Shadows. Everyone casts one even when they're not always seen by the bare naked eye. Nobody knows of this but the eternally young carefree Peter Pan, but the shadows actually live. Hidden from our eyes, the dark imprint of ourselves always lingers and looms behind us longing to leave the cloak of darkness and penetrate the shining light. Shadows, in their paralyzing and ominous glory, can even spread amongst you like a mist, concealing what lays beneath the surface, like love, jealousy, and hatred. Shielding you like a cloth over your eyes, they can creep into the corner of your vision perverting the mists clouding your perceptions already fragile sense of reality with a murky veiled facade. Some end up walking blindly down a path of doom, their shadow laughing behind them gleefully.

Harry Hook, son of Captain Hook, has his own parasitic shadow that crept upon him daily with an insatiable hunger that desired the one thing Harry had never achieved. The approval and affection of his censorious and acrimonious father, but oh, how he longed for it. The one gift his father ever gave him always stayed by his side, an emotional crutch he'd spiral without. Only one thing, well person, could release him from his hollow raging episode. Uma.

Uma, daughter of the notorious sea witch Ursula, once sought her mother's approval. However, years of neglect and total isolation from her peers turned what once was a simple awareness that life could potentially be so much better and the reality that it never would twisted Uma with an acidic and icy resentment that bore a hole into her very soul. These two villain kids found light in each other, and their shadows gleamed for all to see, even though their darkness had left them rayless inside.

After years of being trapped on the Isle of the Lost, that Uma, deemed sarcastically as The Isle Of The Lemmings. Uma thought of the name after watching a documentary about lemmings jumping to their deaths. Which she thought fit life on the Isle perfectly, except you weren't just jumping to your death alone, no, sometimes you would be pushed off it. Still, with Harry, Uma found herself not wanting to jump at all. He was her safety net always catching her when she fell.

As Harry and Uma grew older, they fell in love but found themselves kept apart by the choice between living trapped in their emotionless facade or dying because of it; paraded for all to see as they would hang, their last sight probably each other as eternal darkness would take them over.

Neither foolish, they chose their Isle mask well. For Harry, a mania that melded into him and became real. For Uma, her mask was sass and anger. Her mask had melded onto her as well, but the anger was really hiding something else entirely. Uma reluctantly agreed to live her life in Auradon under the assurance by King Ben that he'd persuade Fairy Godmother into tearing down the magical barrier surrounding and entrapping the Isle and its residents. There in Auradon, Uma and Harry's lifelong shadows seemed to disappear as they finally cast their doubts away and acted purely on instinct.

It was perfect until the anchor that is Harry's father dragged them both down. Captain Hook had somehow found a loophole that would allow him to sail to Neverland. In turn, Captain Hook had invited, more like demanded, his children go with him and help him defeat the self-centered Peter Pan. Harriet and CJ instantly rejected his offer. Harriet was busy sailing with her own crew becoming a great pirate in her own right, and CJ didn't want the burden of living in her father's shadow, again. Harry, however, immediately agreed; he always craved to be part of his father's crew.

Harry felt giddy; he practically skipped to Uma's dorm as he ran with excitement. She's going to be so happy for me! She wasn't. She fumed at the very prospect of Harry still clinging to juvenile longing for his father's approval.

They were 18 now, and the school year had just finished for them both. Graduation brewed under them, and Uma knew big decisions would need to be made. She assumed she and Harry would gather the crew together and sail the open sea, not him deciding to chase after the never-aging Peter Pan and to sail on his father's ego trip.

Harry's face had fallen; he thought Uma would be happy with the news he just bared. She knew how much his father's validation meant to him. But, she affectionately moves a strand of Harry's hair and starts to give him the 'this is never going to happen while I'm alive' speech.

"Harry, you don't need to chase after your father's approval anymore. You're better off without him."

Harry, wanting to move into Uma's touch, decides instead to shake her hand off, and Uma looks at him dejected, as he looks at her with pleading eyes.

"Uma, you know how important this is to me. It's a great opportunity for me to-"

"Live out your father's insane dream. Harry, the boy's like forever 11. How hard could he even be to beat?" Uma interrupts, not wanting to hear Harry's speech praising his father.

"Hey! Peter Pan is crafty, and you shouldn't underestimate him!" Harry defended, his words sounding more like his father's than his own.

