Regulus stared at his hands with an almost childlike fascination. Muscles and pale skin stretched over the bones, prominent bluish veins snaking near his knuckles. It was strange to have a body again, but not just that. The ability to feel his own touch also struck him as odd, and as unusual as that thought might be, he didn't scold himself for having it.
Existing inside the locket was like living in a fever dream, vivid but still far from reality. Its replicas didn't do justice to the original product.
The flames in the fireplace seemed hotter, the lights inside the apartment brighter. Black couldn't stop looking around, marveling at the dazzling hue of the colors on the walls and the texture of the furniture, even though the apartment was technically the same one he'd spent the last nineteen years.
Even the clammy sensation the spell had left on his skin felt different. But at the same time, nothing has ever been this intense. The old life he'd given up without a second thought seemed like a bad joke in comparison.
Regulus had been neck-deep in PTSD and clinical depression when he killed himself in that cave. Now his traumas seemed distant, like they belonged to someone else.
And all thanks to her.
Harry was... There wasn't a word that could explain Harry.
Under normal circumstances, Black would never have been interested in her. He has always preferred sophisticated and manipulative women, always liked mind games and worthy opponents, like Tom.
The girl sitting in his living room with the dirt-smeared face couldn't be further from it. There's nothing refined about the battered jeans with a gash above the knee she wears. Her lips are chapped. She's biting her nails, and her hair is pulled back in a messy braid plastered with dried blood. However, despite her deplorable appearance, her presence seems unreal because Regulus knew her before he actually did.
He was sixteen when he saw her for the first time.
At the time, Aunt Cassiopeia's claims about Black's having prophetic visions struck him as unbelievable and a little presumptuous, even by the family's standards. Yet, hours after receiving the Dark Mark and getting drunk with Barty and Rabastan to celebrate, Regulus saw her.
The Lestranges' living room disappeared in a flash of smoke, and suddenly, the boy caught himself in a wizarding neighborhood. There was a woman before him. Her hair was like a dark veil over her narrow shoulders, she had the most remarkable set of eyes he had seen, and blood was running from her nose.
'' You're just like him. I hate you both ''. The woman said with a firm voice, but despite her defiant stance, she looked absolutely defeated.
Regulus spent endless afternoons in the same neighborhood because he had this desperate urge to find her. He looked for that face in and out of his social circles. Something deep inside of him knew that it hadn't been a dream.
He searched for Harry until he died in that cave.
He was nineteen years early.
While looking for her, he didn't relate that exhausted face to James Potter or her grief-filled eyes to Lily Evan's vibrant green ones. Regulus didn't recognize Harry when he saw her in the locket, not even in the following weeks, where he worked to earn her trust.
Black only remembered the girl when she discovered his secret and said those exact words to him.
The second and last vision he had about Harriet Potter came later, a few months before Voldemort took Kreacher to the cave.
In Regulus's vision, Tom was discoursing to a crowd that drank his every word with devotion. Once, he thought this was Voldemort, but now he knew better. The same girl was on Riddle's left, but when she looked at him this time, there was no hatred or sadness on her face. She smiled with a hint of malice, eyes filled with affection.
But this Harry wasn't that woman yet. This Harry got aggressive when she felt intimidated, and everyone could read her emotions like an open book. She cared too much.
Regulus was in love with her.
He always thought that Tom would be the one for him, the only one able to match his intellect and reciprocate his obsessive nature. However, Harry wormed her way between them without realizing it, and Black refused to blame the similarities between her and Riddle. Like Tom, she was beautiful. Those aristocratic features matched well with the frame of her thick hair. Like Tom, sometimes she got the same blank stare, the dead gaze of someone who grew up neglected.
But none of this was about her appearance.
Harry kept going despite all the shit Voldemort put her through. She embraced responsibilities that weren't hers and kept people believing until she stopped believing herself.
Sure, she annoyed him sometimes, but Harriet fit between him and Tom. She was something they didn't know they needed.
It was impossible not to like her.
Now she's looking at where Riddle disappeared, and she seems close to tears. Harriet loves him but doesn't remember why and now he's ignoring her. Regulus has no idea what it's like to deal with the stress of all these emotions without having any explanation for them.
''He's not really mad at you''.
Her carelessness pissed Tom off, and he also wanted to keep ut that absurd facade that he didn't care about her almost dying in the camp.
The girl glared at him ''I wouldn't know the difference, would I? ''.
