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⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... ⋙ chapter thirteen ✷ at King's Cross
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APOLLO WAS RUNNING. His legs were aching, his lungs hurt and his breathing was shallow but he continued, Hermione and Ron trailing behind, both puffing out breaths.
"Where is the Owlery?!" Ron practically cried, wailing and wincing as he moved his head too fast and he clasped his temple. Apollo immediately walked over, fingers wrapping around Ron's sleeve and squeezing slightly as a small sign for comfort.
They turned to Hermione who was leant over, hands on knees as she gasped out enough air to speak. "It's just around here—"
The three jumped when someone walked out of the shadows, the blue glint that made them all sigh with relief. "Professor Dumbledore," Ron sighed happily, leaning his head against Apollo and the brunette was worried Ron might actually faint.
"Harry's gone after him, hasn't he?" Dumbledore muttered, staring at them all.
Apollo nodded frantically, "yes, Harry's there..."
Dumbledore stared at Apollo for a moment longer before running through the corridor, leaving the three to stand there dumbfounded.
"Now what?!" Ron cried, flaying his arms frantically.
"I think we just have to wait," Apollo muttered, sitting himself on the first step beside them. Ron immediately collapsed beside him, resting his head on the Lupin's shoulder while Hermione had begun to pace, even if she was out of breath.
"Harry'll be alright," Ron said to her, though Apollo wondered if it was more to himself than Hermione.
"It's Harry. Of course he will," Apollo said, nudging Ron lightly on the shoulder. He then saw the dried blood on the redhead's forehead, causing him to stand, "let's get you to Madam Pomfrey. In case you have a concussion."
Ron and Apollo held hands as they walked toward the Hospital Wing, Hermione trailing behind and biting her nail.
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APOLLO WAS THE FIRST THROUGH THE DOOR. He grinned at Harry who lay in bed, cuts and bruises across his skin but it seemed Madam Pomfrey had fixed anything that had to do with broken bones.
"Harry!" Hermione had cried. She looked ready to fling her arms around him again, but Apollo reached an arm out to stop her since Harry still looked too banged up for his own good. "Oh, Harry, we were sure you were going to — Dumbledore was so worried—"
