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He got up to leave, soreness and tiredness threatening to overtake him. A swirl of emotions raging within him, but he couldn't think about that right now. He just needed to get out. He just needed to breathe. It was too much right then. He felt like twine about to snap!
A small hand lightly tugged on his, “Harry… please. You need to rest.”
‘Rest?!’ How could he rest?! His wand was broken, Bathilda was dead, and the sword was nowhere to be found! He jerked his hand out of hers and dashed to exit the tent but was stopped when a warm pair of arms wrapped around his torso.
A broken voice. “I’m sorry, Harry. I’m sorry…please stay.” A voice so small he wasn’t sure he’d heard it.
His hands came up to hers, hands once so soft now roughened to the touch, and removed her arms from around him. He wanted to run, to walk away, to go anywhere else at that moment. He turned around and with her hands still in his walked them both back to the cot. Where he slid in and pulled her down to lay with him. They both needed to rest.