Keeping Isabelle

I felt great. I wasn't feeling like a zombie like I normally would if I'd stayed locked up in a basement. But no, I had a room, with windows, and a mattress, complete with blankets and all.

I woke up early, I guess, because the sun was dawning right as I hurried to the kitchen. I was going to cook Harry a breakfast as a thank you, and then I would be in my way.

"Isabelle?" Harry said about three hours later when I'd finished cooking. I made eggs, toast, pancakes, and omelets. "Wow, Isabelle. Thank you." Harry sat down across from me.

"No problem, I just wanted to thank you before I left," I said and collected my breakfast. Harry looked up, his eyes flashing for a moment.

"Yes, you see, I was thinking that you could stay here, with me, actually." His voice grew posher when he got nervous. His body was tense.

"Harry–"

"I know," he said, holding his hands up. "You do not want to put me in danger. But I don't want you in it, either. Isabelle, please, you don't have to stay forever, you will have the option to leave whenever you want. Just stay until it gets warmer out, please?" I sighed, nodding.

"I will be able to leave whenever?"

"Of course."

I nodded. I knew I wouldn't be staying until spring, they would track me down before then.

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