Your Harry - Harry Potter Imagine
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.
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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.
You both eventually moved on, your love for each other only growing and blossoming. Harry enjoyed getting to leave behind “Harry, the boy who lived, defeater of Voldemort” and just getting to be “Harry.” Your Harry.
