Harry Potter Short Stories (mostly Harry tho)

"Goodbyes" Harry x reader

"Guys let me go." Harry says rustling in Ron's grip around him, but it only grows stronger. "Let-me-go!" Harry says as he tried to break free.

Hermione goes in-front of Harry so she can look him in the eye. "Harry please, please don't!" She squeaked as she looked at Harry with tear filled eyes.

"Why not?!" He almost yelled, thrashing harder. Hermione squeaked again as she backed away, covering her eyes, like she was trying to force the tears back inside.

Suddenly, Harry broke free from Ron's binding arms and as soon as he did, he broke into a slight sprint as he ran across the long great hall to the small huddle of people. Hermione fell to her knees and Ron rushed over to her to help her up.

They heard him running and looked up, and Molly let out a slight cry as she ran up to him, hugging him tightly. "Oh Harry dear, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." She whispered as she hugged him.

Harry hugged her back, trying not to be rude. But soon he let go and started striding over once again.

Fred turned around. "Mate, I'm-" but his sentence was cut short because he couldn't finish it without looking down.

Harry walked past him, and he saw one glimpse of the body on the floor before pausing, frozen in his spot. Tears prickle in his eyes, but maybe he saw wrong? It couldn't be.

But as he walked closer and finally saw it, his knees buckled and he fell to the floor. "No." He said to himself over and over again.

He saw you, lifeless. Your eyes were open, but other than that it could have passed as you sleeping. He quickly shuffled over to your side, sobs quietly becoming the only sound out of his mouth.

"No no no no no no no nonono." He said as he took your face in his hands. Your eyes looked empty and lifeless. Your skin was cold. Your face was bloody and dirty, but it slowly got washed off when Harry tears hit your face, making small streaks.

"They saved me, but when someone tried getting Lupin, it didn't work out too well." Fred explained through cries.

Harry just cried harder hearing how you went.

"Never going to forget that scream 'till the day I die." He whispered to himself before leaning into his brothers loving touch again.

Lupin let out a soft cry. You were one of his favorite students and the fact that you died in a painful way saving him made him want to burry himself alive.

Harry remembered hearing a loud scream while he was walking towards the forest, but he didn't know it was your death scream.

"It's not fair! It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair." He muttered over and over again while hugging you tight, hoping you would hug him back, but your body remained limp.

He heard a soft crinkle in your jacket, so he laid you back down on Lupin own jacket which he put under your head. It was labeled "to Harry (read alone)". He quickly put the letter in his pocket and looked at you again.

"You-you promised! You promised you would be alright!" Harry cried out. "I love you, please, please don't be gone!" He hoped once again, but didn't feel shocked when you didn't respond.

He rested his head on your stomach, and cried hard. Tears soaked your blood stained shirt. "Please." He whispered to himself over and over again.

Soon, the people around left, leaving him alone with you. He took your hand in his, and talked to you. He told you of his favorite memories of you, how he felt now, everything on his mind, how he loved you.

By now his crying had calmed down, but tears still made their way down his face every-so-often. Little did he know, you could hear everything he was telling you, from above. You were crying, but he couldn't hear you.

"Give me a sign if you can hear me." He pleaded quietly, fumbling with the letter you wrote to him.

You thought for a moment before floating down, hovering above your own body and in-front of him.

Harry felt the energy shift in-front of him, sending slight shivers up his spine.

Slowly, you gave him a small kiss against his scar, sending strong shivers all up his body. A warm, airy feeling spread throughout him when he felt it. He smiled to himself.

Some more tears slid down his face before he mumbled a small and quiet, "I love you (y/n), and I always will." Before leaning down and pressing a kiss on your forehead where he felt you kiss him, and even though you were a ghost, you felt slight tingles run through you.

"I love you too, Harry Potter." You said to yourself, but he still couldn't hear you. At least you wrote it in his letter.

He walked past all the bodies and the injured, through the great doors, and out to the destroyed court yard and sitting on the bench where you used to always sit, how it brought back memories. Good memories.

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Harry was sitting by himself in Ron's room at the burrow, everyone was downstairs eating while he couldn't bring himself to eat just yet.

He remembered the letter you gave him, so he went into his jacket pocket and took it out, your handwriting scribbled inside.

To Harry (read alone)

Harry, if your reading this, I'm probably gone. And trust me, I don't want to be, but things happen. I'm writing this letter in case I don't make it out alive to hug you and tell you congrats (because I know we won). I also wanted to tell you because I've been keeping this to myself for a couple years now, I love you. And I really mean it. I love you a lot, and I'm writing this incase I never get to say it in person. I want you to know something Harry, don't let me hold you back. Live your life. I'll be there, don't worry, I'll be watching. Who knows, maybe I can find a way to visit you in your dreams or something. Just don't let me weigh you down on things you want to do or accomplish. And please don't worry, I'll be fine.

Well, I'll be waiting to see you again, love you.

-(y/n) :)

Tears stained the handwritten letter. You loved him back and he never even got to say it to you.

You kept your word and waited on him, even though it took a very long time, but his love for you never shrank. Even though you told him to not hold back, Harry never got married, he never stayed in relationships longer than 1 - 1 1/2 years because all he could think about was how it wasn't you.

When Harry did eventually pass, he found himself at the clean kings cross station once again, but as he looked at himself, he saw he was 17 again. He moved around like how he used to when something caught his attention.

"Harry?" You ask softly.

He whips his head around and sees you in all white, just as beautiful as he remembered, if not more.

"(Y/n)?" He asked with tears welling in his eyes.

You smile softly at him. "Yes."

He runs up to you and hugs you tight, a feeling he hasn't felt in a long long time came over him.

"I love you (y/n)." He whispers in your ear.

"I love you too Harry." You whisper back.