(Harry's POV)
"Wh-What?" Claire's voice was thin and weak. She leaned warily back onto my chest and set her hand over her heart. "How did this happen?"
"No one knows, but we're trying to figure out who took the plane down."
"Someone shot it down?"
"We received a distress call a few moments before we lost connection. Our communicators were only able to make out a few words. They said: mayday, enemy, Atlantic Ocean, and help."
"Thank you, Louise."
I turned Claire around and guided her back to our room. "Do you think he's dead? Or that those men that attacked us got him?"
"Darling, stop fretting. I have the best trackers working on this and I will find more of them if I need to."
"But what if he is hurt? What if they're hurting him and it's all my fault."
"My men were on that plane. I know them all personally and they will help him if he needs it." I pet her hair and hugged her tightly again to my chest. "Everything will be fine. I promise."
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Thirst h.s
Fanfiction"All my life I've been alone and have liked it, but now that I have you I have this thirst that only you can quench."
