Not Yet
Pairing: Harry Potter x reader
Word Count: 3,270
Warnings: None
Request: Could u do something Harry Potter x reader were the marauders are alive and the reader is Harry’s gf and is as good as Dumbledore in dueling. And she was staying at Harry’s house for spring break and (Harry is still the boi who lived) Voldemort attacks them and says something like “if she wins she safe but for now I am going to take the most important thing in ur life” to Harry and he starts crying but then she out duels him and comforts Harry and Jily notices how much they love each other?
A/n: Ok so I know that the time line wouldnt exscatly be perfect for this fic but whatever I dont care. Also I'm sorry it tooks so long I had restart it because I didn't like my first draft. Anyway hope you guys enjoy!
"Harry, they're going to hate me." You groaned falling back from your sitting position on his bed to laying and burying your head in your hands.
Harry rolled his eyes smiling. "Y/n there is no possible way they are going to hate you, so stop stressing."
You turned your head to glare at the boy who was struggling to close his suitcase, "Oh yeah because when you met my dad you weren't stressing at all." You said voice dripping with sarcasm.
"That's different," Harry defended still attempting to get the buckles on his trunk closed.
"How is it possibly different, if anything I have it worse because you have like three dads." You pointed out.
"I don't have three dads." Harry grunted, cursing those textbooks that were making the task at hand nearly impossible.
You muttered a spell under your breath and watched as the items in his trunk shifted before the straps snapped closed neatly "You most certainly do have three dads." You iggled when he looked back up at you in amazement.
"I forgot you could so stuff like that." He murmured making his way towards the bed.
"Well you should try remembering." You smirked before Harry climbed on top of you meeting your lips with his. The kiss was soft sweet and short.
"Bloody hell!"
Harry quickly rolled off of you.
You both blushed heavenly looking at Ron who now stood in the doorway with Hermione.
"Sorry." You muttered looking down at you hands.
"Thank god you were only kissing I thought you were doing other stuff for a second." A book promptly shot across the room and hit Ron in the side of the face. He glared looking up at the beat red girl across from him "Can you stop with the no-wand spells? It's very confusing for us."
"Speak for yourself Ronald." Hermione chipped, "They are quite brilliant in my opinion."
"Thanks Hermione." You smiled the color trickling from your cheeks. You had always had a particular talent for performing spells without a wand. You barely touched it nowadays, you would simply do the spell without it.
It was a "rare but exceptional gift that very few acquired" McGonagall had informed you in your first year when you had performed a Relashio spell without a wand on your second day of charms.
You had noticed at a very young age that you could simply read about a spell, murmur the name under your breath, envisioning the result and said result would happen. It was quite helpful for dueling and protection
"We are leaving in a few minutes so we just came up to get you guys." Hermione explained looking at Harry's packed trunk, Hedwig placed beside it.
"Y/n where is your stuff?"
"Oh shit." You muttered.
"You aren't packed?" Harry asked worry covering his features.
"I was stressing so much I forgot." You hissed under your breath closing your eyes and thinking. Finally after a few seconds you remembered the spell and murmured it quietly.
You heard a shriek followed by "Merlin's Beard y/n can't you just pack like the rest of us, you almost killed me with your bloody broom!"
"Sorry Parvati!" You shouted back before your wand came whizzing into your hand followed by your trunk and your owl cage, your barn owl locked securely inside, and of course your broomstick which had been an unnecessarily expensive and fought against birthday present from Harry. "Packed." You smiled up at the other three.
When the four of you had finally boarded and settled on the Hogwarts Express nerves took you over once again. You found yourself tracing the scar on your hand feeling out every letter of the sentence, "I will not tell lies" engraved on your hand. You remembered Harry's fury when you had walked out of Umbridge's classroom tears pricking at your eyes as blood dripped from your hand. Fred, George and Ron had to physically hold the boy back from beating the pick monsters face in with his fists.