He smiles because she almost sounds like herself again. Then, realizing how much pain she appeared to be in, he walks away to get a pain reliever and sedative potion. He needs to talk to Riddle without her confusion getting in the way.
Potter seems suspicious of the potion, but the pain must be extreme because she eventually accepts the vial. Regulus patiently waits for her to fall asleep, which happens a few seconds after she hands him back the empty glass.
Regulus carried Harry up the stairs, Tom hovering persistently like a shadow close behind. The girl didn't move. She didn't make a sound as Black placed her in the bed he usually shared with the other boy.
In unconsciousness, she seemed calmer, the lines of tension that marred her face almost completely disappearing.
He removed her dirt-covered shoes, ignoring Riddle's presence until he approached the edge of the bed, eyes fixed on the sleeping figure over the sheets. Regulus knew that look.
"We should have killed her." He speaks calmly. His words bring a sense of foreboding.
Regulus is no fool. He knows that Riddle is dangling Harriet's life over his head like a threat, a little warning of what will happen if he strays from the path Tom had already chosen for the three of them or if he doesn't keep her away from her disobedient tendencies.
The real question was whether Tom could actually do it. He would deny it until the end of days, but he cared for her as much as Regulus.
Things only got complicated because Harry couldn't remember them. Regulus had seen Tom's face, the way he couldn't deal with the girl being afraid of him.
Yet, Harry is another vulnerability Riddle doesn't want to take on, a reminder that he has weaknesses. Maybe Black could take her away until she remembered, or until Tom's anger faded.
"No. If you dare to leave this house, I'll slit her throat and put you back in the locket. Is that what you want? I'm already letting you enjoy your little affair. Just pray she remembers everything when she wakes up. Otherwise, I'll get rid of her".
The lack of privacy in his own thoughts was the only thing about their connection that annoyed him, but it wasn't a one-way street, and after staring at Tom for a few seconds, the boy smiled. Riddle was afraid she wouldn't be able to remember, that the two of them would run away together, leaving him behind.
"Kill her then," Black suggests calmly.
Their relationship is complicated, bordering on a mutual Stockholm syndrome. Tom appeared at a time when he had nothing, no hope of being able to defect. Tom came up with his unorthodox but working solutions, and Regulus reciprocated by killing himself and leaving them trapped in that locket for nearly twenty years.
"Do you want me to kill her?" Riddle's incredulous nature comes to the fore. Knowing him the way Regulus does makes it all the funnier because, underneath his brilliance and God complex, Tom is still the child who grew up in an orphanage with abandonment issues. As Regulus isn't there to make diagnoses, he remains indifferent.
"Why should I care? She's just a girl, a means to an end."
Suspicion grew on Tom's complexion until it distorted the perfect angles of his features. That Riddle had expressed himself like that made clear that they trusted each other, despite everything.
Analyzing Black, his face turned from distrust to cruel malice.
"You would stop me if I hypothetically tried to kill her. You're in love with her, do you think I don't know?".
There's no point in denying it, but Regulus wouldn't end the discussion before Tom was satisfied. "You too. Admit it. You want her as much as I do."
Otherwise, she would already be dead. Riddle was never good at sharing, and Regulus could never leave him. Now Harry was in that mess too. They were like a vicious circle of trauma and codependent attitudes.
"Maybe I do, but do you think this will stop me from killing her? You better not make me believe she's distracting you too much. We're here for a reason."
Taking down Voldemort was the priority. He had to die, but Regulus disliked Tom treating him like a child. '' I decide if Harry's distracting me too much, Thomas.''
Viciousness was the only thing that could make Tom look like Voldemort. Regulus did not back down. He knew Riddle would never really hurt him.
'' Don't forget how we met. Your insubordination only goes as far as I allow it."
'' You're not killing her, and you won't put me back in the locket. You're like a magpie and we're your shiny trinkets. You want to keep your claws on us as much as possible ''. Regulus exposes, upsetting him so much that Tom turns his back on him and storms out of the room.
Black is not worried. He and Tom fought a lot in these nineteen years, but in the end, one always returned to the other.
He had more important things to do, though. Regulus needed to talk to Kreacher. He wanted his oldest friend to know that he was back.
Harry wakes up with an awful headache. She had one of these when she drank with Sirius in her fifth year. The lecture Molly gave Potter when she discovered the empty fire-whiskey bottles and nausea that had accompanied her all day was the worst punishment she ever received. Taking into account her Dursley upbringing, this meant a lot.
