Hovering: the ability to rise up into the air and hover in one place, with or without the use of orbs.

Double-updated because I'm sad cuz y'all hate me when you don't know that the book is gonna have a good ending ))):

Short chapter but a good one !! Also unedited lmao.

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t.m

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S.E. // The 7th Supreme

We were in the backyard where I had extended the force field further back until it met the beginning of the forest. Focusing on letting Harry's body hover in the air, I moved him outside of the house, watching everyone create a path for me to walk towards the middle of the circle before setting him down gently. I had taken his t-shirt off and cleaned the outsides of the hole in his chest, all with much difficulty.

Esmeralda stood behind his head, towering over his body with a calculated look in her eye. I was relieved that they were going to try and bring him back, but I was utterly worried about what would happen if it doesn't work out, as well as what would happen if it does work and they find out Maximus and I lied about Harry's secret. I shook my thoughts out of my head, kneeling beside Harry and looking forwards to find Maximus doing the same, but on the other side of Harry's body.

As all the witches piled out of the house, my gaze flickered to Harry's face, feeling my heart tighten while I took his hand in mine and held it on my lap. My thumb ran over the cross tattoo that decorated the skin near his thumb while Esmeralda finally rounded up all the witches and began speaking loudly, giving the instructions.

"Now, I want all the witches whom have the power of healing to step forwards and join hands," Esmeralda instructed, all witches hustling and bustling including Atticus and Rowena.

They all formed a circle around us, Atticus being the one to connect to Esmeralda by placing his hands on his mother's shoulders while Rowena held onto him from one side, and another witch on the other side. Esmeralda cupped Harry's face firmly just as an annoying familiar voice spoke up.

"Why isn't she helping? She can heal too," Rosita spoke up in a whiny tone, making my brows lower as well as Maximus. He looked like he was going to murder anyone who would interrupt Harry's resurrection.

"Shut up you twat," Maximus snapped immediately, earning a glare from Esmeralda and I as we were already walking on eggshells, he can't make this any worse. "Twat is British slang for babe."

"Do you take me for an idiot?" Rosita gaped as Maximus parted his lips to speak again.

"Actually-"

"Quiet! The both of you," Esmeralda snapped in a loud harsh voice. "Rosita, the baby is taking up Sage's powers therefore she cannot use them because it's too dangerous."

"So she's useless," Rosita shrugged, as the final witches joined the circle.

"I will skin you alive if you utter another word," Maximus came to my defense, his cold blue eyes narrowing menacingly, frightening Rosita who moved to a different part of the circle, away from us. "What?" he noticed my glare once again. "I was kidding of course, I don't have the right equipment as of now."

"You should tone down on the death threats," Esmeralda advised, making Maximus grumble, nodding nonetheless. "Okay, listen up ladies! Harry here has immunity; therefore he has this invisible shield that is blocking him from magic. I want you all to reach deep down within you and draw out all the power you can to create a hole in it. Then, direct your power to the left side of his chest where the hole is and heal him. We need to mend the veins and arteries that hold his chest in place, as well as the bones that have broken during the process of ripping it out, and lastly, the wound."

"Now!" Esmeralda gave the command, shutting her eyes and moving her hands downwards and pressing them against his chest around the hole.

I could feel the power radiating off the witches around me, and when I looked up I noticed that Maximus felt it too. He was gripping Harry's hand tightly, watching the heart in Harry's chest anxiously for any signs of healing. Shutting my eyes, I tried to use whatever power I had in me to help as well, lacing my fingers with Harry and drawing out energy in a safe, not painful way. I snapped my eyes open when I heard a tiny gasp from Maximus after a few minutes, flicking my gaze to the hole in Harry's chest. My eyes widened when I saw Harry's skin from under Esmeralda's hands glow from around the wound.

"It's working," I said, with my mouth agape.

Little by little, we could physically see the heart moving in his chest as veins and arteries attached to it and moved it in place. I looked around to gaze at the witches, noticing all of their faces scrunched up in concentration, some of them wincing due to the amount of power they had to draw out. I almost felt guilty putting them through this, but the selfish part of me didn't care because Harry might be resurrected. Also, it was the least they could do since the council, Harry, Maximus, Jason and I are the ones who risk our lives to protect them. Harry already sacrificed his life to protect the coven and I.

"Oh my god," Maximus uttered in relief and slight fascination, blue eyes trained on the way the bones were growing back.

I quickly forced out more power of mine, wincing just a little at the pain that struck my abdomen. It wasn't a lot, just a throbbing pain. But it helped immensely because the bones grew back faster and skin on his chest began healing now. We watched as the skin grew back, concealing the hole in his chest. But the witches were tired now due to the amount of power they had to give out, so the skin didn't heal completely over his chest. It had a sheen of red and pink but it was good enough.