"You haven't met the boy, Harry. Let your dad go on his own; knowing him, he'll be there forever, falling for a new Peter Pan ploy every day."

"Uma," Harry warns, "I know you don't like my dad, but this is important to me."

"Harry, it shouldn't be. That's your father's story, your father's journey. Don't let the shadow of Captain Hook keep you from being who you really are."

"He isn't." Harry denies, and Uma looks at him in disbelief."He won't." Harry emphasizes, but his words seem empty to even himself.

"He's done it before Harry. I know you hate Auradon, but you've changed so much here."

"Bore-adon hasn't changed me at all," he argued, feeling a little offended.

"Mal told me you helped Ben just yesterday after their fight."

"Not because I wanted to," Harry explains annoyed, " keeping beasty boy and traitor together keeps him from making googly eyes at you."

"For the last time, Ben isn't secretly in love with me." Uma rolls her eyes, "Ben and I are just friends."

"You and I were just friends." He commented raising his eyebrows flirtatiously while giving a cheeky smile.

"Harry, you and I both know we were never just friends," Uma quips suggestively and tugs his jacket lightly.

"I like hearing you say that," Harry admits softly, forgetting his earlier feelings of aggravation for Uma rejecting his foolishly thought out life plan. He instinctively reaches out his hand to twirl one of Uma's braids in between his fingers but fights the urge and instead gives Uma an imploring look. "I'll be back before you know it."

"Harry, this is a terrible idea. You know how your father is; he hurts you." Uma rubs her hands against his jacket and Harry looks down saddened.

"He can't...do that anymore, I'm a man now," Harry insists half-heartedly. "I'm no longer a lost boy."

"Harry, he was still hitting you when we were on the Isle last year. It feels like you're falling into a trap."

"He's my father; I can't say no to him!"

"CJ and Harriet did, Harry! Please, I don't want him to hurt you," Uma begs tears brimming from her eyes.

Harry looks shocked to see the formidable Uma crying. She was never this openly vulnerable, even with him. Harry pulls Uma into a hug and soothingly rubs her back. "I won't go," he assures, his shadow enveloping and swallowing him whole because he knew his words would be lies tomorrow.

The next morning, Harry woke up with the intention to sneak out before Uma wakes up. However, when he awakened, Uma wasn't beside him at all. He went to his dorm and quickly got ready. After he was handsomely dressed, he tucked his hook in his jacket pocket and began to pack his clothes.

The deed was quickly done with Harry just shoving anything and everything in. He zipped up his packed bag and walked to his door, pausing.

He wanted to say goodbye to Uma, not that he had any clue where she even was. He knew if Uma knew he was leaving, she'd find a way to lock him away somewhere till his father's ship sailed away.

He knew this was a stupid decision. Uma was right, his father had hurt him, physically, emotionally, and mentally. But he could finally earn his father's love, finally have worth in Captain Hook's eyes.

Harry opened the door and exited the room, making his way to the ship. Praying one day that Uma would forgive him.

Uma had waited on the dock for over an hour now. A gut feeling in her stomach was telling her Harry wouldn't ever just refuse his father's offer, especially with his father's approval being the top thing he desired.

Uma looked down at her painted nails as she awaited Harry's arrival. She heard footsteps approaching then suddenly stop. It had to be him. She lifts her head up giving him a wry smile.

"Going somewhere, Harry?" She asks in mock interest. Harry said nothing gulping in fear instead. Uma eyed the bag in his hand that Harry wide-eyed shifted behind his back.

"Why are you here?" Harry questions general confusion etched on his face.

"I think that question here is," Uma stops suddenly and crosses her arms over her chest. "Why are you here?"

"I can't not take his offer Uma. He's my father."

"CJ and Harriet did and last I checked Hook was their father too." Uma points out and Harry's winces at the very mention of his sister's names.

"They never had to fight for father's praise, or anything concerning father. Little girls don't remind my father of Peter Pan."

Uma looked at Harry with concern. "Which is exactly why you should never say yes to this! He beat you. Sometimes, even until your face and body was unrecognizable."

"Uma," Harry begs his mind flashbacking to the memories he never wanted to see again. "I'm not a lost boy anymore. He can't hurt me, not anymore."

Was this becoming his catchphrase? Why couldn't Harry see the crippling insanity his father had instilled him?