Potter slowly sat down on the softest bed she'd ever been on, taking one hand to her head. The memories came back all at once, and she searched for some wound on her skull with her fingers. She felt her hair covered in dried blood on one side, but otherwise, she was fine.
Everything seems in order, except for the absence of the boys.
Before the girl can get out of bed to investigate, Kreacher materializes in the room. " Master Regulus and the half-blood are not in the house, but Master Regulus asked Kreacher to look after the insolent half-breed."
Harriet sighs. '' Can you bring me my backpack, please? ''. There's dirt all over her body, and she smells like moss. Surprisingly enough, Kreacher fetches her backpack with a snap of his little fingers.
'' Master Regulus says that the half-blood brought him back ''. The house-elf sniffs, still hovering around.
'' Kind off ''.
'' So Kreacher is in debt with the half-blood ''.
Harriet stops dead in her tracks, interrupting her task of getting clean clothes out of the bag. '' You're not in debt with me. I'm in debt with you for what you did for my friends ''.
'' Kreacher has to obey the half-blood. She is master Sirius heiress''.
Potter grimaced. She felt horrible for ordering Kreacher around as she did in the clearing, but he was her last resource, the only one who could keep Ron, Hermione, and the Weasleys safe.
'' No. I'm freeing you of all of these oaths you think you have. You can stay here as a guest if you wish. But I'm not your owner.'' Her voice is raw. She doesn't want Kreacher to die the way Dobby did, and she's sure that Regulus won't mind the house-elf presence.
There's silence before Kreacher's skinny little arms wrap themselves around Harriet's legs. He's babbling and thanking her, but the girl is too surprised to understand what he's saying. She hugs him back, though, and asks him to pass Grimmauld Place key wards to Hermione.
With Kreacher gone, she takes a shower and is in the process of getting dressed when she feels the change in the wards and the familiarity of their presence.
The boys are back.
Harriet hurries downstairs, her hair leaving a wet trail over her clean blouse.
She finds them in the kitchen, Tom's fingers are on Regulus' hair, and the boy is holding one of his wrists while they kiss. Relieve washes over Harry because she heard them arguing when she was asleep, too tired to interfere. Well, they seem more than fine now, and Potter is about to get out of there to give them some privacy when Tom opens his eyes and looks at her, releasing Regulus.
'' Look who's awake ''.
Harry has an answer on the tip of her tongue, but then Regulus turns around, and she forgets about everything else. She darts into his arms, breathing in his expensive scent deeply. He's alive, and she cal feel him, truly feel him.
"Do you remember now?". Black asks, half laughing and half hugging her back.
" I do. "
'' No happy hugs for me? ''. Riddle asks, pouting mockingly.
Her bubble of joy ends when she remembers Tom threatening her several times. She's hurt that he would discard her so easily. '' The next time you threaten me, I hope you're ready to comply ''.
He rolls his eyes. "You're worse than Regulus. I told you not to put yourself in danger, and you do it at the first opportunity. It's frustrating."
"Are you trying to apologize for your behavior? Cause it doesn't feel like an apology to me."
"I won't apologize, my love. You better do as I tell you the next time ".
Harry glares daggers at him, but he doesn't apologize. They eat breakfast with Kreacher in the dining room, some awful pancakes Regulus attempted to make and french toast drenched in syrup. She thought she would feel different about them without the locket, but nothing changed. They argue, bicker, and orbit around each other and she feels happier than she can remember ever being.
Tom disappears after breakfast, stating that he needs to test some spells in the lab. Regulus takes Harry to the training room. He tells her about their visit to Gringotts earlier and their plan to invade the Goblin bank for the cup.
Potter lets him know how insane she thinks this plan is, but she also recognizes that she needs to be ready for anything.
She is much better off than when she started and can almost take on him for three minutes, but Regulus is still faster and more skilled.
Fifteen minutes later, sweat makes her shirt glue to her skin, and Harriet is shaking with exhaustion, but she managed to hit him with a nasty curse, so she's grinning like a loon. Instead of praising her work, Regulus takes her by surprise when he presses her against the wall.
His eyes look grayest than ever, but she doesn't feel nervous. Harry keeps on panting until he inevitably leans in to kiss her.
