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A/N- Here is a request I got & wrote a while ago, but for some reason forgot to post! Hope you enjoy it, please send me more requests and let me know if you do enjoy! 

Request: harry x reader. during the battle of Hogwarts, and they've been dating for years and reader reacts to hagrid bringing harry out of the forest dead. then after the battle they find each other and its really passionate and emotional!

DISCLAIMER: Some lines of this writing come directly from “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows,” mainly the quotes said by Voldemort. This is only to maintain consistency within the story, since the request asked for a specific scene that happened in the book. I do NOT take credit for the portions written by JK Rowling. 

A streak of green flew by you, passing so close to your head that your body seized up at the thought of the near miss. Avada Kedavaras were flying everywhere, and at this point your strategy had become to keep moving, to not stay still for longer than ten seconds, because it made it harder for them to hit you.

But it was getting harder to keep moving.

You were not a particularly incredible witch, or at least you had never considered yourself to be one. You weren’t a bad witch, you got good marks in all your classes, but you weren’t a Hermione Granger. Perhaps what you had always lacked was a motivation to push yourself, because at this very moment, spells were flowing from your wand like water. That is to say, you had an ample amount of motivation: to live. Your wand had become an extension of your arm, and your mind and body had melded into a rhythm that made casting spells feel as natural as breathing.

You were currently stood in the courtyard of Hogwarts, which had become the epicenter of the battle. To your far right was Ginny Weasley, and to your left were a few students that were a few years under you, you didn’t know their names.

A death eater stood a couple feet away from you, hurling curses towards you unrelentingly. So far, you had managed to dodge them, but you boiled it down to nothing more than sheer luck. You sent curses flying his way, but you were no match for his skill. He gained ground on you slowly, making steps of progress that to you seemed like miles. You kept yourself moving, trying not to turn your back. You stepped back a couple feet, lunging quickly to your right as another curse flew by you, then stepping forward again and sending another one his way.

Then suddenly, you were on your back. You hit the ground with an incredible thud, your head smacking down to connect with the cold, stone floor. You had tripped over something, and your vision was now slightly blurred, but you scrambled for your wand, seeing the death eater smile as he ran closer.

“You have fought,”

A high, cold voice rang out loudly. It was so loud it sounded as if it was speaking to the entire castle. Your senses were slightly fuzzed, but you scrambled up quickly, your hand outstretched to the death eater, who had frozen to his spot. It was at this moment you realized that the person who had spoken was Voldemort himself. You felt your body go ice cold.

“Valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value true bravery.”

You looked around you, seeing everyone turn their heads up in either fear or pride, depending on what side they fell on. Lord Voldemort kept talking, but you felt as though you knew exactly what he was now to say. You body began to shake, from fear or rage you couldn’t tell, and as soon as the words you feared reverberated across the castle, you felt the dread sink into your chest.

“I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences,”

Voldemort continued to speak, but you were thinking, trying to remember the last place you had seen Harry. You turned, your eyes widening, realizing that what had made you trip was a dead body. You didn’t stop to look at who it was, you just stepped over it and kept moving.

You were running. You had to find him. Harry Potter. Stupid Harry Potter. Annoying, disgusting, beautiful, heart-shatteringly good Harry Potter. Your Harry Potter.

You were running through the castle, ducking through corridors, flying past people, not even sure if they were on your side or on his. You saw people on the floor, nursing wounds, people who looked just like you: looking for someone else, and you saw people with a pain in their eyes that meant they had seen something they would never be able to unsee.

Tears were falling down your face, and your heart was racing so fast you thought your chest would explode. You turned another corner and immediately were hit by something, making you fall back onto the floor, for the second time in an hour. Your head was quicker to recover this time, partly due to the adrenaline coursing through your veins. You got up quickly, and saw nothing standing where you were knocked back.

Your mind was racing, your chest rising quickly with shallow breaths. Then it hit you.

“HARRY!!” You yelled, your arms instantly stretching out in front of you, grasping at the air. You walked around desperately, your arms waving around your body, praying to feel contact of an invisible body. You kept on for ten minutes, going up and down the corridor, which was covered in rubble.

He had left. He had been there, in front of you, and he had gone. You knew it was because he was leaving, that he couldn’t bear to say goodbye to you, but your heart broke at the thought of not letting him know how much you loved him. 

He was probably almost to the forbidden forest by now, and you didn’t know whether or not to go after him. You left the corridor, quickly finding a staircase and tearing down it, only to run into Ron and Hermione. You stopped. You only glanced at their faces, your eyes had only scanned over them for less than half a second, and you instantly knew that he had really gone.

The three of you stared at each other for a minute, a silent understanding passing over all of you. You jumped over the final few steps of the stairs, turning a hard left to try and sprint past the two, but Ron’s arms outstretched and caught you mid sprint, not letting you go any further.

You struggled against his arms, screaming and crying, pleading with him to let you go, to let you run to him, but Ron kept you there. Eventually you stopped struggling and just let yourself cry and be held, Ron’s restraints turning into a hug, Hermione joining by wrapping her arms around you as well. The three of you stood this way for a couple minutes, the occasional teacher or student rushing past holding bandages or running towards someone to heal their injuries.

“Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself as you laid your lives down for him…” The voice spoke with such defiant pride that it rang through the castle, making your body tremble. You broke free from the sad arms of your friends to venture to the entrance of the castle, your eyes staring but not really seeing.

It was an army of death eaters, led by Voldemort himself, Hagrid walking slightly behind him, a limp form cradled in his arms. The people of Hogwarts had gathered at the entrance, you glanced around and saw familiar faces, all contorted in the same horrified way. Pushing your way to the very front, you finally let your eyes focus on the body in Hagrid’s arms. Harry.

Mcgonagall's scream came first, tearing through the courtyard with such emotion that you fell to your knees. Then came Ron and Hermione’s cries, simultaneously ripping into the ears of all the people gathered to witness the end of The Boy Who Lived.

You were last, your body still kneeling on the ground, your voice rising up from your body so savagely that it felt more like you were going to vomit rather than scream, a visceral reaction to what you were witnessing.

Voldemort called for silence, but you couldn’t hear anymore. The blood pounding in your ears made you deaf, and you let your head fall, your chin resting on your chest as you internally decided to give up. The tears came fast and free now, and you made no attempt to stop them. Someone beside you had stepped forward, but you didn’t care enough to look at who it was. After a few seconds, you felt a shift in the people behind you, suddenly a roar of sound coming from your left, and the ground beneath you started to tremble.

You looked up to see a sight very different from the one you had seen just seconds ago. From your left came a swarming army of people, accompanied by a giant who you remembered to be Grawp.

At the same time, Neville (who had been the one to step up, you now realized) slashed the head of Nagini, the last Horcrux. Then, Hagrid, who was being approached by Grawp, began to shout.

