Witch Hunters
Lilly
Lilly’s eyes fluttered open slowly, her body aching as she tried to move. She could only just barely remember being attacked by the witches, but her body remembered everything. She forced her eyes to open completely, and they were met with Harry’s face, as he slept quietly next to her. She was laying on top of a wooden table, covered by a strange blanket, while Harry sat in a chair with his head resting next to her.
His hand laid on top of hers, and the sight of it reminded Lilly of him saving her. She could only remember bits and pieces, but in her mind she saw Harry carrying her to safety, and she knew that he didn’t leave her side once.
He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping next to her, and she reached her hand out to run over his perfectly curly hair, even though she didn’t wake him. He didn’t stir a bit, so she kept her hand there, just watching him while he slept. He looked completely exhausted, which Lilly knew was her fault. Harry would never have been able to sleep if he thought she was in danger. He had always cared for her more than she cared for herself, and that was something that was so special about him.
Smiling, she moved her head forward, so her and Harry’s were only just inches away. She could feel his heavy breathing as he slumbered, and it was the most soothing sound she’d ever heard. After a few long moments like that, Lilly leaned forward just a little bit more, until her lips were pressed in a kiss so gentle she wasn’t even sure that he would feel it.
When she pulled away, she found him smiling at her, his eyes just barely opening.
“You’re awake,” he said, his smile widening as he sat up in his seat.
Lilly nodded her head before the old woman walked into the room, moving pots around on the wooden table against the wall.
“How are you feeling?” the woman asked, causing Lilly to look at her with wide eyes. The last thing she remembered was learning that the woman was a witch, and she wanted to grab onto Harry’s hand and drag him out of the room as quickly as she could. “Don’t worry, dear. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Lilly looked at Harry, her lips parted in fear.
“It’s okay, Lil,” Harry said, nodding his head. “She’s alright.”
Lilly let out a long breath before looking back at the old woman and announcing that she felt okay. The older woman smiled before Lilly looked back at Harry, her lips pressed together. “Where’s Liam?”
“He’s fine,” Harry said, giving her a small smile. “He’s with Maeve.”
Lilly nodded. “I should find him. I need to – uh – I should apologize.”
Harry nodded softly before reaching his hand out to help her to her feet. He pointed down the hallway and gave her an encouraging smile. “The back bedroom.”
Lilly followed Harry’s finger to the end of the small house, where she found Liam sitting in one corner, with Maeve sleeping in the bed, while he sharpened one of his many knives. His eyes lifted up and met hers almost immediately.
“You’re okay,” he breathed out, pausing what he was doing to look at her.
She nodded her head and pressed her lips together. “So are you.”
He smiled a bit. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Lilly just shrugged, running her fingers over the bottom of her shirt, while she looked at Liam. Her words suddenly so hard to get out, and even just breathing seemed difficult. Lilly had always been stubborn.
“Liam, I –”
Liam stood up quickly, causing Lilly to cut off the words she wasn’t sure she’d even be able to speak, and wrapped in her a tight hug. She buried her head into his chest while she wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing deeply.
“It’s okay, Lil,” Liam whispered, squeezing her more tightly. “No hard feelings.”
Lilly nodded her head into his chest, pushing her face closer while he held her. The two of them stayed like that for a few long moments before they heard Harry calling for them in the kitchen. They pulled away from one another, with an exhausted Maeve still sleeping next to them, and followed Harry’s voice to the other room.
He stood in the middle of the room, pointing at the window while he looked at Lilly and Liam. “I think you guys will want to see this.”
Lilly looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed before taking a few steps forward so she was standing right next to him, their shoulders touching. Her eyes followed his finger out the window, which was lit with reds and oranges.
Surrounding the small cottage was the biggest fire Lilly had ever seen, and they all knew it could only be caused by one thing.
It was the witches and this was their last stand.
His hand laid on top of hers, and the sight of it reminded Lilly of him saving her. She could only remember bits and pieces, but in her mind she saw Harry carrying her to safety, and she knew that he didn’t leave her side once.
He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping next to her, and she reached her hand out to run over his perfectly curly hair, even though she didn’t wake him. He didn’t stir a bit, so she kept her hand there, just watching him while he slept. He looked completely exhausted, which Lilly knew was her fault. Harry would never have been able to sleep if he thought she was in danger. He had always cared for her more than she cared for herself, and that was something that was so special about him.
Smiling, she moved her head forward, so her and Harry’s were only just inches away. She could feel his heavy breathing as he slumbered, and it was the most soothing sound she’d ever heard. After a few long moments like that, Lilly leaned forward just a little bit more, until her lips were pressed in a kiss so gentle she wasn’t even sure that he would feel it.
When she pulled away, she found him smiling at her, his eyes just barely opening.
“You’re awake,” he said, his smile widening as he sat up in his seat.
Lilly nodded her head before the old woman walked into the room, moving pots around on the wooden table against the wall.
“How are you feeling?” the woman asked, causing Lilly to look at her with wide eyes. The last thing she remembered was learning that the woman was a witch, and she wanted to grab onto Harry’s hand and drag him out of the room as quickly as she could. “Don’t worry, dear. I’m not going to hurt you.”
Lilly looked at Harry, her lips parted in fear.
“It’s okay, Lil,” Harry said, nodding his head. “She’s alright.”
Lilly let out a long breath before looking back at the old woman and announcing that she felt okay. The older woman smiled before Lilly looked back at Harry, her lips pressed together. “Where’s Liam?”
“He’s fine,” Harry said, giving her a small smile. “He’s with Maeve.”
Lilly nodded. “I should find him. I need to – uh – I should apologize.”
Harry nodded softly before reaching his hand out to help her to her feet. He pointed down the hallway and gave her an encouraging smile. “The back bedroom.”
Lilly followed Harry’s finger to the end of the small house, where she found Liam sitting in one corner, with Maeve sleeping in the bed, while he sharpened one of his many knives. His eyes lifted up and met hers almost immediately.
“You’re okay,” he breathed out, pausing what he was doing to look at her.
She nodded her head and pressed her lips together. “So are you.”
He smiled a bit. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Lilly just shrugged, running her fingers over the bottom of her shirt, while she looked at Liam. Her words suddenly so hard to get out, and even just breathing seemed difficult. Lilly had always been stubborn.
“Liam, I –”
Liam stood up quickly, causing Lilly to cut off the words she wasn’t sure she’d even be able to speak, and wrapped in her a tight hug. She buried her head into his chest while she wrapped her arms around his neck, breathing deeply.
“It’s okay, Lil,” Liam whispered, squeezing her more tightly. “No hard feelings.”
Lilly nodded her head into his chest, pushing her face closer while he held her. The two of them stayed like that for a few long moments before they heard Harry calling for them in the kitchen. They pulled away from one another, with an exhausted Maeve still sleeping next to them, and followed Harry’s voice to the other room.
He stood in the middle of the room, pointing at the window while he looked at Lilly and Liam. “I think you guys will want to see this.”
Lilly looked at him with her eyebrows furrowed before taking a few steps forward so she was standing right next to him, their shoulders touching. Her eyes followed his finger out the window, which was lit with reds and oranges.
Surrounding the small cottage was the biggest fire Lilly had ever seen, and they all knew it could only be caused by one thing.
It was the witches and this was their last stand.