We Burn So Bright (We Burn Out)
“Go.” Harry grunts out, his eyes glowing.
It’s tearing him apart using this magnitude of power, stabilizing them in a single nanosecond. It’s not like before. Harry isn’t just keeping them in a different time period, but he’s actively holding all of existence still, and that has every possibility of literally ripping him to pieces, if the pain he’s exuding is anything to go by.
But Niall’s ability to emulate Harry’s empathic powers is fading already, now that they’re so far from the rupture. He knows he’s not feeling the full extent of it.
Niall takes off as fast as he can. They’re 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 it’s not going to matter to any of them or the corpse in his arms if there are a few bumps and bruises. They’re 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 didn’t 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 there’s more to it. There’s a purity in her that shines like a beacon in the sea of anger and hate.
She’d draw anyone’s attention, so it’s not hard to believe that Bobby’s people would kill her. They can’t let anything good exist if it’s magical.
Then again- Niall isn’t in any place to judge them. He’s spent a lot of time in his life hating magic and anything or anyone who had it. There were several points where he’d have probably worked with the bombers, if just to save the non-magical citizens in the crowd. He’d have taken Gemma’s life himself, if it was a mission given to him, and he wouldn’t have thought about it twice.
“Now is not the time to have a mental breakdown, love.” Harry says gently inside his head. “We’re on a bit of a, and please excuse the pun, time-crunch here”