Hagrid yelled, “HARRY- WHERE’S HARRY?”

And indeed, Harry was no longer in Hagrid’s arms, nor on the floor beneath him, nor anywhere around him. Your heart swelled up again, your tears still falling, your eyes darting around frantically to find Harry.

Hermione was suddenly at your side, picking you off the ground, as chaos had just started to erupt in the courtyard. People were now fighting again, and with an earnest passion that must have stemmed from seeing their hero lying dead.

Hermione ushered you into the Great Hall, where the fighting was ravenous and exhilarating.

As you entered, a spell flew past your heads, and you felt the anger in the pit of your stomach rising like a fire burning up your insides. You detached yourself from Hermione, and it seemed that she had the same idea, because you both unsheathed your wands and allowed your anger to fuel you into action. You travelled through the room, quickly and efficiently disarming death eaters as you went. Voldemort was just feet from you now, facing off against Mcgonagall, Slughorn and Kingsley. You watched as the three were suddenly thrown back, Voldemort turning to where you stood, Molly Weasley just next to you.

Then, as if from thin air, came a shield charm, expanding itself in front of you and Molly. You and Voldemort looked for the source of the charm, and suddenly Harry was there, in the room, in front of Voldemort. Cheers erupted in the room, and you allowed yourself to feel relieved, if only for a moment.

And so the two circled each other, spitting words at each other, Voldemort taunting and cackling and Harry taunting him back. Harry explained Voldemort’s biggest mistake: that of the Elder Wand. The Great Hall was silence itself, not one person dared to even breathe. Your breath was stuck in your chest, refusing to let go, holding on to every word that came out of your boyfriend’s mouth. Voldemort’s confidence was slowly fading. Your eyes didn’t dare to even blink, for fear of missing even the slightest change. And then, the two raised their wands, and it was the moment of truth.

A streak of light. Two spells colliding. The Elder Wand flying in the air to land in Harry’s hand. Voldemort crumpling to the floor, lifeless.

A beat of silence.  

And then you were in Harry’s arms. The whole room erupted, cheers and yells of triumph, people hugging and crying and falling to the floor in relief. But you didn’t pay attention to anything except Harry’s heartbeat as it thudded against your chest, his face buried in your hair, his breath across the back of your neck. You were both crying.

“I’m so sorry,” you heard Harry’s whisper in your ear clearly, despite ocean of noise around you. The three words carried so much weight. He held you tightly, his entire body shaking, and you held him in return, your arms encircling his neck and your face resting on his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” you whispered back. “You’re okay. We’re okay.”

Ron and Hermione reached the two of you, and you let Harry go so that they could engulf him in more desperate hugs.

It was over.

~

After everything had died down, and all that was left was the rubble and the pain and the sorrow, you and Harry held onto each other as if letting go would cause the other to disintegrate. You helped each other through the grief that soon followed, through the pain of the losses you had both endured. The sight of Harry in Hagrid’s arms did haunt you, but having him by your side eased that pain just a little.

Request: Hey! I have been loving your marauders imagines lately, so good! (especially the sirius ones) Could you do one with Sirius and reader gets hurt in some way physically, like she plats quidditch or something and he gets really worried and cute. thanks :3

A/N: This is really long, but it sure was fun to write (: Thanks for the request!

You tapped your quill lightly against your temple, struggling to come up with the next words of your essay. You had been slaving over it for days now, wanting to make it your best essay yet. Granted, you wanted every essay to be your best one yet, and it was not uncommon for Gryffindors to find you sat at the corner table in the common room working on an essay, regardless of the fact that you were actually a Ravenclaw.

It was quite uncommon to find members of other houses residing in the Gryffindor common room, but there was not one Gryffindor with whom you didn’t get along with, and so they all accepted your presence in their common room. Of course, if they didn’t, they’d have Sirius Black to deal with.

The sound of stomping feet rushing to the common room alerted you to the presence of four rambunctious boys that often interrupted your concentrated state. You smirked despite yourself, casually turning your head just as the four boys entered the room. Upon seeing you, they all made their way towards you, your boyfriend leading the pack.

Sirius settled himself on the arm of your chair, sliding his arm around your shoulders, your head resting comfortably on his torso.

“Y/N, please don’t tell me that you’re still working on this essay. You’ve been at it for three days, love,” Sirius said, his eyes scanning the mess of papers and books that occupied the desk admiringly.

“Yes, I’m still working on the essay, and if you wouldn’t mind,” you said, your eyes twinkling, “I would like to finish it. So if you could please leave me in peace for the next hour, it would be greatly appreciated.” You playfully pushed him off your chair, his body sliding off reluctantly.

James stood next to the chair opposite you, his body leaning lazily on the backside of the chair, his arms crossed in front of his chest. “Are you not the least bit worried for the quidditch match tomorrow? You’re going up against Slytherin, y’know. I’m not sure if books or essays will help your chances.” His voice held a slightly mocking tone, but the grin on his face betrayed that it was all playful.

You rested an elbow on the desk in front of you, a small smile painted your lips, your snarky response practically rolling out of your mouth. “Well Potter, I don’t see how you can be one to judge since you failed to catch the snitch when you went up against Slytherin. That’s the only reason I’m even playing them tomorrow.”

The rest of the boys snickered in response, Sirius admiring the way your sarcasm was cutting enough to leave anyone (even James Potter) speechless. James put his hands up in a gesture that communicated ‘you won’ and he made his way over to the couch in front of the fireplace. Remus and Peter followed, and Sirius gave you a passionate kiss before he left you to continue your work.

~

The next day was a whirlwind of excitement, the entire school was electric at the thought of the Ravenclaw vs. Slytherin match. Ever since you had joined the Ravenclaw team as Seeker last year (fifth year), the team had been almost unstoppable. The rivalry between Ravenclaw and Slytherin was one to rival even Gryffindor.

As you walked onto the field with your team, you quickly spotted your boyfriend holding a sign that read “Y/N: Claw Your Way To Victory!” You smiled at Sirius, a boost of confidence surging through your body. You reviewed your method in your head as you made your way onto the field.

As a Ravenclaw, one of your biggest strengths was analyzing situations. What you had analyzed about the snitch was that going after it prematurely was the biggest mistake a seeker could make. Alerting the opposite seeker to where the snitch was when you wouldn’t even be able to catch it was one of the fastest ways to lose a match. And so, your method was to find the snitch, and watch it until it was in a place where it was #1- not moving too quickly and #2- in a place that you could quickly and seamlessly catch it. It was because of this that you had been nicknamed the “ghost seeker,” because people almost never saw you actually get the snitch.

The Slytherin team had now made its way onto the field, and you were taken aback by the sight of the team’s beaters. You had only ever seen them as they were playing, and while they were flying they seemed much smaller than they did now standing in front of you. Ginormous seventh years, they were burly and rough, with hard-set eyes that held an angry look. You made up your mind to steer clear of them.

