"Baby, itisgoing to be okay. Comehere." Harry coos, pulling me into his chest. When I don't respond, he lifts me up bridal style and carries me away from prying eyes.
He carries me all the way up to our bedroom where he immediately takes me into the en suite and starts to gently remove my clothes before his own. He, then, gets us both into the shower to clean off the blood from my hands.
"Harry? WhathaveIdone?" I whimper in disbelief once again and Harry sighs, shutting off the water, grabbing some towels and getting us out of the shower. He leads me back into the bedroom and sits me onto the bed before kneeling down before me, one hand on my knee and the other on my cheek.
"Iwantyoutolistentomeverycarefully, okay? Now, firstly. Thosethingsdeservedwhathappenedtothem. Theycameheretokillyou. Secondly, youhavenotonethingtofeelbadabout. Okay? Youdidnotdoathingwrong. Lastly, wearegoingbackhomewhereyouwillfeelmorecomfortable. Iwillhavepeopleprotectyouthere." He tells me and I nod, finally accepting the fact that he's right. He smiles and leans up to kiss me. "Let'sgoandgetyoudressed." He says and I nod, letting him help me.
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Harry tried to make me feel better, but, I killed someone, good or not, I killed someone. A mug of hot chocolate is placed into my hands and I look up to see Harry.
"Thankyou." I send him a small smile. He sits down next to me, his hand immediately going to my stomach.
"WeshouldinviteyourBrother'sdownfordinner. Totellthemaboutthebaby." He suggests and I nod, liking the idea of seeing my Brother's again. "Plus, whenthebabyisborn, weshouldmoveintothepalace." I immediately shake my head, causing Harry to frown.