"Ollie Cat?"
"Daddy?" Tears were streaming quickly down my face as I held my fathers hand. It was so cold.
"You shouldn't be here to see this, Ollie."
I swallowed, blinking furiously. "Yes. Yes I do!"
He shook his head slowly, eyes cloudy. "It's- it's not g-good for you, sweetheart." He took a shaky breath, blue wisps falling from his shiny black eyes. "T-take them!"
I turned around, tears blinding my vision. "A vial, a flask, anything?!"
Hermione dug around in her bag, hands visibly shaking. She pulled out a flask of some sort, and I quickly pressed the cool glass to my fathers cheeks. The blue substance, memories, fell into it.
The flask filled up quickly, and the memories grew thinner. I tossed the flask to Harry, who caught it with shaky hands.
"Go! Get out of here!" I screamed.
The golden trio backed out, and left me alone with my father.
"Oll-Ollie..."
I shook my head. "You're not leaving me! You can't!"
He smiled painfully, resting his bloody fingers on my cheeks. I pressed a palm into the wound, other hand digging into my pocket. I pulled out a small vial, and held it up.
"Th-those.."
"These are phoenix tears, Daddy. I'm gunna save you." I moved my blood soaked fingers, and dipped the tears onto his wound.
The healing was..magical. The skin formed back, poison seeping out of the bite in black globs. I reached into my pocket again and grabbed the flask of Blood Replenishing Potion.
"Open, Daddy." I ordered.
His mouth slitted open, and I poured the potion down his throat. The effect was almost immediate.
Color returned to his face, and his hands became warm again.
"Ollie? How did you-"
"Never go into a battle unprepared. I think it was you who told me that." I smiled, happy tears flooding down my cheeks.
"I love you, Ollie Cat." He muttered, still weak from the blood loss.
"Love you too, Daddy. We need to get outta here. They might come back." I pulled out my wand, and glanced around. "Scorgify." I pointed my wand at Daddy, then back at myself and repeated it.
"I don't believe I can stand, Ollie." Daddy told me, pushing himself.onto his elbows.
I frowned. "I can help you, Daddy. I think."
He chuckled and used his hands to lean up against the wall. "I'm sure, Oliva. My five foot six daughter dragging around her six foot two father."
"I can try!" I put on a brave face, and grabbed his hand. I pulled him up, and he pushed up with his feet.
Daddy leaned heavily onto me, but I was able to help him outside and up towards the castle.
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Ello! If your reading this, it means you like it...hopefully!
Ollie signing out!