Finally, the game began, and you made your way high into the sky, above the beginning game. You flew slowly above the other players, methodically scanning the field for the little golden ball. Every now and again you’d steal looks at the Slytherin seeker, and seeing that they had not found anything either, you kept searching.

The game was nearing upon an hour, and still you’d had no sign on the snitch. Sirius was still enthusiastically yelling encouragement from the stands, and every once in a while you would glance up at him and meet his eyes. Your patience was growing thin though, and you had just about decided to start flying lower when you saw a glint of gold out of the corner of your eye.

Slowly turning your head to the right, you glanced down the field, catching sight of the ball hovering over the Ravenclaw goals. You waited for the correct moment, watching as the snitch began to whiz across the field, making its way to the opposite side. It stopped and hovered a few feet above the Slytherin hoops now, and you waited a second before slowly turning your broom in that direction.

You began to lower your altitude, starting slowly at first so as not to catch attention, gaining speed as you got nearer and nearer the goals. Nobody from either team had noticed you yet, not even the other seeker, so you urged your broom to go faster as you sped across the field toward the snitch. You were close now, you could see the snitch plainly and you extended your arm ready to grab it, your attention solely focused on the tiny golden sphere. The Slytherin seeker noticed now, but they were too late, as you were literally seconds from grabbing it, and then-

BAM.

One of the Slytherin beaters had noticed your path to the snitch, and in a last minute effort to divert you (or maybe, kill you), whacked a bludger straight at you with literally all of their might. The bludger hit you with a pounding force on your right shoulder, knocking you clean off of your broom, and you struggled to grab onto it as you fell, both of your arms catching it. The speed at which you were thrown off made you grab the broom with such a momentum that it yanked on your injured arm, making you scream out loudly in pain. You held on for a second until the pain was unbearable, your arms letting go of your broom almost against your will.

When the bludger hit you, Sirius was the first one to react, desperately plowing over people to get to the field. He kept his eyes on you the entire time, literally throwing people out of the way to get to you. He was yelling at you to hold on, or maybe he was just yelling, he didn’t recall. When you let go of the broom Sirius’ heart felt like it had stopped beating, and he had just made it to the edge of the field when you hit the ground. He ran like his life depended on it, because it felt like it did. He got to you and threw himself onto the ground next to you, turning you over onto your back.

You hadn’t fallen from a huge height, but it was still high enough for you to break a significant amount of bones. When Sirius turned you over, you were conscious, but just barely. Every part of your body was in pain, so you were too scared to try to move anything. You just tried to focus on Sirius’ face above you.

At this point teachers and students had rushed onto the field, Dumbledore getting to you a few seconds after Sirius. Madame Pomfrey also came scurrying with an enchanted stretcher that floated next to her. Sirius was speaking to you.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me darling. You’re going to be just fine. What hurts?” his eyes were overflowing with concern, and you saw tears in his eyes that he held back.

“Bludger hit my shoulder. Think it’s broken. Fell on that side. Hurts a lot,” You replied in broken sentences, speaking through gritted teeth. Madame Pomfrey set the stretcher beside you, and enlisted the help of Sirius and James (who had reached you a few seconds ago) to lift you onto it. After you were laid on the stretcher, it rose back up into the air, and this is when you allowed your heavy eyes to shut, the last image you saw being your boyfriend’s face as he trotted along next to your stretcher.

~

When you woke up the pain had very much subsided, but it was still there. You found your arm wrapped from your shoulder down to your hand, and felt your hip badly bruised. Looking around, you found that you were alone in the hospital wing, the sound of Madame Pomfrey tending to some potions coming from the far end of the room. You leaned your head up off your pillow, attempting to get a glance at the rest of your body to see if this was the worst of the damage, but the soreness in your shoulder kept you from too much investigating.

It was at this moment that Sirius walked into the Hospital wing, and you couldn’t help but stare at him as he came in. His long hair was messy and knotted, like he hadn’t run a comb through it in days. He was wearing his uniform shirt, but had the sleeves rolled up past his elbows, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He had a slight bruise just under his left eye that looked fresh, and his knuckles also had flourishing bruises on them. His eyes met with yours and an anger that had been there evaporated, replaced with a softness that he only ever revealed to you. He walked over to your bedside and sat gingerly in the chair next to you.

“Sirius Black, what on Earth has happened to you?” you asked incredulously, your left (and uninjured) hand grabbing his and holding up his knuckles.

“I could ask you the same question, love,” he answered lightheartedly, a small smile on his face.

You sighed, and he scooted his chair closer to your bed so that he was just inches from your face, his hand turning to instead grab yours and press your fingers to his lips. He looked down at your intertwined hands.

“That Slytherin beater was a monster to you, Y/N. He sent that bludger your way knowing it was going to send you off your broom. When you fell he didn’t even do anything, he landed and walked back to the lockers smiling. Couldn’t let that go, love,” he looked up and placed a delicate kiss on your forehead. You smiled as he pulled back, placing your hand on his cheek.

“Thank you,” you said quietly. He turned his face into your hand and kissed your palm, silently responding to the thanks.

“Madame Pomfrey said earlier that you’d be out of here by this evening. She repaired your broken bones, but said that your arm will take a little longer to fully recover. Was a nasty break,” Sirius said. He grimaced while saying the last part, looking mournfully at your right arm.

“I’m sure I’ll live,” you said dryly, also taking a glance at your bandaged arm. This made Sirius chuckle, and you laughed along with him.

Sirius stayed with you the rest of that day, eventually helping you leave the hospital and to your dorm so that you could get changed. You followed Sirius back to the Gryffindor common room, which happened to be empty since everyone had just left for dinner. You two sat on the couch, snuggled underneath the blanket together, talking and laughing and enjoying each other.

A/N: Here is the Remus imagine you were promised! In writing this, I remembered that I did a very similar imagine for Sirius, so if you’d like to read it, I’ll link it here. Thanks for requesting!!!

Request: remus x reader taking place during the time after remus is a teacher at hogwarts. they talk about missing lily and james and reader gets emotional and remus comforts her? maybe could even take place at grimmauld place and sirius makes an appearance

“Check-mate.”

I leaned back in my chair and smiled cooly, satisfied with my wizard chess performance. Remus pointed a menacing finger at me from across the chess board, a stern expression clouding his face, but his eyes danced with amusement.

“I’m warning you, Y/N, I don’t take failure very well,” he said slowly rising up out of his chair, his finger still pointed at me.

He slowly walked around the table, towards me. “Do you know what happens to people who beat me in chess? They’re never heard from again.”

