May 16, 2020
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Some Being Human: US Promotional manips with my OC Irene James.
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Your Savior - Harry Potter Imagine
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.
A/N: HEY! WOW THAT WAS REALLY LONG, SORRY ABOUT THAT. This one took me literally all day to write. There will be a part 2 to this story, because obviously there’s so much to still be answered! So, stay on the lookout for that! I hope you enjoyed this, and if you did PLEASE let me know!! I appreciate your feedback so much! (:
Chris Cornell Challenge Day 28:
Most Underrated Temple of the Dog Song
"Your Savior” from Temple of the Dog (1991)
Some more Irene and Aidan edits.
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