"Harry, he still is. You just don't see it." Uma frustratingly clutches the side of her face and rubs her eye. "He'll have you living out his story for the rest of your life. You're Harry Hook. Not Captain James Hook."

"Defeating Peter Pan is a Hook legacy."

"No, it's your father's twisted idea of winning."

"You don't understand."

"Don't understand? Who would fix you up after he hurt you? Who lets you sleep in their bed because of the nightmares you have starring him?"

Harry looked away. He was walking right into the web of the man who abused him. It was idiotic. It was like walking into an obvious trap and wondering why you were there in the first place. This was everything he ever dreamed, and if he didn't have this, what did he have?

He had Uma. He could sail out the course of life with her forever, or he could finally gain his father's approval. He took a deep breath and regret showed in his eyes. Uma's eyes widened in response. Harry smoothly made his way around her but Uma managed to grab his jacket sleeve.

"Harry," Uma says his name with so many emotions that Harry wonders if he'll be struck down by them all.

"I'm sorry, Uma. I love you, I've always loved you. More than you'll ever know but this time...this time, I can't choose you." Harry replies somberly.

"Harry, please, you can't leave me. I love you too."

Harry looks back at Uma shocked as he digests Uma's confession. They had been together for months now, but she always managed to evade the word.

Not that he minded, Harry was fine with the situation, because even though he never heard it outwardly, he knew by Uma's actions that she loved him. I don't want to hurt her. I don't want to leave her.

Harry was about to turn around and embrace Uma. Tempted to tell her, he's sorry for ever thinking about leaving her, but an angry voice calls his name.

"Harry!" The voice of the so-called great Captain James Hook called, "Hurry up!"

Almost as if Harry's head had been submerged in water and finally released, he jumped back. Uma's grip on him gone as he turns to speak in his father's direction.

"I'm coming father!" Harry yells and then turns to Uma, whose eyes looked pleading and hopeful. "I hope you'll forgive me one day."

"Harry, No!"

Uma curses Harry's name as he turns and walks away. She stomps on the boardwalk hard, "You're not going on that ship, Harry. That's an order from your, Captain." She glares at him, her voice sharp, as she prepares to fully unsheathe her anger.

Uma expected Harry to cow before her, and beg for her forgiveness. Harry stopped and turned around a conflicted look on his handsome face. Was he considering my words? Uma smiles in triumph, but Harry turns back in the same direction as before and continues to walk towards the ship.

Angry tears begin to fall from Uma's eyes as Harry makes his way to his father's ship. When Harry reaches the entrance, he hears Uma angrily wail, his shoulders drop in shame.

"Harry!" She screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice becoming hoarse in the process.

Harry could still hear Uma's cries and pleas as he made his way further into the ship. When he reached the top deck, he saw his father who had a spyglass in his hand looking at the blue clear sky above. His father put the spyglass down and slipped it in his pocket supposedly satisfied. He notices Harry and begins to speak to him.

"You see what foolish emotions, like love, bring; to think your girlfriend wants to hold you back from reaching your true potential."

Harry looks to where Uma is, his eyes lock on hers, and she stops screaming his name. She looks at him heartbroken, angry, and desperate.

Uma thought of all the ways she could make Harry stay. Magic? No, he'd never forgive her. Love? Clearly, that wasn't enough as he ignored all her pleas. What could she do? Well, there was always the option to turn into her Caecelia form and destroy his father's ship till pieces of the once-heralded vessel were scattered around everywhere. He'd hate me. There would be no forgiveness for Uma to even seek.

She wiped her tears in frustration. If Harry was really going to leave her to fulfill some impossible dream with his father, then so be it. I just hope he doesn't think I'll be here when he gets back.

Hook commanded his crew to set sail to his ship, as Harry watched Uma's face go from hurt anger to volcanic fury. Uma begins to march away, chin held high, as Harry ran along the railings of the ship. His eyes never leaving her retreating form.

She's never going to forgive me. Maybe by the time he got back, time would have healed this open wound.

He knew he would always have a place in Uma's heart. Harry didn't believe in silly things like soulmates, but he did believe in true love. And what Uma, and he had was the truest of them all. He just hoped he didn't mess it all up.

