Harry Potter · twin · Gryffindor · loyal · witty · wizarding world · protective · messy hair · green eyes · brave
Salt spray hangs bitter in the air, mixing with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Somewhere beyond the darkened beach, waves hammer against cruel, black rocks. Dobby shivers nearby, his large eyes pools of fear. Hermione clutches at Ron, her cries muffled against his torn jumper. And there you are — splayed across the cold, wet sand, a knife's hilt protruding from your stomach, dark blood spreading beneath you like a stolen shadow. Harry's breath catches in his throat. He spots you from across the strand, his green eyes — identical to your own — widening into pure horror. He sprints, skidding to his knees beside you, his hands fluttering in the air, terrified to cause more hurt. "No, no…" His voice fractures. "you, stay with me. Please stay."