"What about Tom?". She mumbles, pushing him away slightly. She wants this so much that it's pitiful, but she won't harm their relationship. She doesn't want to hurt any of them.
Black has the audacity to laugh. " Tom won't mind, believe me ."
Her eyes narrow. " I'm not going to be the one who gets between the two of you. It wouldn't be fair to Riddle or me."
Tom might be a selfish prick, but he loves Regulus, he'd do anything for him, and Harriet, who could never have a relationship of her own, felt like hexing Black some more.
Regulus rolls his eyes. " He won't mind. I wouldn't kiss you if he did. Besides, he's just waiting his turn ''.
Potter feels her face getting red. She thought about it more than she likes to admit and felt really guilty afterward. However, Regulus vocalizing what she believes he is? That's totally different. " What the hell do you mean? ".
'' Merlin, you're slow sometimes. Harry, we both want you, and we know that the feeling is reciprocated ''.
That's insane . Potter still is trying to digest what she heard when Regulus kisses her.
This time, she doesn't push him away. His mouth is soft, and he touches her tenderly, just like in the clearing. Harry bites down on his bottom lip, and he makes a sound in the back of his throat that has her shivering.
They stop when Tom clears his throat at the door. He doesn't look angry or surprised, just slightly amused.
Harriet looks at him warily. '' You really don't care? ''.
'' No, because it's you ''.
It doesn't answer all her questions, so she decides to act boldly. '' So, the three of us... ''.
'' Yes ''. Riddle's answer is simple. With a few steps, he kisses her too. While Regulus touches her as if he's afraid she'll break, Tom touches her like he wants her to.
The girl starts to laugh because all of this is weird and wonderful.
She can imagine Aunt Petunia calling her a whore and having an aneurysm at the same time if she ever found out. But really, nothing about any of them was conventional. Their relationship wouldn't be either.
Harry was happier than she could remember, and this arrangement was a lot more than she dared to expect.
It was frighteningly easy to fall into the same routine again. Except things were better.
Harry didn't have to hide around corners or always have a silencing spell around herself because they were there .
She and Tom took turns cooking. Regulus was a disaster and nearly set the house on fire the one time they let him try to make something that wasn't pancakes. Potter taught him to wash the dishes without magic, ignoring his complaints, and the three of them continued working on their Gringotts plan.
Regulus set up one of the guest's bedrooms for Harry to give her some space, but she ended up with him and Tom most nights. She wasn't used to being alone anymore.
Kreacher, who oddly strikes a friendship with Hermione, splits his time between the two houses, bringing daily updates about the war.
They are there for three weeks when Emmeline Vance dies. Later, Tom tells them that she took eight high-ranking Death Eaters with her. She blew up Lestrange Manor in a raid to free prisoners and died laughing at Voldemort's face.
Potter always admired the woman and the stronghold she had on her morals. Very few adults really cared about Harry's wellbeing like she did, and the girl pledges to work hard in killing Voldemort.
They toast in her honor, and Regulus cries himself to sleep between Harriet and Riddle.
He brings her a box the day after. Harry looks at the Queen vinyl on top of the pile of trinkets and knows immediately that those things were Sirius's.
" I brought it here before Mother could destroy it. I thought you might like it." He says kindly, and the girl nods.
There are muggle rock band T-shirts with cracked and faded prints inside, candy wrappers, and photos. Some of those pictures are from a teenage Remus and border on indecency, but Harry always knew they were more than friends.
Other photos are of the original Order of the Phoenix and Harriet's parents. It hurt to look at all those things, but she has Regulus and knowing that he missed Sirius too made it all more bearable. He understands how she is feeling.
" I stayed with them at Grimmauld Place for a while. I liked to pretend Sirius and Remus were my parents. It doesn't get more pathetic than that, right?".
"Anyone would be lucky to have you on their family," Regulus murmurs, running his fingers over her cheek as the girl lays her face on his shoulder.
Tom appears and splits them to sit between the two. " Ok, that's enough. This whole conversation is getting dangerously incestuous."
Regulus arches a brow. "You know we're related too, don't you? Harriet's grandmother was a Black and Blacks married Gaunts in the past, as did the Peverells before they became Potters."
"No, I didn't know. Not all of us like to wank looking at our family tree." He declares unpleasantly, telling them to stop crying over dead people afterward.
Harry and Regulus were sure that he was up to something but left him to it momentarily. When Tom lefts a few minutes later, inventing some lie, they vow to discover what he is planning.