Harry quickly noticed your nervous state and slide his arm around you pulling you closer. "They are going to love you y/n/n."
You sighed and looked over at his breath-taking green eyes, "You don't know that."
"Come on you already met Remus and he loved you." Harry said trying to comfort you.
"Great only two more dads and a mom to impress." You said staring out the window.
"Hey look," Harry pushed your head back to meet his eyes gently, "Remus already likes you and my Dad will be easy, just tell him your a chaser and he will talk for hours. For my mom just talk about spells and all that stuff you are so bloody good at. And for Sirius just mention a few of the pranks you pulled on Malfoy and your in the clear. You are too amazing for them not to like."
"But what if they dont think I'm good enough for you, I mean you are 'the one who lived' and everything and I'm just...me."
Harry scoffed, "Just you? You mean the girl who has the best marks in every single class she takes. The girl who could take down there own professors when it came to dueling and knows how to perform more spells and charms without a wand than the Charms teacher does with one?"
You blushed looking down, "I don't have the best marks in Herbology, Transfiguration or Potions." You pointed out.
Harry sighed, "They are going to love you y/n. I just know it."
When the train stopped at platform 9 and ¾ so did your heart. You were jumpy and anxious, you felt as if you were running on adrenaline and caffeine.
Hermione and Ron said goodbye wishing you luck as Harry looked around for his parents on the crowded platform.
"There they are." Harry said grabbing your hand and heading toward a man who looks stunningly like Harry and a woman with bright red hair.
You gulped hoping you didn't look as nervous as you were.
When you reached the couple Harry hugged both of them as you stood awkwardly to the side trying not to draw attention to yourself.
"Mom, Dad this is the girl I told you about, y/n." Harry introduced.
You blushed a bit waving and to your surprise the women stepped toward you and brought you into a hug.
"It's so lovely to finally meet you, we've heard so much about you from Harry." She said pulling away to look you in the eyes.
"It's nice to meet you as well Mrs. Potter." You smiled.
James stuck out his hand and you shook it firmly greeting him as well.
"Well we better head home before Sirius burns down the house." Lily sighed.
"Its fine." James said brushing the issue away, "Moony is there too."
You looked at Harry "Who's Moony?" You mouthed silently.
"Professor Lupin." He whispered back.
You bit your lip hoping that he still considered you a good student.
When you reached Harry's house your nerves were buzzing again, you could hear the thumping of your heart loud and clear as Harry opened the front door.
You heard a loud "Harry!" Bellowed form inside the house and Harry was soon thrown into a hug by a man with long dark hair.
"It's great to see you again." The man who you were guessing was Sirius smiled.
"You too Sirius." You suspicions were confirmed. "Oh this is y/n." Harry said moving to the side so you were face to face with the man.
"Hello, it's nice to finally meet you, Harry has told me so much about you." You greeted sticking out your hand.
"I could say the same for you." Sirius winked taking your hand. You glanced over at Harry whose face was tinged red and glaring at the man.
You giggled as Harry pulled you away, "You can put your stuff in my room." He chatted as he dragged you up the stairs to the first door on the right.
When you entered you couldn't help but smile. The room was so… Harry.
The walls were painted a vibrant crimson, he had quidditch banners and famous wizard posters plastered on the walls. There was a wooden desk in one cornor, a dresser and a double bed against the other wall. A door which you guessed lead to a closet on the other. There were two hooks in the center of the wall above the dresser. Different posters and papers were sprinkled around the hooks where Harry had now walked over and placed his broom.
You walked closer to the wall to find that all of the papers and posters were tickets and brackets from various quidditch matches.
"My dad always takes me to them." Harry chimed in walking closer to you.
"That's brilliant," you nodded continuing to look at the items sprinkled on the wall.
"How many have you been to?" Harry questioned snaking his arm around your waist as you stood admiring.
"Oh, I haven't been to any." You shrugged turning to face the now appalled boy.
"What!?"
You shrugged again
"Really?!"
