Godricks Hollow
Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Reader
Written: December 15th, 2020
Posted: December 15th, 2020
Word Count: 1,665
Warning: None
This was requested from JulzLovDraco4Eva on Wattpad!
Summary: Y/N Granger has been friends with the Golden Trio for as long as she could remember, but her loyalty is tested when the group is on the run.
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Walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, you were engrossed in one of your class textbooks. Your attention being on the book, you weren’t watching where you were going. It wasn’t long before you walked into someone.
“Hey! Watch it!” Draco exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. Turning to face you, his expression concerted into something unreadable. “Filthy Mudblood.” He spat.
“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice sang through your ears, as he joined your side.
Rolling his eyes, Draco didn’t bother to respond before he stormed off with his minions in tow.
“T-Thanks, Harry.” You nodded not bothering to take your gaze off the ground.
“Of course,” He beamed throwing an arm around your shoulder. “What’re friends for?”
Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had similar encounters. Whenever you seemed to be in trouble Harry always appeared at your side. You were always quick to brush it off as him being protective over Hermione’s little sister. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to welcome you with open arms. Ron was always protective of you as well, but it was never to the extent that Harry was.
“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the hall.
Whirling around you collided with a firm chest knocking you off balance. A pair of strong hands were quick to wrap about your elbows attempting to keep you steady.
Giggling you couldn’t help the smile that made its way along your lips. “Hi, Harry.”
Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly looked visibly uncomfortable. “Hi, Y-Y/N.”
An awkward silence enveloped you both.
“I...I, uh.” Harry scratched the back of his neck as he was contemplating his next set of words very carefully.
“Yes?” You questioned, gazing upwards at him with a hint of hope in your eye.
“I...I was wondering if you would want to be my date to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” He rushed out, his voice wavering slightly.
A toothy grin made it’s way to your lips. “Oh, Harry!” You exclaimed as fireworks erupted in your stomach. Quickly, you threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders as you pulled him in for a tight hug.
Harry tensed at your reaction, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sound of his chuckles rang through your ears.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.”
---
On the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, there was tension in the air. There were rumors of He Who Must Not Be Named, attempting to rise in power once again. Arthur heard at work that the Dark Lord was planning to overthrow the ministry, but nobody knew when.
Since you were staying at the Burrow until the wedding, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of darkness looming around every corner, while the Dark Lord could strike at any moment.
Being friends with Harry, you knew he would go up against the Dark Lord. But the question that plagued your mind was if you were ready to face He Who Must Not Be Named.
Ron would go, which meant of course your sister would go. She and Ron had been inseparable as of lately. Sighing, you knew you would go to protect your friends.
Your mind was beginning to become clear as you sat by the fireplace. However, you didn’t hear Harry join you until he nudged your shoulder gently.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He questioned offering you a warm smile.
“Oh, um.” You sighed. “Just thinking about how everything’s about to change.” You shrugged.
Harry turned his attention to you, as he nodded in acknowledgment. “It’ll be for the better.”
Nodding you locked gazes with him as the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing heard. The thought of kissing Harry quickly overwhelmed your mind.
“Hey, Guys.” Ron greeted as he quietly made his way down the spiral stairs.
Taking a breath, you averted your gaze to your shirt as you smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles.
Ron quickly bounded over to where you and Harry sat before he took his place in between you.
“What’d I miss?” He questioned beaming at you.
---
It was finally the day of the wedding. Everyone was scurrying around the house and outside in an attempt to get the last minute things ready. All the bridesmaids spent the day getting ready. Fleur’s bridesmaids mostly consisted of you, Ginny, Hermione, and her little sister, Gabrielle.
The ceremony went by rapidly, it felt like a blur. When it came time for the reception, you were able to slip away unnoticed.
Taking your heels off, you walked barefoot through the grass as the brisk night air danced along your skin. Goosebumps began forming up and down your arms. A content sigh left your lips, as you gazed at the stars.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry spoke as he walked up beside you.
You hummed in response, turning to face him.
“Harry...You look..”
