The thought of anyone hurting Harry feels like a stab to my conflicted heart. I don't want him to go through any suffering. The curse would have put him under unbearable pain and that makes me soften up against him. But that doesn't mean I am going to forgive him, not soon enough at least.

He hasn't been here all day, leaving after making sure that I ate and helping me with a bath. It has given me some time to think.

I have to support him and make him remember everything. I can't let him forget the times we shared, the memories we made. A sigh leaves my body when I realise it's already nearing midnight. He should have been back by now. I stand up with a little effort and straighten out the sheets before walking to the table by the window.

After drinking some water I turn back just as Harry is walking in through the door. His eyes lock with mine for a few silent moments before he looks away.

"Why are you still up? You should be resting," he says while taking off his chiton and not caring about his nudity.

I blush and clear my throat, "I was thirsty." I try not to look at him even if I have seen him like this a million times before, but that was before, and now it feels like uncharted territory.

He doesn't take notice of my struggle, just nods before going toward the bath and I sigh. He is being difficult, not acknowledging the elephant in the room. I shrug my shoulders and slide under the covers on my side before turning to face the wall. If he thinks he can play it off and all will be fine then he is clueless to my nature.

I feel the mattress dip behind me after a while. His hand snakes up my side before winding around my waist and resting on my stomach. I don't move an inch, even if his touch sends shooting tingles through my body, I ignore them.

He releases a deep breath when I neither pull away or move closer to him.

"You are angry," he states and I want to laugh. I am not angry, I am going berserk right now.

"What gave it away?" I scoff and his body tenses behind me before he places a soft kiss at my shoulder.

"Please don't be." I can hear the vulnerability in his voice but this isn't going to melt me. He has to prove that he will change, not overall but at least with how he treats me.

"I am tired, Harry." Not just physically but mentally, too. I unwind his arm and scoot away from him.

His wing drapes over my body, covering me completely and wrapping me in his warmth and scent.

"Forgive me... please. I am sorry, agápi mou," he whispers and I find my body betraying me as I turn to move into his open arms, tucking my head under his chin as he holds me close.

He kisses my head, my cheek, my jaw and moves down my neck while whispering his apology.

"I am still angry," I state and he sits up making me straddle his thighs.

"What can I do to make you forgive me? I'll do anything," his voice is sincere and I believe him.

"Be mine again, be my Harry, not this-- this monster. Love me like you used to, show me that you mean what you say," I beg him, cupping his face in my hands and pressing our foreheads together.

"I don't know how to be that. Help me," he whispers the last two words and they break my heart. I hug him tightly and he buries his face in my chest where I can feel his tears. "Make me remember, please. Teach me how to love."

I shush him and kiss his cheek, "You are doing that right now, darling. You love me and that is what's making you want to remember."

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he chants in slow whispers against my skin and I know he does. He loves me unconditionally and I have no doubt about that, not anymore. He just needs to learn how to show it.

"I know you do, and with a little more time I'll say those words back," I find myself confessing which surprises not only him but me too. I smile because it's true.

He looks at me with hope and his eyes turn to a beautiful green, showing his love for me, pulling me closer like a moth to a flame. I will burn, but I will burn happily for him.

I stroke his cheek softly and lean close to his face, his hand comes up to rest at the back of my neck as our lips brush.

"I love you," he mouths against my lips before kissing me softly, as if I would break with any more pressure. His other arm tightens around my waist and his wings wrap around us. Our lips move with slow cherishing touches. It's like he is savouring me, wanting and trying to remember this feeling.

He pulls back and gazes in my eyes before his lips are back on mine, with more force this time. His tongue swipes against my lips and I grant him the access he desires. It leaves me panting and wanting for more. My body is starved for him and just a taste is as if someone is teasing me.

He moves so that I am lying down on the mattress. His lips glide down to my neck, biting and marking me up.

"Mine," he breathes against the bruise and kisses it, making me gasp. His eyes connect with mine, questioning.

I shake my head, "I am not yours, Harry, not yet." His gaze lowers but I catch a glimpse of self-loathing in them. I cup his cheek and make him look at me. "I said not yet, that doesn't mean never."

A small smile breaks at his lips. "Soon?"

"Soon."