"Alas! Earwax!" Dumbledore choked, making Harry laugh as he spit it out, sticking out his tongue.
"Should have learned from your youth, aye, Professor?" They head a soft voice say, and Harry looked over to see Diana had finally woken up!
"Diana!" He exclaimed, and Dumbledore smiled again, before walking to her bedside.
"Diana, I believe you have something to give me?" She sighed, before sitting up and lifting her blanket, to reveal her anklet once more. Harry had nearly forgotten about it.
Diana was reluctant to take it off. She'd been wearing it beneath her sock for ten years, and now it was time to remove it. She would age at a normal pace once more.
She suddenly felt a hand on her arm, and looked up to see Harry, who smiled at her. She smiled back, then reached down, and undid the clip that held the chain around her ankle, and the anklet fell limp in her hand. She fell back against the pillow, Dumbledore kindly replacing the blanket over her feet as she stared at the small stone, tracing its shape with her fingertips. Then she handed it to Dumbledore, and he left with only a smile.
She then fell back against her pillow, feeling exhausted still, and turned to see Harry staring at her somberly. "What's wrong, Hairy Harry?" She asked him.
"What happened down there?" He asked. "Before Dumbledore came?" She let out a deep sigh.
"You were fading fast. You had Quirrell in your hands and you weren't letting go, but he was fighting hard. I knew I had to do something. So, I pulled him off of you. You fell back, and..." She sniffed, and Harry saw tears in her eyes. "And I thought that you had died. So, I pulled my wand out and aimed it at Quirrell. I intended to kill him myself. End it all. But, he, he knocked me out." She looked ashamed. "He blasted me back, and I hit my head on the mirror, some of the glass shattering. If Dumbledore hadn't gotten there and and stopped Quirrell before he got to you... You might have actually died!" She buried her face in her hands, sobbing. Harry took her hand again.
"Diana, I thought you had died!" He told her. "Just before I was knocked out, I saw you attack him! My vision was blurring when you hit the mirror!" Diana put her hands down, smiling a watery smile.
"Oh, Harry." She sniffed. "I'm not going to die. I promise you, I won't die." Harry looked at her, unconvinced.
"But, what if something happens to you? Like with Mum and Dad?"
"Harry." She swung her leg over the edge of the bed. "I'm not going to die. Because I am the one who will protect you."
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WARNING: SPOILERS!!! ~A Watty's 2019 Submission!
RandomI debated this for a while, and decided to do it. These are chapters or small bits that I want to put into my stories in the future! I type them all the time, and decided to let you guys see them early! But I you don't want to see any of them, then...
