‘I don’t care. We’ll beat them,’ Iain says, pressing his lips to Harry’s forehead, at the furrows of stress there. ‘I choose to be here with you, Harry. If it comes out publicly who I am, then I will have to go away for a while to take care of some things, but listen to me.’ He takes Harry’s face in his hands and holds him there, gazing into his eyes, deadly serious. ‘I will always come back to you. Always. Even if I have to drag myself out of the grave to do it.’
