Triad

The Girl Who Lived.

A/N: Welcome to: what am I doing with my life? episode 10. Como sempre, uma versão em português brasileiro dessa fanfic tá disponível no meu perfil do spirit, tenho preguiça de postar aqui também.

She woke to hot agony, the sound of battle and dozens of spells whirring over her unmoving body. The air smelled of Black Magic, a thick mist hovering around the forest like a blanket made of darkness. Some worries were lurking in a distant part of the girl's exhausted mind, but it was hard to know what they were.

There was pain, too. Agonizing and omnipresent, emanating from her pores like a silent kind of poison, hammering into her skull with insistence.

As she swallowed hard, she tasted blood.

She was dying.

Suddenly, a thunderous explosion shook the earth, the trees rustled overhead, and the acrid scent of smoke filled her nostrils. She couldn't remember much, even in those precious few minutes she had left.

Her name was Harriet Potter.

Her last memories were of arguing with a girl with wild hair.

Hermione.

Hermione, in tears, had pointed her wand at Harry as if she didn't know her anymore.

After that, nothing.

Now Harry was dying, and there was still battling around.

Who was left to defend her?.

She wanted to move and assess the situation for herself, but her entire body seemed to be resetting slowly.

Screams were the first thing she heard as her nervous system regained its capacity. By this time, the pain in her head had reached absurd levels, just the act of breathing costing her all the strength she still had.

''Shut her up''. A male voice ordered in a disinterested and authoritative way, making itself audible above the successive rumbles of the battle still taking place.

It was only then that Potter became aware of the pair of hands holding her down. There was a face hovering before her blurry vision, the boy's dark hair a frame around his colorless face. Gray eyes scanned Harry's complexion with determined despair.

''There's a hole in her fucking head. What do you want me to do?''.

Even through that foggy curtain, the girl noted that both voices were terribly familiar. Harry's heart clenched in her chest as the man in front of her ran his fingers across her face lovingly, his touch soothingly cool.

" I don't care about what you'll do, as long as it shuts her up. This area is full of Death Eaters. They'll listen ''.

Hearing this, Harriet tried to move, and it was worse. What little her poor vision could discern melted almost immediately. Those horrible screams she'd heard were coming from her own throat.

''I know it hurts, but don't move''. The stranger beside her requested, casting a spell that made the pain even sharper. There was something crucial that Harry desperately needed to remember, but her awareness seemed out of reach, and the girl felt herself slipping.

The sky was ablaze above her head, Lord Voldemort's Dark Mark igniting the clouds like lightning. That was a hellish sight. She didn't want to die seeing it.

''Just a little more. We won't lose you''. The magic flowing from his hands seeped into the girl's brain like needles made of ice, bringing a sudden relief that made her surrender to a welcome unconsciousness.

Potter's head still ached when her eyes opened again. She felt like someone had replaced every limb of her body with heavy bags of wet sand. As soon as she found the strength to roll onto her side, she found herself face-to-face with a corpse.