In Tom's absence, Harry and Regulus go upstairs to continue looking through Siriu's things. She wants to send something to Remus, but she's sadder and sadder with every trinket she sees. Those knick-knacks are reminders of Sirius's life, reminders that he's gone. For a second, she wants to set everything on fire and scream until ver vocal cords burst. It hurts so fucking much. Her godfather spent more time in Azkaban for a crime he didn't commit than with his friends, and her parents hadn't even gotten the chance to live.
She was glad she wouldn't live more than them. She definitely didn't deserve it.
Potter feels like she's just a ball of sorrow, so when Regulus lowers his head to ask if she's alright, she kisses him. It's less innocent than their first kiss. She's half over his body already. However, when Harriet reaches for his belt, he stops her.
''Don't. I won't let you use sex to deal with grief''.
'' Are you two done? I bought something more interesting than Harriet's little meltdown ''. Tom's sudden appearance startled them, but he doesn't seem fazed for finding them tangled in bed, just bored.
'' Where were you? ''. Potter asks, getting up from the bed.
She doesn't dare to look at Regulus. She's too embarrassed.
" It doesn't matter. I brought a Horcrux if you're still interested in destroying these."
Harriet heard enough. She's already running out of the room and down the stairs. Regulus follows close behind, looking unhappy.
As promised, a Horcrux was on the table, but the girl didn't expect to see Bellatrix Lestrange gagged and tied to the chair next to it. The woman's dark eyes tightened with mad hatred when she saw Potter, but her expression turned to surprise as soon as she took in Regulus' face.
'' What did you do ''. It wasn't even a question. Harriet was genuinely shocked.
'' It was taking too long, so I followed her for a few days and then made her take the cup out of Gringotts ''.
'' But how? She's just as paranoid as you are! ''.
'' I'm the best legilimens in the world. I have a mastery in the Mind Arts, and I know as much as Dark Curses as Voldemort ''.
Potter was ready to tell him to stop bragging when Regulus darts at Bellatrix with a murderous expression. '' You killed my brother ''.
Even confused, Bellatrix made a shrill sound, something between "Blood Traitor" and "The Dark Lord," But Regulus already had his wand between his fingers, and she started screaming a second later.
At another time, Harriet might have argued against Bellatrix's torture. However, the naive girl she was died with every violent death she witnessed. Voldemort and his generals had no mercy. She wouldn't either.
Enjoying Bellatrix's screams probably made her a horrible person, but that awful bitch killed Sirius. She tortured Neville's parents to insanity and did unthinkable things to the rebels she captured. She liked to parade their mutilated corpses as prizes. Her pain was like a balm to Harriet's soul.
Bellatrix's screams turned into muffled sobs. Regulus stared at Tom with empty eyes. "Do you need her for anything else?".
"No. Do what you want."
Harry didn't even want to think about what kind of spell had managed to make her scream, as Bellatrix seemed like an extreme type of masochist. '' You should send a piece of her to Lady Longbottom. Augusta will be grateful ''.
Regulus looks surprised but regains his composure quickly. '' When I finish with her, she won't be recognizable ''.
Tom stayed behind to watch. Potter didn't, but he kissed her and grinned when she said he got off on the weirdest things.
She went to the living room to get rid of the Horcrux. This one was fast and almost tedious, nothing like the diary or her boys. She wished she could make fun of Voldemort for it when she met him again. Gryffindor's sword sliced through the cup, and the same greasy liquid as the diadem covered the coffee table.
She's cleaning up the mess the cup has left behind when she suddenly feels like her head will explode. It's all hasty. Snape's voice fills her ears. "He's planning an attack on Hogwarts at dawn. He's furious and will kill students until you show up. He knows about the destroyed Horcruxes and Bellatrix's disappearance. He doesn't know about you yet."
She nearly crumbles over her own knees with pain and horror, but then Snape's voice disappears, and she is alone in the kitchen again.
That's it.
That's her last night alive, she thought she would have more time, but at least Voldemort doesn't know about her being his Horcrux.
When the boys go back to the kitchen, she's staring at the wall blankly. Regulus has some blood-stains on his white shirt and is hesitant to approach her, likely thinking that her pale face has to do with Bellatrix's torture.
Harriet smiles at him nervously. ''Are you okay?''.
"He's fine. Stop coddling him".
