it, and were sent spinning away. Arthur took his children and Hermione back to his house, except Percy. He and Anders went home. Sirius led them all inside the Black-Lupin-Potter house, and Phyrrus collapsed into Harry, tears streaming down his face. Cyrrus was clinging to Leon, face buried in the man's shoulder. Leon held out his other arm, and Phyrrus turned from Harry to bury his face into Leon's other shoulder. Leon held them for several moments before the cousins threw themselves at each other and began to cry into each other's shoulders.

Their sobs made Harry want to cry. He clung to Sirius and Remus, trying to hold back his tears as he helplessly watched his boyfriend fall apart. Phyrrus and Cyrrus were clinging to each other, fists clenched in the other's shirt, tears soaking into the other's shoulder, collapsed on the floor as their legs grew to weak to hold them.

"She's not gone yet," Leon told them firmly, looking from one to the next. "And she's a fighter. She can pull through."

"She's not home yet," Phyrrus choked. "That means the odds aren't good. Mom. . . " He couldn't finish his thought, his tears choking him to badly. Harry approached both of them, and wrapped his arms around them both, offering them a pillar of strength they needed right then, that no one else could provide. The two boys both melted into Harry, clinging to him like drowning men to a life raft, their hot tears soaking into his shirt, long hair covering their faces so Harry couldn't see their eyes.

"Mum Chara's a fighter, arudo," Harry reminded him. "She'll do this."

Both nodded, and Harry felt them shudder, and knew that neither believed him. They knew that until Chara was awake and aware neither would. And they knew that if Chara died, both boys might follow quickly after. Leon looked from one to the other and sighed, going to call his mother so she could tell the little twins.
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Chara was pale and nearly lifeless, hooked to dozens of machines that monitored and controlled her vital signs. A far cry from her normal, lively bearing. It was almost as if she was already dead. Her face was even paler on the white bedding, and Phyrrus took her hand and pressed it to his cheek, tears dripping down his face. Harry wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, pressing his cheek to the other's back, and just held on. Phyrrus seemed to be taking comfort in it, because he stopped Harry when the boy-who-lived moved to let go.

Cyrrus took Chara's other hand, clinging to it, holding it, and crying over her still form. Both boys were heart broken, and Harry had a feeling that it would kill them both if Chara died. He could feel his own tears dripping down his face, soaking into Phyrrus' back. "Don't let her die," He heard Phyrrus muttered. "Please." Harry wasn't sure who he was talking to, but he said nothing as Phyrrus bent over her hand again. Phyrrus kissed it, muffling his heart broken sobs. Harry hugged him tighter and rubbed his cheek against Phyrrus shaking back.

"Come on," Sirius murmured softly some time later. "Visiting hours are over."

"No," Phyrrus protested weakly, worn out from crying. "I have to stay with Mom!"

"We'll be back tomorrow, I promise," Sirius told him, helping both boys to their feet. "Come on."

Phyrrus and Cyrrus were shaking like leaves and it took everyone to get them out of there. "No!" Phyrrus cried, trying to break free and run back into the room. Sirius caught him, wrestling the sobbing teenager into his arms and carrying him from the hospital, trying to ignore the boy's broken sobs. Harry took Phyrrus' hand and just held on, offering the comfort his words couldn't provide.

Harry held Phyrrus that night, kissing away his tears and trying to get him to sleep. His night was fitful, Phyrrus suffered from nightmares most of the night before finally collapsing from exhaustion sometime late in the night, clinging to Harry tightly, face buried in Harry's black locks as he finally fell into a black oblivion without dreams.

Harry sighed, feeling tears burn at his own eyes. It was safe to cry now that Phyrrus was finally asleep. Harry normally would have just cried as he needed to, but Phyrrus needed his strength right now, and Harry refused to let him down. He could cry here, in the safety of the night, with Phyrrus' arms wrapped around him, heavy and comforting. He could pretend, now, that Phyrrus was awake and holding him as he fell apart, not needing to be the strength that Phyrrus so desperately needed. Right now, he could be broken. Because right now, just for this moment, he could pretend.

He just hoped Chara would survive.
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The next week found everyone spending every waking moment they could in the hospital. But there was no change in Chara at all. The doctor's reports grew grimmer and grimmer, and River and Rayne had finally come back. Just in case. Sirius and Remus watched them while Leon and Severus took the boys to the hospital. But when Friday came and Chara still hadn't moved, they finally brought the girls in to say good-bye.

River and Rayne hugged and kissed her, sobbing. Phyrrus was the one to hold them. A job that was usually Chara's. Phyrrus didn't cry until they were safely out of the room. The doctor came, and touched his wand to the life support, glancing at Phyrrus. The boy's eyes were tears stained, but he nodded. The doctor turned it off.

"I love you, Mommy," Phyrrus' voice was so young. Harry had never heard him sound like that. "Please don't leave me yet."

The line went flat.

Phyrrus burst into noisy tears. "Please, Mommy, please don't leave me," Harry could barely hear his muffled sobs. "I'll be good, Mommy. Please, please, please don't leave me."

Harry had never heard Phyrrus beg. Never heard Phyrrus sound so young and so lost. It cut him, to hear the normally confident teen sound so despondent.

The line jarred, the beeping restarted. Phyrrus voice was rough, and everyone missed the first several beeps, but after a moment, Phyrrus stiffened. "Mommy?"

Harry saw muscles in Chara's arm tense as she squeezed her son's hand. Eyes tensed and fluttered open. "Not yet, baby," Chara croaked. "Silly boy," Chara managed. "Line flats. . . to adjust. . ."

"I love you, Mommy," Phyrrus choked, and Harry smiled. River and Rayne were allowed back in the room, hugging their mother. One climbed into the bed on each side of her, and Phyrrus and Cyrrus found a place to curl up by her head. Tears soaked her pillow quickly as Chara fell quickly back to sleep, worn out.

The doctors shooed them from the room, not understanding how Chara was surviving. She had been in a coma, injured severely enough that she shouldn't have recovered. Harry didn't understand it either.

Severus did. What everyone but he and Leon had missed was the soft white glow when Phyrrus had been holding her hand. Harry's power had somehow bled through Phyrrus, and healed Chara. Severus had a feeling the bond had just grown even stronger.
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Chara was well enough to see her children off, though she was confined to a wheelchair and covered in blankets despite the summer weather, and she had to go straight back to the hospital afterward, she was there to wave good-bye to her children. "Don't you ever scare us like that again," Phyrrus scolded as he kissed her good-bye.

"I promise," Chara smiled. "Not if it's in my power."

"Love you, Mom," Phyrrus murmured. River and Rayne hadn't let her go yet.

"Love you too," Chara smiled, then gently pried River and Rayne off her. "I love you two, too. Now go on. You'll miss the train."

"Okay, Mommy," Rayne murmured. "We love you."

"Yeah," River nodded. "Love you, Mommy."

The two let go and hurried onto the train, followed quickly by Harry, Phyrrus, and Cyrrus. Harry smiled at his boyfriend. "I'm glad your mum is going to be fine."

"It'll be a long recovery," Phyrrus admitted. "Though she'll push herself hard."

Harry nodded, understanding. Phyrrus was so scared of losing his mother. He only had one parent, and he was scared something would happen to her. He was terrified something would happen. Harry had seen that numbing fear when Phyrrus had clung to his mother's hand in the hospital. "It'll be okay."

Phyrrus offered Harry a small, watery smile. "Yeah, it will."
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