'I barged in... like Hagrid, yes. Yet, if such a man knew of your existence, he wouldn't hesitate to sell you to a breeding hub, El. Your liver would've already been presold on the bloodseekers' black market.
Now, don't give me that look! A shaggy giant with a parliament of owls hasn't appeared at the door out of nowhere to port you from your ordinary life to a fantasy world, blaring, You're a wizard, Harry... But you're not, Mr. Styles. Though there's something off about you.
I never wanted to be the one to tell you... Having powers is dire. We're going extinct. No one cares about a sheep separated from the flock, standing out with mana exuding off her, when they are facing the wolf. You'd be outright hunted down by the wolf, just like you were at that hospital. The question is, how did you manage to survive all those years only to be exposed now?'
As the intruder went on, El's mind detached from her sick body, drifting back to the days she worked as an extra for a play as a part of a topless crowd, an intimidating man playing by her side. At the time, it was the farthest thing from her comfort zone. Amidst the chaos, to her surprise, her brain decided to cling to this memory, as if it were a lifeline preventing her from sinking into melancholy.
'So, the decision is yours, El,' the intruder's voice cut through the escape she had found. Trying to collect her shattered thoughts, El faced the choice. 'Stay with Mr. Styles, which equals suicide, or come with me. It's your call. I've done more than enough.'
Beside her, Harry was a breathing mess.
'Where are we going?' El asked sheepishly.
'You trust her?!' El's short question broke the silence on Harry's lips. He exclaimed, grabbing her arms and turning her to face him. Despite her blindness, it was as if she could sense him.
'I have no choice, Harry. Don't want to give you more trouble.'
'That's a wise choice,' El heard footsteps fading away. 'Not Hogwarts,' the intruder answered.All Rights Reserved