by elfin

...and so it begins...


Harry opened the door and stared stonily at the woman sitting at the end of the rectangular wooden table, no makeup, hair a mess, ankles and wrists cuffed.

She looked up at him, the light all gone from her eyes.

"If he dies," Harry told her with dangerous promise, "you'll never walk out of this room. I'll see to it personally."

He turned his back. She called his name. He slammed the door shut again behind him and heard her shout to him.

Whatever it was, he didn't want to hear it.

He didn't stop until he was outside, on the steps, staring at the pavement still dark with Adam's blood.