Reasons to Join Portkey to the Past
"Lily’s tear-stained face made something wither in James’ chest, and a little more of the fog melted away. She yelled at his mates, sent them away, brought him into the house, then threw her arms around him and fastened them about his waist like she had no intentions of ever letting go. Right now his memory wasn’t the clearest, but his arms wound around her frame so automatically, he knew he’d have to have done this thousands of times before. Without realizing it, he was tearing up too.
“They had me under for three-and-a-half minutes, Lily.” His voice was still hoarse, and the crying wasn’t helping, but it was the strongest it had been since then. “People lose their minds after two.”
His girlfriend gave a sob, and he gripped her tighter.
“But do you know how I didn’t lose my sanity in those 210 seconds?”
She gave a muffled, sort of half-choke sound he thought negative.
“You.” The answer was simple, and flowed off his lips like gravity commanded it.
She sobbed again, this time a quieter sound, and clutched him still tighter.
“Because I promised you that I would come back."
"Did she know how he managed to stay sane? No, no she didn’t. She had absolutely no bloody idea how he managed to stay sane, because she was having a hard time staying sane herself right now. Words couldn’t even begin to describe the ferocity with which she wished she could have been hit with the bloody curse instead of him just so she wouldn’t have to stand here and witness the aftermath of her James, her rock, being tortured.
Out of all of that, she just barely managed to choke out a “no.” And then she heard it.
Lily’s sob that time was almost one of relief. He wasn’t broken. He was still James, the James she loved so much that she’d go through insurmountable pain just to avoid seeing him like this for one second. The James who would do the same for her in a heartbeat."
