We Burn So Bright (We Burn Out)
âGo.â Harry grunts out, his eyes glowing.
Itâs tearing him apart using this magnitude of power, stabilizing them in a single nanosecond. Itâs not like before. Harry isnât just keeping them in a different time period, but heâs actively holding all of existence still, and that has every possibility of literally ripping him to pieces, if the pain heâs exuding is anything to go by.
But Niallâs ability to emulate Harryâs empathic powers is fading already, now that theyâre so far from the rupture. He knows heâs not feeling the full extent of it.
Niall takes off as fast as he can. Theyâre at the back of the courtyard, a crowd separating him from the stage where Gemma is, and where Harry is stepping onto. He pushes through, because itâs not going to matter to any of them or the corpse in his arms if there are a few bumps and bruises. Theyâre all going to be as dead as she is in a few moments.
Even if Niall had no idea about this event, even if he didnât have this corpse in his arms that looks like her, Niall would know who he was looking for. Gemma looks so much like him, like Harry, but thereâs more to it. Thereâs a purity in her that shines like a beacon in the sea of anger and hate.
Sheâd draw anyoneâs attention, so itâs not hard to believe that Bobbyâs people would kill her. They canât let anything good exist if itâs magical.
Then again- Niall isnât in any place to judge them. Heâs spent a lot of time in his life hating magic and anything or anyone who had it. There were several points where heâd have probably worked with the bombers, if just to save the non-magical citizens in the crowd. Heâd have taken Gemmaâs life himself, if it was a mission given to him, and he wouldnât have thought about it twice.
âNow is not the time to have a mental breakdown, love.â Harry says gently inside his head. âWeâre on a bit of a, and please excuse the pun, time-crunch hereâ