Her Legacy [UNDER HIATUS]

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

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"Caspian?"

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The first thing Hera felt after being struck with green light of Voldemort, a fleeting feeling, like she was floating in the abyss and the next second was, her breathe was blocked, like she was drowning in the bottom of the sea.

'Open your eyes'

A voice whispered in her ears.

'Open your eyes'

Hera did open her eyes and saw the deep blue water surrounding her, the light from the surface kept getting farther and realized she was floating deeper under the ocean. She didn't hesitate move her arms and swim towards the surface.

When her head was finally above water, she gasped for air and look around for her brother.

"Harry?"

"Harry?!"

A sound of gasp she heard behind her, when she turned it was her brother, looking around with confusion written all over his face.

"Harry!" she called.

"Well, isn't this an odd place to be a Heaven?" he exclaimed. Hera laughed and look around them, all she can see were the vast seas of blues, the scorching heat of the sun, and it was odd to see a blazing sun in the middle of fall in Scotland.

"I doubt this is Heaven, Harry" she said.

"Definitely, how can a ship like that appear in heaven" he said. His brows furrows as he were looking past Hera. Hera look at him confusedly and follow his line of sight and saw a majestic ship.

"Come on, harry!" she urged and started to swim towards the ship.

"What if it's Death Eaters' ship? Or worst a pirate ship?" he query and followed Hera.

"Even if it is, I'm not planning on staying in the sea any longer and die drowning, feel free if you want to" Hera answered him back.

"When did she had a sharp tongue?" Harry mumbled a complaint to himself and started to swim to catch up to Hera.

"Harry, Swim!"

"All right! All right! I'm already swimming! Merlin..." Harry answered.

"Hey! Help! Help! Here! We're also here!" Hera shouted and stopped swimming to wave her hands.

When Hera saw that she had been seen she continued swimming towards the magnanimous ship, it's that one thing that made her so at ease on approaching the ship. It looks far too regal to be a pirate ship.

When a sailor finally got her, he leads her towards the ladder that was being pulled upwards by the other sailors.

"Careful now, miss!" he instructed.

"Yes, thank you!" she answered. She held the rope tighter when the ladder was being pulled. A man escorted her as she descend to the planks of the ship.

"Thank you" she said to the man, she was about to turn and help harry but her sight caught a familiar figure.

"Everyone! Ready to set sail—"

"Caspian?" she called. The man's words were cut short, his stance stiffened and he faced her. There stood a familiar yet estranged man.

The Caspian she once remembers, from a distant fading memory, a young man that was crowned as the new king of Narnia. But now, Hera was looking at a different man. He was taller, his shoulders were broader, his back is wide and visible strong muscles lies beneath his shirt but his eyes were the same shade of dark, still tantalizing yet more intense and soul-searching pair of eyes.