Esmeralda opened her eyes with a sharp inhale, pulling her hands back and breaking the connection as the job was done. I heard more gasps for air echo around me as the circle broke. There was a lot of work put into it by the witches even though it didn't seem like it. Esmeralda took a tiny break as Lakshmi gave her a potion she made to strengthen her. The witches in the previous circle broke apart and moved to the back as new witches came forwards and formed a circle. The previous witches created another circle behind the new witches and grasped onto the shoulders of the new witches, now only donating their power to these new witches in order for the resurrection to work because it was a power that required huge amounts of energy.

Atticus and Rowena moved to the side since they didn't have powers of resurrection, both of them engaged in a conversation with Esmeralda as I looked to Maximus. He was gazing down at Harry with a sad, but hopeful look in his eye. I reached over and grabbed his other hand that was resting on Harry's thigh, squeezing it and earning his gaze. I shot him a reassuring look, smiling tightly as an indication that the healing worked and that was hope because then the resurrection could work as well. I let his hand go when Rowena sat down beside him, smiling at him softly, causing his pained expression to disappear.

"We have to channel ourselves and give all our power," Atticus' voice brought me out of my thoughts, making me snap my head to the side and frown. He was sat beside me on the floor near Harry's body.

"Atticus, you could pass out," I said worriedly looking to Rowena who nodded solemnly.

"I can't let that happen to you," Maximus began to say anxiously, eyes frantically searching for Rowena's. She cupped his cheeks and pecked his lips reassuringly.

"It's okay, Max. Your brother is your priority now and I want to help bring him back. He's important to you, therefore he's important to me," she told him firmly, making him press his lips together and nod gratefully.

"I love you," he uttered lowly with a vulnerable look in his eye, leaning his forehead against hers. "So much."

"I love you too, Max," she told him as I felt my heart ache, causing me to look away with tears in my eyes.

I then looked to Harry, knowing that I couldn't tell him I loved him like how Maximus was telling Rowena and vice versa. If his resurrection turns out to be unsuccessful, I wouldn't be able to get over the grief. Maximus had Rowena; he had his lover. I didn't, and that killed me. I felt a hand grasp mine and squeeze it tightly, my teary eyes flicking up to meet Maxims' blue ones, now warm and pitiful. I couldn't help but allow the tears flow unchecked, causing Atticus to pout and hug me from the side while I still held Maximus' hand.

"I just want him back," I whispered tearfully, leaning my head against Atticus' chest.

"We'll get him back," Atticus said firmly, but I could still hear the doubt in his voice.

Esmeralda began shouting orders again, calling out loudly for the witches to join hands. Atticus and Rowena grabbed Harry's arms from either side with one hand, and then wrapped their fingers of the other hand around Esmeralda's wrist. Esmeralda pressed the palms of her hands against either side of Harry's face, covering his temples. She gave the signal for the witches to start, and as soon as they did, I felt a huge gush of power wash over me and into Harry.

My palm dropped to the floor, feeling the power move underground and into Harry's body from beneath it. It was almost beautiful to see all these witches come together to reach a mutual goal, proof that when we work all together we can indeed beat the Saviors. But after a few minutes, a cry of pain echoed from behind me. I snapped my head towards that direction, narrowing my eyes at a witch who had lowered herself to her knees, still holding joining hands with the witches beside her. Her face was scrunched up in pain, eyes screwed shut as a little blood leaked from her nose.

This was similarly happening to more witches from around me as I stood up, noticing that the witches were collapsing slowly due to the power output. My gaze flickered to Atticus and Rowena noticing their ashen complexion, Atticus in particular had his blue and purple veins pulsing from beneath his eyes like they usually did when he goes all out on his powers. Maximus was gazing at Rowena worriedly, pressing a hand to her cheek but she didn't respond, eyes firmly shut and face scrunching a bit as she gave up all her power.

"Sage," Maximus uttered anxiously, noticing blood leaking from a single nostril of both Atticus and Rowena. "It's not working."

"Esmeralda," I called out in confusion, my eyes widening when I noticed that there was blood leaking from her eyes.

"We're close, but I don't think they can handle it," Esmeralda muttered painfully in response,

More witches were now collapsing to the floor, but keeping their hands joined, not giving up. My mind and heart was quickly filled up with worry and anxiety as the girls were in pain and I needed to do something to stop that. I was the Supreme and I felt the responsibility to protect them no matter what. Even if some of them didn't deserve my help. I looked back to Rowena and Atticus, as well as Esmeralda, realizing that they will pass out any minute and all the power would be gone to waste and Harry wouldn't be resurrected.

Without any further thoughts, I climbed on top of Harry and grabbed his face, placing my hands over Esmeralda's. I heard Maximus protesting near me, attempting to grab me and pull me off of Harry because he knew what I was going to do. But I simply shoved him away with my telekinesis powers and held him down with them. He screamed as I closed my eyes and reached down deep within me. I first off put up a shield around the baby: an attempt to protect it while I drew power. I didn't know if it would work for sure but it was worth a shot.

