This connection between me and Voldemort… what if the reason for it is that I am becoming more like him? I just feel so angry, all the time. What if after everything that I’ve been through, something’s gone wrong inside me? What if I’m becoming bad?
try not to think too much about the fact that James and Sirius spent their last days the same: cooped up in their houses and frustrated with Dumbledore because there was nothing they could do to help; and they both died the same way too: in a fight, protecting Harry
Okay so here’s a Harry x Reader. I started school recently so I’ve decided to schedule my posts. My posts will be going up every other day for y’all. Much love <3 (also warning there are descriptions of panic attacks, so if this triggers you I recommend not reading. I have dealt with these kind of attacks, but I have gotten them under control and they do not harm me anymore. If any of you need help, message me)
also ps sorry it’s so short
You sat by the Great Lake, books and notes sprawled around you. You were studying once again, stressed beyond imagine. It was your fifth year, and you were beginning to feel the stress of O.W.L.S as they grew closer. You were re-reading your potions notes and looking into your potions book. You threw down the book in frustration.
“I just don’t know anything!” You cried to yourself, trying hard not to freak out.
“I can’t do this. I’m going to fail. I can’t do this. I’m going to fail.” You muttered to yourself, feeling the familiar knot in your stomach and scratchy throat. Your breathing began coming in rapid, your head beginning to feel dizzy.
“Hey! Hey Y/N! Hey breathe, baby, breathe.”
You heard the familiar, deep voice soothing you. You looked up, your eyes blurry with tears. You wiped your eyes as you became face to face with your boyfriend, Harry. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his body. He rocked you back and forth, while you failed to hold back tears. Once you had calmed down, and your breathing had relaxed, Harry loosened his grip. You pulled away, embarrassed by what had just happened.
“Y/N, are you okay?” Harry asked, his green eyes filling with worry. You didn’t want him to have to deal with you like this.
“It’s nothing, Harry. You should… you should just go.” You said looking across the lake, so as to avoid his eye contact.
“Y/N! It clearly isn’t just “nothing”! Why do you always push me away?” Harry jumped up, angrily. You looked down at the ground, tears filling your eyes again. You knew he was right.
He didn’t deserve you though. He deserved someone so much better.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I should just go.” Your voice cracked, as you began packing up your things.
“Stop!” Harry cried, grabbing your arm. “Why don’t you ever let me in?” he asked, desperately, pulling you so were standing in his arms.
“You deserve someone better than me,” You whispered. Harry lifted your chin up to look at him.
“Do you honestly think that?” he asked, his eyes filled with sadness. You nodded. “Oh, Y/N, that’s not true. I love you, Y/N. And I want to be there for you when you need someone. I will always be there for you. There is no one better than you. I deserve you, and you deserve me. I love you. And not like in the ‘faking it and will actually break your heart’. I love you. I love the way you smile and laugh. And the way you squint while working hard. I love you so much, it hurts when you say I shouldn’t be with you. I’m sorry for shouting at you. I was upset. I’m sorry.” Harry finished, looking at you, before kissing you gently. You smiled.
“I’m sorry too, Harry. I should’t have pushed you away.”
He smiled at you before pulling you in for slow kiss. You pulled away after bit:
“I love you too.”
He smiled before pulling you in for a hug, while you laughed.
Working hard is important, but there’s something that matters even more. Believing in yourself. Think of it this way: Every great wizard in history has started out as nothing more than we are now. Students. If they can do it, why not us?