He lunged towards me and I tried to escape, but his arms grabbed my sides and attacked me in tickles, forcing me to erupt into unrestrained laughter. I tried desperately to get away, but strong, toned arms held me in place, trapping me in my joyful prison. Eventually his arms retreated, leaving me out of breath and with a playful grin spread across my face.

He extended his arm to me, pulling me up and out of my chair, his arm then finding its way around my back, holding me flush to his chest. I stood on my tip toes, placing a delicate and affectionate peck on his lips, and then grabbed his arm to lead him to the kitchen.

Moments like these were few and far between nowadays. Things with the Order were getting more and more grave, a frighteningly familiar scenario that Remus and I had lived through once before. Our new ‘home’ had become Grimmauld Place, which at first made me feel an incredible amount of uneasiness. Being close friends with Sirius when I was young, his descriptions of what went on in this house echoed in my head. Having him close now was something I no longer took for granted.

I found myself often trapped in a state of nostalgia, getting lost in a tangle of old, fond memories. Having Sirius and Remus together sent my mind flying years and years back, and the pang of the people missing always hit me like a brick wall. Remus almost always noticed, and when he was gone or too busy to catch it, Sirius almost certainly did.

I made my way into the kitchen, my husband’s hand firmly grasped in mine, and we walked in to find Sirius sitting at the dining table sat next to Molly Weasley. With the few words I was able to catch from their conversation, they were discussing Harry.

“What would you like to eat, Rem? I was thinking of making some sandwiches, if you’d like,” I asked, letting go of his hand to walk to the counter and examine the food that was sitting there. Remus smiled, watching me as I frustratedly scrambled through the food in search of the bread.

“That sounds perfect darling, thank you,” Remus replied. He turned and walked to where the others were sitting, settling himself down next to Sirius and listening intently to the conversation, interjecting his opinion a few times.

After I finished making Remus his sandwich, I set it in front of him (earning me a thankful look), and walked to the study to continue clearing up the various things around Grimmauld place that had not yet been moved out. I started with the bookshelves, dusting off cobwebs that looked as if they had been there for centuries, occasionally glancing at a volume that caught my attention.

I continued with the drapes that hung in front of the windows, yanking them off with great difficulty, but upon my completion had the room flooded with sunlight, something this house desperately lacked. With the room now looking considerably cleaner, I thought it’d be best to do something that required less effort, so I crossed the room and sat myself in front of a pile of artifacts that I would go through.

I started with a large brown chest, and dying to know what was inside, I unhooked the latch and let the top fly open.

Immediately the room was engulfed in darkness again, and in front of me appeared a scene that made my heart drop out of my body. I slowly stood up and stared at Remus laying in front of me, a vacant look in his eyes, his mouth slightly parted, but with no breath coming out. Next to him laid Sirius, the same expressionless look on his face, and the same lack of movement in his chest. On top of Sirius laid James. Next to James laid Lily. With Lily was Harry, and not baby Harry as I had once known him, but older Harry. All of them sharing the same haunting look.

A sound left my mouth that I had never heard myself make before, a kind of half-scream half-sob. My hand fell to the chair that was by my side, struggling to support my body that felt as if it was going to give out any second. My other hand was on top of my mouth, muffling the sounds of pain that were now getting louder and more desperate. I suddenly realized tears were gliding down my face like streams, running onto my neck and hand.

The door to my left whipped open, and with wands outstretched walked Remus and Sirius. My eyes still fixed on the scene in front of me, I felt two warm arms encircle my body, gently pulling to lead me out of the room. I gave no protest, realizing as we walked down the hallway that it was in fact Mrs. Weasley. She led me to the family room, setting me down on the couch.

“Y/N, dear, it’s all right. It was just a boggart, they’re fine, you see?” She cood at me just as Remus and Sirius reentered the room. Remus sat by my side quickly, engulfing me in a hug, his hand stroking through my hair.

“Shhhh, love it’s okay now. Look at me,” he pulled back and looked into my watery eyes. “It’s fine, it wasn’t real.”

As he said that, more tears began to fall down my face, and I shook my head in response.

“It was all of you, Remus. James and Lily are not okay. They’re not coming back, that wasn’t make-believe. And I just-” I broke out into another sob, all of the emotion I had been holding in for so long finally overwhelming me. Remus pulled my shaking form onto his lap, my head resting in the crook of his neck. Sirius and Molly made a quiet exit from the room.

“Y/N,” Remus spoke quietly into my ear as he held me. “I know exactly how much you miss them, I feel their absence every single day. But we can’t allow it to consume us, for Harry’s sake. We owe them that.”

Remus looked down at me, his hand wiping away the stray tears that fell from my eyes. I nodded quietly. “You’re right.”

We stayed like that for a very long time, Remus holding me close, his head resting on top of mine, his arms wrapped firmly around me. 

What Remus didn’t tell you is that when he walked into the room, the scene the boggart made was the exact same as yours, except that your lifeless body had replaced his. Of course, he had known then that it was a boggart, and so he quickly “riddikulus”-ed it back into the chest. But that image had been imprinted into his skull, and if he could wish one thing it would be to sit like this, with you safely on his lap, and hold you in his arms forever.  

“I love you, Y/N,” Remus said, kissing the top of your head. “Until the end of time.” 

A/N: I got this idea from another imagine I recently read, and was dying to write my own right after! Very fluffy and cute imagine, I love it <3 Takes place during the marauders era!

“Love, you are not looking too hot right about now.”

“Thanks, Sirius, exactly what every girl wants to hear from her boyfriend.”

I rolled my eyes and tried to walk faster to leave him behind, but his hand took ahold of mine before I could get very far. He pulled me back to his pace and wrapped his arm around my shoulders, a protective habit that I pretended to be bothered by but secretly loved.

We continued down the corridor, other Hogwarts students rushing past us, first years occasionally bumping into us and shooting worried glances our way. I was most certainly going to be late to class, but as always, Sirius’ pace was that of a careless vacationer. Almost anything in the world could be happening, and Sirius would still take his time getting to where he needed to go. This was another habit I pretended to be incessantly bothered by, but secretly appreciated.

“Sirius,” I paused, feeling another sneeze coming on. Annoyingly, it passed once again. “I really do need to get to class sometime this century. Professor Flitwick said if I was late one more time that I’d have detention. Do I look to be in a state where-”

My sentence was interrupted by another spasm of cough attacks, lasting a solid thirty seconds.

My coughs died away and Sirius chuckled lowly at me. I shoved his chest in annoyance.

“It’s not funny, I feel wretched,” I said.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he responded, lightly leaning his head on the top of mine. “You’re just really cute when you’re sick.”

We reached Flitwick’s class, and Sirius gave me a light peck right before allowing me to rush into the room right on time. Class progressed for what seemed like hours, Flitwick droning on and on about the specificities of the summoning charm. I watched the clock desperately, ready for Friday to come to a close. By the time class ended I was sure I was running a fever, and my body ached all over. I wanted nothing more than to fall into bed and sleep until the end of eternity.

