Chapter 26
Chapter 26 Tom wasn’t flying, he was falling; falling off a cliff into the sky, with the wind a dull, confusing roar in his ears. He reached for a hand that appeared before him, but it pulled away just as he thought he was safe. He screamed as Harry’s grinning face mocked him from the clouds. He was hot now, too hot, on fire. Dear God, the pain; he couldn’t bear it. Down and down he went, faster and faster. Past his horrified mother and frowning father. Past his weeping grandmother, who held his silver Karma out on a chain – too far away to reach. A mirror floated past but he couldn’t see himself – only a hideous mass of swollen burnt flesh that might have once been his face. And then Emma was there, smiling and dressed in boy’s clothes two sizes too big, falling with him, holding his ha
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