Harry opened his eyes and looked back at her with normal vision, but before she had a chance to stand, Patrick O’Riley, isolated and alone at the end of the Gryffindor table, stood from his bench and ran over to James Chang. The face before him, barely able to lift itself from the fouled bedding of straw, was pure misery. XXNX The clash forced Harry’s eyes upward and there he saw, high above the scene, the comet Ebyrth floating in the sky – a shining omen of war and despair. That he nearly killed the Chosen in his haste… it is a delicate balance, and he now questions his heart. His face was drawn and tired, more gaunt than the Draco he’d seen before, the one dressed in red. “In the earliest of times, dragons held the strongest of magic.”
“They still do,” said Gabriella shortly.