The walk back to the common room was a feat, I shrugged off my cloak halfway there due to the heat that was engulfing my body. When I arrived it was almost time for dinner, and I made the decision to forego the meal and make my way to my bed. There was no sign of Sirius, so I assumed he and the rest of the marauders had already left. I made my way up the stairs, also regretting not grabbing a glass of water beforehand.

I made my way into my dormitory and after dropping all my books on the floor, changed into the lightest pair of pajamas I owned. I slumped down in bed.

“Y/N, wake up, love,” I felt someone shaking my shoulder lightly. “Y/N, do you want some soup? I got it from the kitchens.”

I groggily turned my head to look at Sirius, holding a steaming cup of soup for me in one hand, and a glass of water in the other. He had abandoned his cloak and tie, wearing only his school shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a few buttons undone. I slowly sat up, my hair sticking to the back of my neck with sweat. I took the soup, muttering a faint “thank you.”

“Love, I think you need to go to see Madame Pomfrey,” Sirius whispered. His eyebrows were furrowed in concern, the creases on his forehead deepening. He put the back of his hand to my forehead. “You feel really warm. How long have you been sleeping?”

“Since before dinner,” I replied. I had to admit that I did feel incredibly sick. My head was pounding, my vision was slightly blurred, and my neck and back felt like I had just fallen down a flight of stairs. “What time is it?”

“It’s almost midnight, me and the boys have been downstairs. I thought you might want to eat something since you missed dinner.”

I finished the last of the soup and placed the cup on my bedside table, exchanging it for the water. I gulped it down in record time, the icy water feeling wonderful against my burning throat.

“Is there anything else you need?” Sirius asked, keeping his voice low so as not to worsen my headache.

I looked up at Sirius, internally smiling at his concerned expression.

“I think I’ll go down to the hospital wing, like you mentioned,” I said softly, pulling my blanket off my legs and swinging them over the side of my bed. Sirius offered me his hand and I took it gratefully. I stood up and groaned, my head spinning in pain. Sirius wrapped his arm around me.

“I think I can handle this,” Sirius said, the slightest chuckle in his voice. He bent down and snaked one arm underneath my knees, scooping me up and holding me firmly in his embrace. I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his chest.

He carried me carefully down the stairs, through the now empty common room, and into the hallway. I closed my eyes and focused on the rhythm of his walking, the faint sound of his heartbeat in my ear. I turned my head up slightly, placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“Thank you, pads. For taking care of me,” I whispered in his ear.

He smiled down at me. “Darling, you don’t have to thank me,” he chuckled. “Your pain is my pain.”

We arrived at the hospital wing, Madame Pomfrey immediately directing Sirius to a bed to set me down on. He carefully laid me down, pulling the blanket over me and setting a kiss on my forehead.

Madame Pomfrey quickly shooed him away, insisting that he go get his proper rest, lest he get sick also. She then gave me a bitter tasting liquid, which promptly put me to sleep, something I was very grateful for.

I woke up the next morning to Sirius sitting at my bedside, casually popping Bertie Bott’s into his mouth. Standing a little next to him were James and Remus, and Peter stood at the foot of my bed. The four of them talking in hushed tones.

“Alright, well I’m just saying, if we did it early enough in the morning then she’d have no way of finding out beforehand,” said James quietly and quickly.

“Mcgonagall isn’t an idiot, James, she’ll figure it out for sure. My opinion is that we limit our pranks to more unsuspecting victims, that way we have less chance of getting caught,” Remus replied, his tone nonchalant.

I laughed at Remus’ comment, catching the attention of the boys standing around me.

“Well, well, well, look who’s awake!” James said, a smile plastered on his face.

“How’re you feeling?” Peter asked, wearing a timid but kind expression.

I sat myself up in bed. “I’m actually feeling much better, thank you. What’re you all doing here watching me sleep?” I chuckled.

“Oh, Sirius here wouldn’t leave your side, would you, Padfoot?” James said in a slightly mocking tone, winking at Sirius with a mischievous grin on his face.

Sirius smirked and leaned over, squarely placing a kiss on my lips. He back over at James. “Just wanted to make sure my girl was feeling alright, didn’t I?”

James chuckled and smacked a hand on Remus’ back, nodding his head to the side in a motion that suggested they should make their exit. Remus and Peter got the hint, strolling away from the “gross couple,” which had become our nickname.

“Feeling better, I hope?” Sirius asked, his face inches away from mine.

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“How are you doing?”

You offered a small smile in exchange, looking up at Harry, your eyes trying desperately to seem as not-tired as possible.

He saw right through you, and you already knew that, but you tried anyways. You two were sat on the couch in the living room, the end credits of Dirty Dancing playing on your TV screen. This was probably the fourth time you both had watched it this week, but for some reason you couldn’t even remember the plot. You watched the movie, but you didn’t internalize anything. Your eyes glazed over ten minutes into the movie and that was how you sat until it finished and Harry asked how you were doing.

You were both exhausted, as neither of you found much success in sleeping. It had been a week and a half since the dark-mark wizard broke into your flat, and since then you had refused to sleep in your bedroom. Harry assumed it was because of the trauma you had endured in there, hiding from the man, but you knew inside it was because you had seen the man looking for something. What it was, you didn’t know, but the man had not succeeded in finding it. That meant there were still people out there that wanted the mysterious object, and you refused to be there when they came to look for it.

Harry had not left your side, missing work every day since the incident. You had assured him that you would be fine with calling Hermione to stay until he returned, but he insisted on being there with you. It was something you greatly appreciated.

Harry had stayed completely in touch with the Ministry, however, and had insisted on having the man interrogated and administering veritserum.  The Ministry had agreed, but according to the law, the man had to be given a chance to confess willingly. Tomorrow was the deadline, and that was when you would know what the man was after, and who was behind it.

Harry took your hand gently, once again dragging you from your dazed state. You looked into his eyes and found nothing but concern. He suddenly looked years older than he was.

“Darling, please have something to eat. You haven’t had a meal in days. Go sit at the table and let me cook you something.”

You stared back at him in silence. He took your lack of response as a no, making him sigh heavily. He draped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace. You fell asleep in his arms, on the couch, the same way had for the past week and a half.

~The next day~

You woke up to find yourself alone on the couch, which was uncharacteristic even on normal days. You turned your head to find Harry sitting at the dining room table, his head in his hands. His body exuded exhaustion, you could read it in his posture.

You slowly rose from the couch and crossed over to where he sat, gingerly sitting next to him. You leaned your head on his shoulder.

“Any news from the Ministry?”

He nodded silently, without looking up.

Your body tensed immediately, suddenly nervous to hear what Harry had to say.

He turned his head to you, speaking softly.