You nodded rolling your eyes playfully; "My dad just never took me."
"You have to come with us next time." Harry declared.
"I'd love too." You smirked leaning in to kiss the boy. Your lips had barley brushed his when you were interrupted by the bang of a door.
"Harry dinners ready…" Sirius' voice trailed off when he saw the position of your red faces. He smirked, Harry once again glaring at him.
"We're coming." Harry growled cheeks matching his walls.
"You are now?" Sirius jeered before descending down the stairs.
The second he was out of sight you burst into a fit of giggles.
"What's so funny?" Harry asked.
"I don't know," you laughed out.
With that you made your way to the stairs.
When you sat down at the dinner table you looked up to see your ex-professors eyes sparkling at you.
You smiled at the man and then turned your head to see Harry serving you some food. You thanked him then thanked the chef who sat proudly next to the professor his head of long midnight hair held high.
You quickly launched into a conversation with Mrs. Potter about your plans to be an Auror after Hogwarts while Harry laughed with his godfather.
Your conversation was cut short by Mr. Potter.
"So I saw you had a broom, you play I'm guessing." He inquired.
"Yes I do sir." You spoke politely before placing a tomato into your mouth and feeling its soft skin burst with flavor against your teeth.
"No need for the 'sir'" the man explained before adding, "What position?"
"I'm a chaser si-" you cut your sentence
short blushing.
James eyes widened under his glasses, "Really?"
"Yes, I have been playing since second year." You nodded.
"Wow, that's pretty young for a chaser."
"She's incredible, probably better than you Dad," Harry cut in, "She once scored 180 points in one game. That's only 30 points below the record." Harry gushed making you flame red, "And she's only in her fifth year." Harry added proudly smiling.
You felt on fire when all of the adults at the table looked at you in amazement and surprise. "It's really no big deal, I don't win the games your son does." You mumbled looking down at your food.
Harry rolled his eyes at your modesty even though it only made him grin impossibly l that's quite impressive." Sirius noted, "I didn't take you for a jock."
You bit your lip before hearing another voice cut through.
"She's not just a jock Sirius." Remus rolled his eyes. "When I had her in my class she had the highest marks of all the students, she's quite talented, especially when it comes to spells and charms, she would make a brilliant Auror."
You felt your face once again fill with fire as you looked across at the man who had spoken, "Thank you Professor Lupin."
"Just Remus." He said before taking a sip of his wine.
You nodded and looked at Harry who was smiling brightly at you his eyes sparkling like rare gems.
Lily opened her mouth to continue the conversation when suddenly Harry's smile turned to a grimace of agony. He bent over with a gasp, clutching his forehead.
Everyone instantly began to move, you moved toward Harry wrapping your arms around him, James and Lily reached for their wands as Sirius and Remus leapt from their chairs flicking their own to lock the doors and windows around them.
You and everyone else in that room knew what that anguish Harry was feeling meant.
Harry hissed air through his teeth in pain, "Y/n, you need to get out of here, he's coming, Voldemort's coming." He spit out.
You turned to Lily for an answer but it was too late.
The women flew across the room in a gust of wind
"Lily!" James yelled from across the room before he was thrown backwards into the china case with a crash. You turned to see five figures in black standing in the living room. Sirius leapt into action deflecting two spells before being hit with another.
Remus yelled in anger hitting one of the figures with a spell before being hit with two of his own.
During this you gathered your scattered thoughts and muttered a small protection spell under your breath.
Your heard Harry shriek with misery as another figure appeared in the room. You recognized the man -if you could even call him that- instantly. He started toward you and Harry who had somehow ended up on the floor your arm still sealed over his shoulders.
"Move girl." The thing headed toward you stated.
You rose to your feet to meet him as he neared. "No."
A cackle rose from the throat of the monster. "Look around you," he said gesturing to the four wizards all now caught by a figure in black, wands held by tattooed wrists at their necks.
"Move and you may live." The thing promised.