Years had passed, and both, Uma and Harry, clung to their shadows, unable to release them. Harry still had the same shadow suffocating him slowly. Uma's shadow had changed, Harry once her light, became a darkness she hid deeply. Uma's love for Harry had become an angry thirsting shadow that couldn't cope with the shivering feeling of abandonment.

They were finally free of their parent's clutches, free of their burdens, and yet, Harry ran right into the arms of his father. Idiot! How could he leave me?

Uma felt selfish. She knew why. Harry's father was like a ringleader of chaos and a manipulator of thought, and Harry foolishly fell into his trap. Why wasn't her love enough for Harry?

Uma felt Harry's presence everywhere; it sauntered all around her. In her bedroom, all of the things he left behind sat in a box that she hadn't opened for years. She knew if she did, then it'd feel like she'd pricked her finger on a spinning wheel, cursed to dream an eternal dream of Harry.

Uma glances at her clock and begins to panic. She was late to the luncheon, again. And surprisingly not on purpose this time. She appreciated the gesture of being invited, but somehow the conversation always came back to her relationship status, no matter the context. One time, they went from talking desserts to Mal and CJ debating whether Harry and Uma were still together. Luckily for Uma, at today's luncheon, the age-old conversation took only an hour to pop up.

"They are, and Harry isn't happy you keep trying to set up his girlfriend," CJ defensively bickered upset, with Mal for the umpteenth time this week. She was so tired of Mal trying to push away Uma from her obvious true love, Harry. Of course, she was pretty biased, with Harry being her brother and all.

"Happy? He left Uma! She's not his girlfriend anymore!" Mal argued, Evie, nodding in the background.

"They never broke up!"

Technically, CJ was right, Harry and Uma had never broken up. From what CJ had implied, her letters said Harry still considered Uma his. Uma, however, wasn't so sure.

Sure, she still loved Harry; she didn't think there was a way to stop loving him. She had known him her entire life, never parting even once. The betrayal that she felt from him choosing his monster of a father steamed like brewed tea in a pot.

"How do you know Harry is even faithful? He could have cheated on her with, like, a Neverland merperson or something," Mal retorts, a smug smile on her face.

CJ looked at Mal offended. "Harry would never cheat on Uma. You know that!"

"Do we? He was quite the playboy on the Isle." Mal points out slyly.

"Enough!" Uma objects, looking at Mal. "If you want me to ever come to another luncheon, stop trying to set me up."

CJ looked at Mal smug. Uma turned to her and narrowed her eyes."And you, why don't you tell Harry to stop sending me letters! I'm never going to read it. And we're not together, he made his choice."

CJ started to form a reply but was swiftly silenced with Uma's glare. No one said a word as they were all hushed by the tension. By the time the luncheon was over the only words spoken were awkward unsure farewells as everyone left. One stayed behind, CJ walked up to Uma words struck down earlier ready to be said. Uma looked her with a mischievous glint in her eye.

"I don't think so," Uma gloated a spell coming to her mind, "By the power of the sea, shut CJ up for weeks of three."

CJ's, eyes were immediately plagued with fear as she spoke but no words came out. Uma laughed smugly. "I should have done that years ago."

CJ pouted and walked away in a huff. Uma felt a little bad, but it finally seemed CJ learned to quit while she's still ahead. Usually, CJ would harass Uma with her pro-harry rant all the way to Uma's front door. Uma felt relieved because the last thing she wanted to hear about today was Harry, again.

Once Uma arrived home, she decided to give Gil a call on her cellphone. Gil and Uma had become quite close over the years, never enough to replace her first mate, however. They had opened up a place for children like them, lost boys and girls, who had the world turned against them. They always made sure that the needs of the children were always met. Uma and Gil didn't want any child to ever go through anything that they personally had the misfortune of experiencing.

The phone rung twice before Gil picked up. Gil happily answered the phone and Uma could vividly imagine his bright smile.

"Hey, Gil." Uma responds calmly, "I just wanted to check in on you."

"Aww, well I'm doing fine. The kids are too." Gil replies sweetly.

"Wish I could be there with you guys, I really miss everyone," Uma admits sincerely, her voice budding with emotion.

"Uma, we all miss you, but it's been one day," Gil says in incredulous disbelief. He knew Uma was a workaholic but this was ridiculous.

"If we're being technical it's been 15 hours."

"Exactly, Uma, everyone loves you, especially the kids, but you need to have a life outside of us."

