Scorpius clenches his teeth, surprised, desperate. His stomach seems to tighten with fear, which courses through him like a stream of icy water, the source of which is Harry's hand on his chest. Warm and heavy, strong, rough fingers rub over his cool skin, pushing up something that drips from Scorpius" lips. A weak, trembling "No -", ignored and unheard, blends into the mist.