"No." You repeated grasping your hands to fists as you stood in front of the boy shaking in torment.
"Imperi-"
You didn't let the dark lord finish his spell before you whispered one of your own.
The most forgiving of the unforgivable curses bounced off your shield and hit the window with a crash. You then whispered a small healing spell to Harry and heard him gasp for breath finally being released from pain's cold grasp.
The white faced man now glared at you shooting another curse you deflected with ease. His frustration was now visible as he shot a series of painful spell at you. You muttered deflections and counter curses smoothly.
You almost smiled at the man's great surprise and rage at the new obstacle that stood in the way of Harry's death. Your joy was swept away quickly.
"Y/n move!" You heard Harry yelled before you were hit with a blinding sting in your chest. You fell back in pain gasping for breath. You turned your head to see Remus laying on the ground in a heap, his guard standing over you in triumph.
Suddenly you began to float up in the air. You tried and failed to regain your bearings as you were suddenly flying toward he who must not be named. You felt cold as his fingernails closed aground your neck.
You could smell rotting flesh and the metallic scent of blood. You could sense the hunger of the thing holding you, you could sense its hunger for death, for blood, for pain, he fed from it.
Voldemort cackled watching as Harry screamed, writhing in the grasp of the death eater holding him.
You began to feel adrenaline rush through you with new found terror. You couldn't die. No no no. Not yet. Please dear God not yet. You began to feel tears prick at your eyes. Please. Please not yet. Not yet.
"I can't kill you Harry." The monster paused "Not yet. But I can kill her. I can kill her easily as a bug, she's nothing." He howled in laughter. "The most important thing to you in this miserable world is nothing, its pathetic."
Harry sobbed attempting to throw himself forward as Voldemort's wand raised to your throat.
"Please not her, please, take me instead, not her dont kill her, let her live please." Harry begged, sobs making his words almost incomprehensible.
You watched in horror as Harry broke in front of you. You could hear his parents screaming in the background and Sirius crying for Remus to wake up.
Your body shook with anger and fear at the scene taking place in front of you. You squeezed your eyes shut and focused that energy. You focused just as your dad had thought you. You focused all that pain, fury, fear onto one thing, one spell, one person.
"Crusio." You murmured softly.
Suddenly you were released and sent sprawling towards the ground. You heard a blood curdling shriek of agony behind you and stood to see the dark lord writhing on the floor. As he did your head felt with a splitting pain and you screeched grasping at your temples in an attempt to stop the pain.
It ended as abruptly as it started and you stood over the man so many feared and you saw him look back up at you to see the one thing you were sure this man had never felt before in his eyes. Fear.
He was gone in a whisper of black smoke, his followers disappearing just as quickly.
You turned sliding to the floor next to the boy you loved, tears of relief springing from your eyes.
"She's gone, she's gone, she's gone." You heard him sobbing slumped on the ground defeated.
"Harry, Harry it's me." You said voice breaking. He looked up his glasses were long gone his emerald eyes shining with tears.
"Y/n?" He mumbled.
"Hey, yeah it's me." You cried.
"But y-you, you, you were g-gone."
"Not yet. Not yet." You sobbed tears of joy as you were tackled in a hug by the boy.
You sobbed on to his shoulder as he pulled you into him grasping you desperately, wetting your y/h/c hair with tears.
He pulled away from the hug grabbing your damp cheeks and smashing his lips onto yours.
The kiss was desperate and needy, Harry moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.
When you broke away he pulled you into his chest again. "I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you y/n, I love you so much." The words fell from his mouth in a slur.
"I love you too Harry. I love you too" You cried into his chest.
Lily and James watched as the two of you reunited and looked at each other with the same eyes. They knew what the two of you had, they had seen very few like it, very few indeed. It was love. Not fake teenage dream "love". Not abusive of forced "love". Not one sided or used "love" but true and actual love. The same love they felt for each other. They watched as the young couple picked each other up and put each other back together and they knew that those two teenagers were in it for the long run.
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