I was vaguely aware of movement, of being carried through grand corridors that stretched out like a labyrinth. The opulent walls were a blur, a stark contrast to the urgency I sensed in the arms that held me. My body had finally succumbed to the exhaustion, and I lay limp in Harry's embrace.
His steps were steady but hurried, each footfall echoing softly against what I assumed were marble floors. I could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath, a reminder of how close he was. The Trials had pushed me to my limits, and now, away from prying eyes, Harry seemed to be acting on protective instincts I hadn't known he possessed.
As we rounded what felt like a final corner, I heard the creak of a door opening. The room beyond smelled of plush furnishings and muted colors, a stark con