I was taking a huge risk, but I couldn't give up on Harry, not when we were this close to bringing him back. The pain in my lower midriff began throbbing as I started out slowly, feeling the power gush through my veins. It radiated from the palms of my hands and was soaked up by Harry's skin. Immediately, I heard gasps of relief from beside me, and then protests from Atticus and Rowena. But I didn't budge. I called out to Esmeralda, asking her how much more power was needed, and she responded with an "you're almost there".

The pain was searing through my abdomen like wildfire spreading across a forest. Sweat trickled down my temple as I squeezed my eyes shut and inhaled deeply, continuing to draw out more and more power. It came to a point where the pain had completely consumed me, increasing in waves as I gave my all before letting out a screech of pain and collapsing at the same time to the side. My vision was blurry as I felt warm blood trickle down from my eyes, voices around me muffled while my eyes tried to focus on the starry night sky above me.

I heard a loud gasp from beside me, a few cheers following that as the body beside me jolted and moved all of a sudden. Harry was alive. I felt hands touching me, shaking me lightly as voices spoke urgently to me while heads hovered over me. I couldn't recognize anyone, my eyes squinting as the pain overtook me and I began to loose unconsciousness.

The world went black soon enough and the only thing I remembered seeing was a pair of green eyes and curly brown hair.

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I arouse from a heavy slumber, my head turning to the side as a tiny groan escaped my lips. My eyes screwed up before slowly opening, scowling lightly when my vision was blurry. I felt the bed dip beside me as I closed my eyes again, rubbing them with my knuckles before opening up and blinking to focus my vision on the person near me. When my vision was in focus, I felt my heart leap in my chest when I found the man I loved gazing down at me with a soft grin on his face, eyes shining brightly.

"Harry!"

Tears of joy pricked my eyes as I let out a cry, hauling him forwards by his shoulders and hugging him tightly. Inhaling deeply, I felt myself shake a little as small sobs escaped my lips feeling relief and happiness flood my body due to the fact that Harry was alive. I felt his arms tighten around my midriff, hugging me back firmly and turning his head slightly to place a kiss under my ear. I buried my face into the crook of his neck, before pulling back and peppering kisses over his face.

"Sage," he laughed, scrunching his face up wit ha bright grin on his lips when I kissed the tip of his nose with my hands cupping his cheeks firmly. "I'm okay. You're okay!"

I pulled back all of a sudden with wide eyes after hearing the last sentence he spoke, my hands immediately going to clutch my tummy that was now poking out. Harry seemed to have noticed and realized why I was so worried, clutching my abdomen like that. He reached out, pressing his warm palm against my belly, his eyes searching for mine.

"The baby is fine, Sage," he told me softly, making my brows immediately lower.

"How do you know?"

"Frida...she did this voodoo thing on you while you were sleeping. The baby is fine, it's healthy and perfectly fine," he explained, making me breathe out in relief, my eyes fluttering shut.

They flickered when I felt his lips on mine all of a sudden, kissing me slowly. My hands found their way to his face, cupping his cheeks gently as I kissed him back, gently molding my lips over his. I felt him pull me into his lap, wrapping his arms loosely around my waist as he pressed his lips firmer against mine, yet keeping the kiss simple and innocent without any tongue. The emotions I received from the kiss were very overwhelming, causing me to break the kiss, sucking in a breath.

Our foreheads rested against each other's, eyes still closed as my lips brushed his lightly. My eyes opened up, gazing into his forest green ones that were open too. But then a flash of images darted in front of my eyes, one involving the way Harry's eyes were wide open, dull and lifeless when he was dead. My face held a pained expression as my eyes screwed shut, wishing the image was completely erased from my memory. Harry noticed my uneasiness, raising a hand up to hold my one, which was on his cheek, turning it to the side and pressing a comforting kiss to my palm.

"I thought I lost you," I whispered under my breath, opening my eyes again and searching for his. His face held a pained expression as he sighed heavily, pulling his hands up to cup my cheeks firmly.

"You didn't, I'm here now," he responded, tilting his head to kiss my forehead before pulling me into him and hugging me tight.

"I can't lose you again, not like that," I whispered with a sniffle, closing my eyes as I hugged him firmly. Just being in his arms again gave my heart so much relief.

"You won't," he told me firmly, pulling me tighter against him. "I love you, Sage. God, I love you so much."

"I love you Harry; I always have and I always will."

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➰ do y'all still hate me? lmao.

➰ Also when I throw in these horrible plot twists it doesn't mean I'm personally trying to hurt you, lmao like why would I do that? I love you guys!

I just think that it makes the book much more thrilling and dramatic when I do that. Like srsly what other book kills harry off like that, without the possibility of him coming back?

plus I make it up for y'all with a good ending so just chill. people who've read the Kill & Run series know what I'm on about ;)

Also pls don't tell me to "choke" and "die" that's not v nice. It really kills my motivation to update and write.

Until we meet again...

t.m.