( @blckdhlia | riri williams )
he sat himself facing the horizon, his fingers absentmindedly holding on to his necklace. harry never realised it but that thing was grounding him and calming him down, much more than anything else he held. he heard movement from behind him and he stood up immediately, facing the other person. she’s out to get your necklace, harry, said the voice in his head. “who are you?,” he asked as he held on to his necklace.