“The man that broke in is a member of a new generation of death eaters. A group of people who, unfortunately, seek to bring back Voldemort. He came here looking for the resurrection stone. They believe I have it.”

His voice was heavy. You raised your head to look him straight in the eyes, a certain weight in your stare.

“Do you?” you asked.

He nodded slowly.

“No, I haven’t had it since that night in the forbidden forest. The night when-”

“Yes, I know,” you cut him off. You had no desire to revisit those haunting memories.

“That night, I dropped it in the forest. I haven’t had it since. But there was nobody else who knew of its existence, nobody who knew that I even had it!” his voice rose frustratingly. You ran your hand over his back in soothing patterns, calming him down.

“You have the invisibility cloak. Voldemort had the elder wand. It’s natural to assume you have the stone. The question is: what now?”

“Firstly, we move. Somewhere safer than here. All this man had to do was ‘alohamora’ the door open,” Harry said. You nodded solemnly. You loved this little flat, it was yours and Harry’s first place together. But you understood that this needed to be done.

“I’ve been thinking, Y/N,” Harry’s eyes grew a bit sadder, “of leaving my work at the Ministry. Doing something smaller, lower-profile”

“Harry, you love your work at the Ministry, are you sure that’s what you want to do?” You spoke gently. You didn’t want to see Harry give up something that he loved so much.

He gave a small smile and nodded. Harry picked up both of your hand and pressed them to his lips.

“Our safety is my first concern. I think I should step out of the limelight for a while, get out of the public eye. Live a quieter life with you. What do you think?”

You hugged him earnestly, feeling so lucky to have someone that cared for you so much.

“I think that I would love that very, very much.”

EXTENDED ENDING

“James, come here this instant!” You called to your eldest son.

You watched as James Sirius sheepishly slinked over to you, the imminent wrath of his mother sending chills down his spine.

“Did you charm your brother so that he keeps belching bubbles?” You asked, your face stern.

James nodded slowly, his head looking down at his shoes. You were internally dying of laughter, seeing your younger son under the influence of a bubble charm brought back hilarious memories of being a young witch. You did not, however, reveal your amusement to your son.

“Go and apologize this instant, young man. This means no quidditch in the lawn for a week.”

James slowly shuffled away to find his brother, hearing Harry quickly praise his son quietly.

You were incredibly happy. Your family was living in a beautiful house our in the country, oddly similar to the burrow, with your two sons and a daughter on the way. You watched out the window as the two boys made up and began chasing each other through the garden. Your husband came up behind you, snaking his arms around your very pregnant belly.

“How are you doing?”

You knew he was asking about how you felt physically, but the question came to mean a great deal more to you. It was the same question he had asked you a few years ago, and the difference in your answer was astounding.

“I feel entirely and completely happy.”

“When somebody loves you, it’s no good unless they love you all the way.” -Frank Sinatra

A/N: So this took me a bit longer to write than expected. I started writing this like three times and none of those felt right. The quote above is from one of my favorite songs, and it kind of inspired me to write! I hope you like this! Please let me know if you do! (: 

Request:  hello there! could you please do an imagine where you are best friends with james potter, but you want to be more than friends and don’t know how to tell him? loved “The Forest” so much, by the way! keep on writing!

"It's not funny, James," you said, an irritated tone in your voice.

James, however, did not stop giggling, your reprimand only spurring him into more violent fits of laughter. You were both sat next to each other in the Great Hall, eating dinner with the rest of your friends. On the other side of you sat Sirius, and Remus and Peter sat across from you. Sirius had finished telling a rather hilarious joke, during which you had the misfortune of being in the middle of drinking your water. This, of course, led to you snorting the water up your nose, which then led to all of the boys erupting into still more laughter.

The giggles had finally subsided, and the red in your cheeks had began to fade, but James could not get the image of you with water pouring out of your nose out of his head. This, in turn, annoyed you to no end.

The conversation finally turned back to something a little less embarrassing for you, and dinner was soon finished. You all stood up at the end of the meal, making your way back to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius lazily hung his arm around your neck, a sort of brotherly affection that you had grown to love deeply. Your eyes, however, kept wandering back to James (as they always did), and Sirius playfully poked you in your side. You jumped, making him laugh.

"You should tell him, you know," Sirius spoke quietly, his pace slowing just enough that the rest of the boys walked ahead of the two of you.

"Pads, for the hundredth time, he doesn’t see me that way. I'm okay with that, truly. We're just friends," you whispered back to him, your tone not even convincing yourself, let alone Sirius.

He sighed. This conversation had transpired countless times, and still the outcome never changed. You had been best friends with the marauders since second year, and being now in seventh year, you had become quite attached to them, some more than others. You told Sirius about your feelings in fourth year, and he had vowed to make sure that you and James ended up together, but that was really difficult when you forbade him from getting involved. He had resorted to convincing you to initiate, but to no avail. Four years later, and here you both were, having the same conversation.

"Has it ever occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way that you do?" Sirius said, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips.

"No, it really hasn't." You spoke curtly, which signaled Sirius that your mind was made up, and that you (again) decided to continue suffering your feelings alone. He looked at you sadly, his arm tightening around your shoulders, and you offered him a small smile.

You two had now distanced yourself significantly from the other boys due to your conversation, and the boys stopped to wait for the two of you.

"Oi! Pick up the pace, you two! It's late and I'm tired!" Remus called in an annoyed tone, his hands resting on his hips. This only made Sirius walk slower, making you giggle as he pulled you with him, his feet shuffling forward only inch by inch.

Remus tried to hide his amusement, masking his laughing with a tired sigh.

"I get the feeling you two want to be alone, so I'll just leave you to your snogging in private," Remus said, a slight laugh in his voice, walking away towards the common room. This made both you and Sirius laugh, with Sirius calling back, "Don't go getting jealous now, Moony!"

You reached where James and Peter stood, a goofy grin on Peter's face. You walked out of Sirius' grasp, turning around to walk backwards as you declared dramatically, "In your dreams, Mr. Black."

You turned back around skipped back to the common room, not noticing the sad and jealous look on James' face. Although you were oblivious to James' uncomfortable silence during the whole spectacle, Sirius had certainly taken notice.

~

The next day was an exciting day, because it was time for a trip to Hogsmeade. These days were your absolute favorite, due to the fact that you got to drink butterbeer, visit Honeydukes, and spend time cozily tucked in the Three Broomsticks with your friends. It was snowing today, and so you dressed yourself warmly in a coat, gloves, and scarf.

The five of you made your way to Hogsmeade at about noon, joined by Lily, Marlene, and Alice. You all went straight to the Three Broomsticks, the thought of a hot butterbeer too enticing to resist. You all sat together at a rather large table, all of you joking and laughing loudly, causing a few other guests to look nastily in your direction. None of you took any notice though, too busy listening to Sirius' jokes and laughing at James' antics.