"Why? My job is amazing. I really don't have time for anything else."

"You sure about that? Because we both know you miss him."

"Him? Who's him?" Uma questions in a challenging tone, her voice like honey as she plays dumb. She knew exactly who Gil was referring to. Harry.

"Harry, the man you pretend you're not still in love with."

"One, we were children. It was a childhood crush that should stay there. Got it." Uma quips firmly.

"Alright," Gil sang teasingly. "I'll pretend as if I believe you."

"There's nothing there for me to pretend." Uma protests sourly. Gil had just started, but he was already working on Uma's nerves.

"Uh-huh," Gil responds playfully, and Uma rolls her eyes.

"Whatever, Gil, I'm hanging up. Speak to you tomorrow or something." Uma huffed, her voice tense and sharp.

"Bye Uma!"

Uma presses the end button on her phone and throws it down in anger. Why does everyone think she's still in love with Harry? She was over him, well getting over him. Sure, it had been ten years. Ten, slow agonizing years. But, who's counting? Uma sure wasn't.

The day wasn't even half over and Uma was completely bored out of her mind. If she was back on the Isle, she'd be out causing mischief with her crew. But now her crew were all upstanding citizens of Auradon society and worked at her and Gil's organization. Uma wouldn't say she missed being evil, more like she missed the joy of mischief.

Uma and her crew had sailed around a short bit after Harry left, but it felt oddly empty without a certain Scottish pirate. Not that she missed him. Or thought about him, ever.

Uma still found herself longing for the sea, she was a sea witch after all. Even though magic was unspokenly banned, especially for a former 'evil' doer like Uma. She still dabbled in the art of magic although to a much lesser extent now that she's older. When Harry first left, Uma spelled a cooking pot, and watched as it showed Harry reflecting in the water. It was strange watching him albeit a little creepy, but she was desperate to see if he was okay.

Harry was on the deck of his father's ship surrounded by his father's crew. He looked so out-of-place, most of the crew were men way past their prime and slimy looking.

They naturally held a predatory air that took Harry years to master. Harry's father Captain Hook was heavily drunk and giving the least inspiring inspirational speech to ever grace history.

Harry watches his father speak in awe, soaking up every false hollow sentence his father said. It was disgusting. Uma released the spell and glared at the pot that once held visions of Harry.

Never again. She promised herself that she would never look at Harry again, and whenever the urge was alluringly sung to her, she quickly drowned it out. She wouldn't let herself be overtaken by such a weakness. She didn't care. Not anymore. Least, that's what she told herself, anyway, time and time again.

But there were plenty of times when she found herself overwhelmed with curiosity, that beckoned her daily to actually read the many letters Harry had written. Irate with herself, she always ended up throwing them in the trash

It was funny, because if the situation was altogether reversed. If Ursula promised to give Uma all the love she ever wanted, she'd say no in a heartbeat. She would never leave Harry or even think about breaking his heart. But Harry, however, had actually jumped on his father's offer instantly without a second thought.

I need to stop thinking about this. Uma decides to go to the tavern where most of her old crew hung out on their days off. The only downside was always having CJ hovering around her and confronting her, yet again, about not reading Harry's many letters. But with CJ currently cursed without a voice for three weeks, her worries were gone. What a poor unfortunate soul CJ was for having her voice taken away, Uma almost felt a little bit of remorse.

Uma made her way to the tavern, the place was pretty packed for late in the afternoon. At the bar, she spotted Desiree who was telling a tale of one Uma and the crew's many adventures.

"Shouldn't you be at work?" Uma interrupts Desiree who glances at her sheepishly.

"Shoo, off with you all," Desiree says to the people crowding around her. She then gives Uma a guilty smile. "Hey, Captain, I was just talking about you."

"I see." Uma glances around the tavern at the dispersed crowd. "Seems to be an interesting tale if everyone was so into it. Which one did you tell?"

"Uh, you know-" She coughs dramatically. "Just one of our many adventures, Captain."

Uma narrows her eyes. "What were you really talking about?"

"Oh, nothing, just the story of you-" Desiree abruptly stops mid-sentence and muffles out her finished thought, "and Harry."

Uma groaned she was so tired of hearing about Harry today. "Why would you tell anyone about that?"

"It's an interesting story, although I can never finish it because it has no ending."