" I can speak for myself, Thomas. I'm fine. She killed my brother, she deserved it, and no one will miss her anyway."
"She was your cousin. You two grew up together." Potter presses, intertwining her fingers on his.
" I am fine. Bellatrix died to me when she chose that madman over her family ''. Regulus promises. He reaches over and kisses her cheek, eyes straying to the mess on the table. '' Are you okay? ''.
'' Yeah. We're closer to killing him, so I'm fine ''.
" Yes, you two are fine. Would you mind being fine together and in the bedroom?" Tom asks impatiently.
"Are you trying to be subtle?". Harriet feigns innocence because she knows it will irritate him.
" I don't have to be subtle. I've had an exhausting day, and I need a good fuck."
They hadn't done anything beyond kissing and some heavy petting, but it really was her last day alive. Potter didn't want to give fate the satisfaction of dying a damn virgin. "Anything to stop you whining."
Regulus starts to laugh.
The boys are sleeping, and she is staring at the ceiling. Regulus has one arm around her waist, the three of them a mess of limbs under the sheets. Harry desperately needs a shower and a nap, sweat isn't the only bodily fluid that has dried on her skin, and she's a little sore.
Overall, it was good, way better than she thought. Neither of the boys seemed to mind her lack of experience, and they get marvelously along at bed as they did everywhere else. She definitely understood the fuss people make about sex now. She was a little upset that she wouldn't be able to do it again.
Fucking Voldemort and his bloody war.
Harry untangles herself from Regulus silently, but he opens one eye to look at her. " Where are you going? ".
" I'll take a shower. "
"Want some company?". Black grumbles, but he's so tired he can barely keep his eye open. Tom and Harry had exhausted him.
" Go back to sleep. " Potter whispers with a smile. Beside him, Tom tells them to shut up.
Harriet tries not to cry under the water and fails. She's terrified, not of dying, but of failing . Voldemort has to be the one who kills her. If he decides otherwise, it will be over. I'll piss him off. The girl decides while calming her breathing.
She cannot afford to make mistakes. I'll let him with no other choice.
She puts on an old but clean pair of jeans and Tom's blouse, with a button-down shirt that belongs to Regulus on top. She can smell them on the clothes, and she needs comfort more than ever. Harry moves quietly and mechanically. She takes her wand and Invisibility Cloak and decides against leaving a note. Her hands are shaking so much that she wouldn't be able to write anything.
She has just gone downstairs when Tom catches up with her. '' Don't go ".
Potter looks at him, startled. He couldn't know the truth.
She hid it too well.
But somehow, he knows. He has this mad gaze on his face. He looks like he's one second away from locking Harry inside the house. " I can't deal with this again. Regulus had a Horcrux, but you don't. You'll disappear, and we won't be able to do anything."
" You know. How? ".
'' Your shields weakened when we were on the bed, and I saw it ''.
Harriet closes her eyes and heaves deeply. How could she be this stupid?. Snape would probably hex her if he knew she acted this careless. "Shit. I have to...".
"No. You don't have to do anything. We'll figure this out, but don't go. Don't let him kill you."
At this moment, she realizes with bitter humor that she has misunderstood him all this time.
Tom Riddle, vile monster that he was, twenty years old and down two pieces of his soul, hadn't tricked Regulus into murdering to save his own skin. Oh no. He did it out of desperation because Regulus was brilliant and unique, and he would die. Regulus was going to kill himself, and he couldn't bear it.
He couldn't handle a world where Regulus Black didn't exist.
"Yes, and now you're going to kill yourself too." He says his eyes are dark with anger and grief. He's a mess, his fingers leaving an imprint around her wrist, where he's squeezing so hard Harry thinks the bone is going to break, and she almost wants it. She wants something of him to cling to when she inevitably makes the walk to her own death, even if it's just his violence, his selfishness.
She wants this, a love that will consume and destroy. She wants a love that will burn down the whole fucking world. And she has it, she realizes, tears streaming down her face. She's got it twice, and she'll have to leave it behind.
She's doing it for them too, but she doesn't say. She will kill Voldemort, so they have a world after him, so they can reshape him into whatever they want.
Harry feels like she's drowning in her suppressed screams, but she decides to put her rage on the kiss she shares with him.
Potter kisses Tom with a curse on the tip of her tongue, and the last thing she sees before she exits is the betrayal in his eyes as he loses conscience. '' Don't be mad at me. You taught me this one ''.