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༺ 71 - wounded hearts.

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| WOUNDED HEARTS |
"Then I've got to track down the rest of the Horcruxes, haven't I?"

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"WE DID IT, PROFESSOR!" Harry whispered, suddenly feeling a searing stitch in his chest. "We did it! We got the Horcrux!"

Alora stood beside Harry with her hand clutching against her stomach, she breathed heavily as she recalled the scene she had just witnessed. Dumbledore begging Harry and Alora to kill him, the creatures arising from the water. The fact that they had gotten a Horcrux had slipped her mind, the only thing present was that she felt like something wasn't quite right.

Alora felt as though something bad was about to happen.

Dumbledore staggered against Harry, looking pale and gaunt in the face, grabbing on for support. The twinkle in his eyes had dimmed. He no longer had that gaze that made everything feel like it was going to work out — for once, Alora's chest tightened, as though she knew Dumbledore was coming to an end.

"Sir, are—are you okay?" Alora asked shakily, rubbing her chest.

"I've been better," Dumbledore replied honestly, there was no trace of a lie. "That potion. . .was no health drink. . ."

Dumbledore began to sink.

"Sir—" Harry's eyes horrifyingly looked down, "—it's okay, sir, you're going to be alright, don't worry—"

Harry turned around to Alora, she usually had answers to events like this, but as Alora looked back at him with wide eyes that slowly drifted back to Dumbledore's state, she shook her head. Harry swallowed thickly, trying to think of something.

"We need to get you to school, sir. . .Madam Pomfrey. . ."

"No," Dumbledore shook his head. "It is. . .Professor Snape whom I need. . .but I do not think. . .I can walk very far just yet. . ."

"Right—sir, listen—I'm going to knock on a door, find a place you can stay—then I can run and get Madam—"

"He wants Snape, Harry." Alora interrupted.

Harry turned around, but before he could say anything, they heard footsteps, running ones. Alora's heart skipped a beat, for someone knew where they were, someone knew that they were in need of help. Turning around, they both saw Madam Rosmerta scurrying up the dark street towards them.

"I saw you Apparate as I was pulling my bedroom curtains! Thank goodness, thank goodness, I couldn't think what to—but what's wrong with Albus?"

"He's hurt," Harry said. "Madam Rosmerta, can he and Alora come into the Three Broomsticks while I go up to the school and get help for him?"

"I'm coming with you!" Alora whispered aggressively.

"Take Alora, Harry! You can't go up there alone! Don't you realise—haven't you seen—?"

"C'mon," Alora gave Harry a side-glance, cutting Madam Rosmerta off, "let's get him inside, can you both help me support him?"

"What has happened?" Dumbledore asked. "Rosmerta, what's wrong?"

"The—the Dark Mark, Albus."

Alora worriedly turned around, following Madam Rosmerta's gaze which pointed towards Hogwarts. Alora gave a small gasp, for there it was, hanging above the school: a blazing green skull with a serpent tongue, the mark Death Eaters left behind when they had entered a building, when they had murdered, Alora suddenly felt sickened, at once thinking about Aria's vulnerable self, alone in Hogwarts.