the magic begins: Favourite Relationships (1/3) - The Golden TrioA warmth was spreading through Harry that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. The mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, was worth more than he could ever tell them.
“Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
You are iron.
And you are strong.”
You are iron.
And you are strong.”