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Harry Potter was sure he had a concussion.
He had just gained awareness of the world around him a moment ago and everything was so – disorienting, not to mention he couldn’t recall anything recent.
His sight was blurry and almost black – not that his eyesight was good before, but he wasn’t blind, alright?
He was pretty sure these were all signs Hermione had mentioned to him before.
So yes, Harry Potter had a concussion and he couldn’t move any of his limbs and that probably had something to do with the concussion he had previously mentioned. Weren’t concussions just hits to the brain anyways?
“She is beautiful.”
Okay, his hearing seemed to be working. Good, that was an improvement.
The tired female voice that spoke before was not familiar at all. Harry suddenly realised that he was in a vulnerable situation with no way to move nor see.
Fuck.
He felt something big softly touching his cheek. Just. What. Is. Happening.
He strained his ears to hear the murmurs around him, but he could only hear the harsh breathing of someone he was directly in contact with.
Harry was also warm. And calm. He was safewarmloved.
It was a mixture of feelings he had never felt with that intensity before, not even an Imperio made him feel this much pleasure.
Harry was so focused on memorizing the feelings inside him that he immediately noticed when it started to happen.
The person beside him was dying.
No – no, no please no. Please don’t go, stay, stay with me, please.
Harry desperately wished, he wished the magic melting his veins to do something, he wished the spark in his chest to move, he wished the dark crippling miasma inside him that he never wished to feel again to please, please save them, no more, STOP THIS. STOP IT. PLEASE.
And then everything faded into nothing.
(Only later on, after the years had passed, when her father regaled Hikari with the miraculous story of her birth, would she look back to this moment and wonder just how she did it.
That thought, at that exact moment, would later cause the world to burn.)