“I know-” He became flustered, as he dropped his gaze to the ground.
“Handsome.” You muttered as you took in his appearance.
“O-Oh, thank you.” Harry spoke, “You look beautiful.”
A blush crept its way along your cheeks. Before you could protest, Harry had shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. Quickly he reached down taking your heels from you.
The smell of Harry overwhelmed your senses. Tugging the jacket around you tighter, fireworks erupted in your stomach.
“We should get back before they notice we’re gone.”
Frowning, you nodded your head. Just as you and Harry re-entered the tent, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus announced the ministry had fallen, while Death Eaters were on their way.
Harry's firm hand was quick to grab yours, as wedding guests began to panic and Death Eaters began showing up. Harry pulled you behind him as he began searching for the rest of the group.
“Harry!” Hermione called rushing toward’s you, as Ron was fast behind her. Before you knew it, you were staring at the familiar Tottenham Court Road.
Your sister's voice echoed through your ears. “We have to find somewhere to change.”
---
Light snow began covering the ground as you and Harry ventured to Godrick’s Hollow.
It had been months since you were first on the run. Every day, everyone gathered around the radio listening to the names of the fallen in hopes you didn’t hear a familiar name.
Walking through Godrick’s Hollow, your arm was linked through Harry’s. The small gesture sent comfort through your body. The streets were dimly lit, which allowed you both to venture around without really being seen.
As you walked through the cemetery, you cleaned off the headstone, only to see the very symbol you had been questioning. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention. Fear began washing over you.
“Harry?” You gently called. Gazing around, your eyes landed on the man.
Confusion danced along your face before you gazed in front of you.
James & Lily Potter.
Kneeling, you pulled your wand out, making a small wreath on their grave. Standing up, you linked your arm back through Harry’s as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Merry Christmas, Harry.”
---
As you were running through the forest, you could feel your breaths becoming more and more shallow. Death Eaters were chasing you while yelling spells.
It had been a few months since your group had gone on the run. Hunting Horcruxes began taking its toll on everyone. Exhaustion was being to feel like an understatement. Anywhere you went, everyone was on edge ready for the next attack. Not even the tent felt safe anymore.
In no time, each of you was captured by the Death Eaters. It wasn’t surprising that they had taken you to Malfoy Manner.
“Take the rest of them,” Bellatrix spoke moving to stand before you. “I need to have a little chat with this one, girl on girl.” She taunted, as her eyes had a hint of mischief in them.
Gulping, your stomach began feeling queasy at the thought of being alone with Bellatrix.
Pushing you down, your back was met with the feeling of chilly wood. Before you knew it, she was straddling you as she screamed in your face.
Pinning your arm down, she began carving the word Mudblood into your skin. Tears began racing down your face as you felt your strength weakening by the second. Screams fell past your lips.
“Let her go!” Harry’s voice yelled.
“Well, well, well,” Bellatrix taunted as she got up. “If it isn’t lover boy, here to rescue the damsel in distress.”
---
After the fight at Malfoy manner, Ron and Hermione apparited to Shell Cottage, while Harry apparited to Saint Mungo’s hospital. The whole way, you had insisted you were fine and that you didn’t need medical attention.
Harry didn’t listen to your pleas as he raced to the emergency entrance of the hospital insisting you be healed right away.
Sitting on the hospital bed, you gazed at the ceiling counting tiles. The healer had come in and healed your scar rather quickly, however you were just waiting for the doctor to let you leave.
“Hey,” Harry spoke softly, as he took a seat beside your bed.
You hummed in response.
“I...I’m sorry.” He huffed. “I...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I couldn’t stop it..” His voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
“It’s not your fault, Harry.” You whispered, reaching over and placing a hand on his cheek.
Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. “I should’ve been there to stop it.”
Gazing at him, you felt the fireworks return.
“I...I.” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes, he stood up before taking your face between his hands. He never broke his gaze from you. Leaning down his nose brushed against yours as his breath danced along your lips. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he rested his forehead against yours.
At that moment, nothing else seemed to matter.
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