Wait, never? "How many times do you tell this story, Desiree?" Uma inquired with peak interest and releases a heavy sigh.

"Every time I have a day off."

Uma breathes deeply. "Why?"

"It's a good story. Love, heartbreak, and an overwhelming amount of pure sexual tension."

"You know what forget I asked," Uma remarks, her nose crinkling up with disgust. The last thing she wanted to think about was people listening to stories starring her and Harry, and about their tension at that.

"Can I offer to buy you a drink?"

"It's late afternoon, Desiree, no one gets drunk this early."

"Ha, I've been drunk since this morning."

"Glad you spend your days off so well."

"Hey, you can't judge me at least I take my days off."

"I still don't know why everyone's saying that. There's just so much stuff to do there, you know?"

"And it can all be done without you there."

Uma knew it was supposed to be a reassuring comment, but it struck a chord in her. Uma had spent her life not being wanted. She found solace in her crew and now her organization, but the thought of her not being needed, again. A tornado of negative feelings spun around Uma.

Desiree seeing her Captain's face change into a forlorn and sullen expression quickly fixes her previous statement."Not that it doesn't need you. It does, you keep that place afloat. It'd sink without you, really. But you're allowed to have a break and live out your life."

"That is my life Desiree, nothing makes me happier than giving those kids opportunities they could never have had otherwise."

"I know. But Uma you've missed out on too much. Harry is the only guy you've ever dated, ever."

"I've been set up plenty of times by Mal and those dates never worked out."

"Mal doesn't know your taste. So, it's to be expected. Hmm, why don't you try picking up someone tonight?"

"Tonight? No, I couldn't."

"Oh come on, you're 28 live a little."

"I really don't think I can."

"Before Harry and you got together both of you flirted with everyone, and I mean everyone. You can do this, you're just a little rusty."

Rusty? Uma wasn't rusty. She was different; she didn't need to use flirtation as a coping device anymore. Sure, part of her still craved for small amounts of affection, but her body didn't want anyone wooing over her, especially, if it wasn't him. Ugh, I really need a mute button for my thoughts, Uma thought tired of thinking of Harry. A fire ignited inside of her, she'll show Desiree, who's rusty.

The bartender placed another drink in front of Desiree and Uma grabs it quickly downing the hot almost flaming liquid. "What was that?" Uma asked disgusted between coughs, her throat feeling leathery and tight.

"Neverland Flaming Whiskey," Desiree states while laughing, amused at Uma taking her drink.

"Gross! Point me to a guy."

"I said later, for a reason, you know. The night's still pretty young and all the cute, single, and desperate guys are still working. Have another drink with me while we wait."

"Fine, I'll drink with you, just until we find a good contender to sweep off his feet. Once he appears, I'll show you why I'm called the master of body language."

Desiree stifles a laugh, "And who has ever called you that?"

The bartender placed a drink in front of Uma as she began to answer Desiree, "Harr-No one. Just forget it," She answers, downing another drink.

After an hour, well more like 20 minutes after, Uma found herself feeling an immense amount of regret. She could handle a lot of things, hiding her feelings, heartbreak, but apparently not alcohol.

She was in a haze, and her vision was getting blurrier by the moment. Her surroundings felt like they were closing in as a loud pulsing started in her head. She heard the bar door open, and Desiree shouts for Gil.

What's he doing here? He should be at work. Uma looks up to the entrance, her eyes squinting, as she sees Gil didn't come in alone. He was talking to a dark-haired figure that had what looks to be a hook where his hand should be. Hook? It couldn't be-was that Captain Hook?

Uma grabbed the drink in front of her and gulped it down. A brief thought flashed through her mind, just how many had she drunk now? She got up from her chair and staggeringly approached Gil and Captain Hook. Why Gil was with him was beside her? Captain Hook was a monster, and she would finally give him a piece of her mind for taking her Harry away.

"Gil, why are you here?" Uma asked pointing to Gil she then moved her finger to the figure next to Gil. "And you, what are you doing here?" She spat out viciously.

"Uma, darling. I'm back."

Darling? That wasn't Captain Hook's voice. No, that was Harry's. Harry Hook. Her ex-boyfriend, ex-first mate, and the boy that destroyed her heart. Gods, why is he here? Uma backed away in fear losing her balance and hitting her head against a wooden table.

The last thing she heard before darkness called to her was Harry screaming her name in terror.