Hero

15. Aftermath.

I didn't know what time it was, how long I'd been here in the dark with agonising fear rushing through my veins and my heart pounding against my ribcage. It was dark and stuffy in the wardrobe and not only fear, but worry also engulfed me, worry for Harry. I had actually surprised myself with how worried I had actually been about Harrys well being, a uncomfortable knot had rested itself in my chest when my thoughts had flashed to Harry fighting with daggers and what would happen if he got struck with one.

The thought of him hurt is foreign because he's the tough, protector, foreign and unpleasant.

I rest my head against my knees, mentally counting sheep to try and divert my thoughts from the horrid masked individuals downstairs and Harry getting hurt. It works for awhile until I get to 478 and give up, deciding there's no more sheep left.

The dead silence that surrounds me since I'm so far away from the fighting is broken and my ears perk up at a noise just outside the bedroom door it seems. Relief fills me when I think if it being Harry but that soon turns to blood curdling fear when I picture a masked man trying to sneak in so he can kill me. I huddle back against the wardrobe wall as tears fill my eyes and drip down my cheeks when the sound of the door opening fills the room.

My heart is pounding so hard I can barely breathe and I hold my breath in anticipation awaiting something that will let me know-

"Amelia, sweetheart." I hear Harrys husky voice ring throughout the room and relief fills me so strongly that I almost collapse as I rush to move the clothes aside and scramble out of the wardrobe ungracefully.

"Harry!" I cry accidentally as I rush to wrap my arms around him in a tight embrace as my tears soak into his shirt. It surprises me when he hugs back just as tight and rests his chin on my shoulder. My cheek stays pressed against his chest refusing to part.

"Shh, you're safe now." He murmurs quietly.

HARRY

"Amelia, sweetheart." I call out as I enter my bedroom, I turn around making sure to close the door and when I turn around all I hear is light pitter patters of feet and a flash of thick brown hair before a small body is colliding against my own and fragile arms wrapping around my torso. I'm taken aback slightly as I watch Amelia latch onto me and I slowly encase her with my own arms tightly, rubbing her back to ease her small cries. I murmur words of reassurance as I rest my chin against her shoulder, the weight of the situation pressing onto my own shoulders and I don't want to admit it but just her hug brings about some comfort to the feeling. Loosing some valuable Heroes is never easy, not emotionally as much but the less Heroes we have the less this city is protected. Emotional attachment is something I'm foreign too, I mostly choose to avoid it to protect myself from any pain that may be inflicted upon me. After all the death I've seen in my life, I have come to a decision that everyone leaves, so if you don't connect to them emotionally then you won't feel pain when they do. It's a simple, fool-proof philosophy.

She moves back, the back of her small hand wiping hastily at her damp cheeks as she gazes up at me, she is just about to flash me a small smile when her expression drops and a soft gasp escapes her lips as her eyes catch sight of my bloody head.

It's a lot worse than it looks, it's just a gash that has let out thick streams of blood which drip down the side of my face. I'm numb to the pain.

"Oh my god! You're hurt! What happened?!" She questions frantically as her hand raises to tilt my jaw around so she can examine it closer, she even gets onto the tips of her toes so she can see it better. I roll my eyes at her dramatic self and swat her away.

"It's nothing, m'fine." I say pushing her wiggling fingers away from my face. I'm however taken by surprise when her face hardens and she glares at me heatedly which is a complete difference to her usual timid attitude.