Eventually you all made your exit from the pub, the group splitting in to two groups. Half of you were dying to visit Honeydukes, while the other half was desperate to go to Zonko's. You chose to go to Zonko's, followed by James, Sirius and Marlene. Remus, Lily, Peter and Alice ventured off to Honeydukes, leaving the four of you to make your way to the joke shop. You walked with Marlene, the two of you entangled in a conversation about the previous charms class, both of you unabashedly tearing apart Flitwick for his ungodly amount of homework. James and Sirius followed closely behind, both of them also involved in their own conversation, but this one about you.

"Prongs, trust me, just make the first move. She won't turn you down," Sirius said in a begging tone, desperate to see two of his best friends finally happy together. James glanced at you talking to Marlene, your laugh melodically drifting to his ears. He looked back at the floor.

"Mate, I can't. I'll mess everything up. She's one of my closest friends, if I tell her and she never talks to me again, I'll have lost her completely." James spoke firmly, truly believing what he was saying, running a hand through his unkempt hair. Sirius groaned loudly in frustration, dropping his arms to his sides, looking at James with a deadly gaze. He stopped now, grabbing James by the shoulders, looking him dead in the eye.

"James, listen to me. I'm your brother. I wouldn't tell you to do something if I didn't know that it would work out for you. I'm begging you, please, go tell her how you feel. Just trust me," Sirius said this forcefully, making James' eyes go a little wider. Sirius had never spoken this way to him. Sirius let his shoulders go, still looking at James, telling himself mentally that if this didn't work, he didn’t know what else he could do. James stood there for another ten seconds, then turned and took off running to you and Marlene. You two had just reached Zonko's, Marlene reaching for the knob of the front door just as James reached you.

You looked at him in surprise. "There you are, James! C'mon, I want to see the pygmy puffs!" You giggled excitedly, James smiling down at you, out of breath from his sprint. Marlene walked in and you went to follow her, when James took your arm, silently asking you to wait.

You turned back to him, your smile still plastered on your face, but your eyes trying hard not to betray how your stomach erupted in butterflies when he held your arm. His hand slid from where he held your forearm down to your hand, and tugged at you to follow him. You obeyed, following him to the side of the joke shop, where he stopped. He turned back to you, still holding your hand, forcing his mouth to form the words that tumbled out.

"Y/N, I know this might be coming a bit out of nowhere, and if you don't want to say anything back, that's fine. I just needed to tell you something that I've been meaning to say for a long time, and, well, I'm just going to get on with it, then… I really like you, Y/N. You're smart, and beautiful, and I love your- erm, laugh, and how your eyes sparkle when your being mischievous. And, well, that's it, really," James had become extremely flustered, looking from your eyes to his shoes and back to your eyes. This was a far cry from the normally confident and borderline arrogant James that you often knew, but this softer side was even more endearing.

You smiled a small smile, your hand reaching up to caress his cheek, his smile growing as he leaned in to your touch. You stood on your tiptoes, straining to bring your face level with his, his head leaning down in return.

"I love you, James Potter," you whispered, grinning.

His face lit up at the sound of your declaration, his mouth transforming into a grin that matched yours, his eyes sparkling with happiness.

"I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N," he whispered back, his mouth inches from yours, quickly closing the distance to meet your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. His scent filled your nostrils, mint and cologne and musk surrounding your senses. You pulled away, and he pulled you into a hug, his chin resting on the top of your head.

Suddenly, you heard a flood of whoops and cheers coming from a few feet away, your entire group of friends cheering you on. You both turned to face them, grinning like fools in love, Sirius calling, "What took you both so long?!" You blushed, hiding your face in James' chest, the vibrations of James' laughter reverberating through your skull.

Request: Hello! Could you do a Harry imagine where it’s been a little while after the war and you’re both living together, and while Harry is away your flat gets broken into? And you’re there and you have to fight off the thief (who may or may not have a dark mark on their arm)? Thanks so much!

A/N: Woke up this morning to a couple awesome requests, so thanks so muchhh! This one was the first one that caught my eye, since I weirdly enough haven’t done a Harry imagine yet? I tweaked it just a tiny bit, just to add a little suspense. Hope you enjoy it! (((:

“Goodbye, Y/N!” Harry called down the hall as he stood in the doorway of your front door, about to leave for work. He waited for you to call back a response, and was surprised when you instead ran up to him and gave him a playful hug.

Chuckling affectionately, he hugged you back, and you stood on your tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss. He smiled, pulling away. “I’ll see you when I get back, alright love?” he said with a smile on his lips.

“Alright. Do be careful, Harry. And let me know when you’re on the way home, please.” You gave him a small smile, which he gratefully returned, leaning forward to kiss the top of your head and then making his way out the door. You closed it behind him, locking it firmly, then making your way back to the kitchen.

It was about nine o’clock in the morning, and Harry had just left for a meeting at the Ministry of Magic. As the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and therefor the highest ranking Auror in the department, Harry was often called into meetings with the Minister to advise them on different matters dealing with magical law enforcement. Meetings such as these did not happen often, and they were usually held later in the day and went on for hours, meaning his return was always late at night. However, this never stopped you from being there to greet him when he came home, and he loved returning from a tiring and long-winded meeting to your smiling (albeit tired) face.

You made your way to the kitchen, preparing yourself some breakfast while watching the TV in the living room. Taking your breakfast to the couch, you contentedly ate with your laptop next to you, working simultaneously as well as glancing at the television every once in awhile. You also contended yourself with practicing different charms and spells, using ‘accio’ quite often when you were in need of something and felt quite too lazy to fetch it.

The rest of your day continued in much of the same fashion, occupying yourself with cleaning your flat from top to bottom, doing laundry, and watching shows on Netflix. You did quite enjoy days such as these, except for the fact that you missed your husband sorely, as you always did when he left for work. The day dragged by, and you soon found yourself thinking about dinner, as it was already beginning to get dark. You sat on the couch thinking about what to make, and you decided to look for one of your old cookbooks that you rarely used anymore.

You set your laptop and wand (which had been lying on the couch with you the whole day) on the counter, and made your way into your bedroom. Making your way to your bookshelf, which resided in the far corner of your bedroom, you scanned the shelves trying to remember the exact recipe which you were seeking. You pulled out multiple books and sat with them on the floor, picking up the first one and beginning to flick through it, a pensive expression on your face.

You had been sat on the floor of your room surrounded by cookbooks for a good fifteen minutes, when you heard a faint sound resembling a “click”. You turned your head around to face the bedroom door, asking yourself hopefully if Harry could already be returning. You stood up, walking to exit your bedroom, when you heard a slightly closer sound. However, this time, the sound was footsteps, and they did not sound like Harry’s. Your heart picked up slightly in your chest, and for some reason you suddenly felt terribly nervous. Someone was in your flat.

You stood behind your closed bedroom door like a statue, your ears struggling to hear any more telling sounds. You then heard what sounded like the drawers in your kitchen being opened quickly, and slammed shut. The person had now quickened their pace, and you reached to grab your wand, heart-wrenchingly remembering having left it in the kitchen. Your mind was racing, thinking a million things at once. You heard the footsteps moving away from the kitchen, and you knew it was only a matter of time before they came to the room you were now stood in.

Your mind was screaming at you to figure something out, and fast. If not, who knows what would happen to you? You began to shake, and you could not think of a way out of this scenario. “I need to hide,” you thought.

Hide! That was it! You ran as quietly as possible over to yours and Harry’s bed, dropping quickly to your knees and reaching your hand underneath it. Your hand searched frantically for what you needed, and you almost feared that it wasn’t there anymore, until you felt your hand touch smooth fabric. You grabbed it and yanked it from under the bed as quickly as possible, draping it over yourself just as you heard the doorknob begin to turn.

You were invisible. The cloak of invisibility had just quite possibly saved your life, but now the challenge at hand was to get away from this man as soon as possible. The door swung open, revealing a tall, muscular, yet lean man. His face was oddly gaunt, his eyes seemed sunken, and his expression was utterly frightening. He was not exactly heavy-set, but he was definitely incredibly strong. You held your breath from your position on the floor, not daring to move for fear that the man would hear you.

He made a beeline for your vanity, where are your jewelry was stored, and began to shuffle through all your drawers. You watched him, suddenly less frightened and more disgusted with the individual. As his back was now to you, you painstakingly slowly stood up, not sure how to get to the door without alerting the man to your presence, as you would have to pass him to get there.

You were thinking of some way to get past the man when you realized he wasn’t taking any of the jewelry from your vanity. You examined him, (still quite frightened), and realized he was instead looking for something in particular. The man gave up looking in your vanity, and began to tear through your nightstand. This, you calculated, was far enough away from the door for you to walk past him undetected.

You began to walk towards the door, each step incredibly slow. You were about half way there when you stepped on a part of the wooden floor that creaked ever so slightly.

Your hand shot up to your mouth, muffling any sound you thought you might make, your body beginning to shake even more. The man’s head shot up, glaring directly in the direction where you stood. You knew that the man couldn’t see you, but it seemed as if he was looking right at you, and this terrified you completely. The man stood this way for the longest fifteen seconds of your life, and then he returned to shuffling through Harry’s nightstand (which is where he had moved on to looking).

You stood still for another minute, finally forcing yourself to begin moving again, when you found that your next step creaked again, even louder this time. You froze now, your eyes wide and glassy, sure that he had heard this too. The man did not react quickly now, he turned his head slowly, his hand now holding his wand. He stood up straight, holding the wand out, walking slowly to where he heard the noise, which is also where you stood. It was now that you also noticed, alarm bells blaring in your head, that the arm which was outstretched holding his wand also brandished none other than the dark mark.

Tears now started to fall in earnest, and you slowly fell to your knees, struggling against all else to contain you sobs. The only thought in your mind was Harry, and you hoped against hope itself that he would not have to find you lifeless and cold, because he had already found too many people that same way.

The man was now touching distance from you, and he scanned the room slowly, searching for the source of the noises he heard. There was no way for you to escape without him finding you, and so you just pressed yourself against the wall behind you, drawing your knees into your chest, trying to make yourself so small that you would just disappear.

“Petrificus Totalus!”

The man in front of you suddenly froze, his eyes moving about frantically, falling to the floor like a tree just cut from the forest. You suddenly saw Harry walk in, his wand outstretched, his eyes in a complete panic as he surveyed the room. Not seeing you anywhere, he became quite frantic, running into the room against his better judgement and looking everywhere.

“Y/N?! Y/N where are you?! It’s ok I’m here, please call back, tell me where you are!” he called, tears now coming to his eyes as he heard no response.

You were frozen, suddenly letting out a loud sob and shrieking in a bloodcurdling voice, “HARRY!”

His head whipped around in the direction of your yell, running over quickly and sticking his arms out to find you. His hand finally found your arm, his other hand grabbing the cloak and ripping it off you. You looked so utterly horrified, your body quivering in terror, your eyes still glancing nervously to the man who still lay unmoving on the floor. Harry quickly gathered you into his arms, picking you up and setting you on the living room couch. He drew back quickly, his eyes examining every inch of you, searching for injuries. Finding none, to his immense relief, he held both your shoulders at arm’s distance and looked directly into your eyes.

“Y/N,” he spoke softly but firmly, drawing your eyes from looking still at the man to looking at him. “I need you stay right here, ok? I’m going to call immediately for a few aurors, they’re going to come down here, they’re going to take this man far away from here, alright?”

You nodded slowly, tears still coming in bucketfuls, your hand over your mouth.

“I’m going to go send a patronus, ok? Just stay right here, I promise everything is alright now, I’m here,” he said the last part with a certain sadness, sadness at seeing you so terrified. He moved to stand and walk away, but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back down to your level.

He went to comfort you, but you spoke quickly and softly, forcing him to listen.

“Harry. The man’s arm. It has a,” you paused, terror flashing in your eyes, “a dark mark.” You whispered the words, as if only saying them might conjure up Voldemort himself in front of you. Harry’s eyes clouded over, a kind of dark recognition forming in his mind. He stood now, leaving you on the couch, walking to the front door and casting a patronus. He spoke quickly to the patronus, then sending it off with a wave of his wand, walked back over bedroom.

After that everything much seemed like a blur, because soon there were droves of aurors flooding into your flat. You stayed sat on the couch all the while, your mind bursting with questions, but your body exhausted from the trauma it had endured.

After an hour or two of your flat being overrun with officials, it was once again empty, bar you and your husband. After having showed out the last auror, he shut the door, walking back over to where you still sat, and sat slowly next to you.

Your flat was upside down, things throw in a million different direction due to your unwelcomed intruder. You looked around, taking it all in, finding that you were out of tears. You then looked at Harry, who had tears forming in his eyes, taking in your still pale and shaking form. He wrapped both arms around you, pulling you into his embrace tightly, his face burying itself in your hair. You sat there, unable to cry with him, just letting his embrace calm your shaken nerves and letting his scent fill your nostrils.

“If anything had happened to you,” Harry spoke almost inaudibly, “I truly don’t know what I would have done.”

You both stayed that way for a very long time, neither of you aware at all of how time was passing. You meekly attempted to tell Harry how everything had happened, but you were quickly silenced, told by your husband that you didn’t need to explain anything now. You sighed gratefully, nestling yourself further in his embrace.

Since neither of you wanted to return to your room, you slept peacefully on the couch, allowing both your exhaustion and the warmth of the other’s presence lull you both to sleep.

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