𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 (𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷.)

༄Fifth year; Rescued༄

Y/n's POV
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I run at him as fast as my legs will allow me, I hear the words of the killing curse echo loudly through my ears as i feel the impact of hitting the ground harshly. My heart still racing, and a lump in my throat...

Is he dead ?

I roll off of him, breathing heavily to see him looking at me like he had saw a ghost before sitting up, I quickly turn my head over to see a Moony struggling to hold back an angry Harry from chasing after Bellatrix who had ran away.

Dad hugs me tightly as i feel my eyes begin to tear up, "Oh thank Godric himself" I mumble gently wiping my eyes, a wave of relief washing over me

"Thank you sweetheart.." He holds me tightly, "Now go calm Harry down, your the only one that could.." He whispers in my ear and as the death eaters around us all most a few lay unconcious or long gone

I nod and rush over towards Harry but it was to late, he had broken free and running out of the room. Remus grabs a hold of my shoulder and i let out a hiss in pain. He is quick to let me go but pulls me closer towards him, "Y/n! You can't go after him! It's not safe, go over there with the others"

Sighing, I drag my feet over to where my other friends are as Tonks takes out the last death eater standing behind them.

"Are you guys alright!?" I rush over towards them and they all turn to me with wide eyes, "Are we alright!? The real question is are you!?" Ron shouts running up to me before wrapping an arm around me

"Ron I'm fine, it's just some blood"

"Just some blood!? Your whole shoulder is a bloody disaster and your leg is scrapped to bits" Hope exclaims and I look down at my leg to see that she is correct

It must have been from when we were running in all the glass and my shoulder, an orb could have fallen on it.

Now feeling all of the pain hit me as nost adrenaline rush left my body my leg goes limp but Ron is quick to catch me, "Let's just get to Harry alright" I look over at him and he nods, knowing better then to try and argue with me

With Ron and Neville supporting me as i walk so I don't out to much pressure on my leg we exit out of the department of mysteries.

My eyes widen as i see Harry lying on the floor, breathing deeply surrounded by sand as Dumbledore crouches beside him.

Harry looks at me weakly smiling but it quickly fades and is replaced by a sound of pain, I gently push Ron and Neville off away from me and get closer to Harry. "You're the weak one.. And you'll never know love..or friendship..And i feel sorry for you" Harry struggles to speak

And to who? I don't know.

Once i get to him he grasps my hand tightly as i sit beside him. He shouts out loud several times in pain, his head jerking backwards and sweating insanely amounts. I couldn't watch him like this, but i also couldn't not be here for him, he was my best friend after all.

He grunts out in pain as he squeezes my hand tightly enough that his knuckles begin to turn white. Harry rolls over onto his back and the sand around us begins spinning slowly.

I look up to see Voldemort himself in front of his, "You're a fool, Y/n Black and Harry Potter...and you both will loose...everything" The words roll off his tongue in a slither sense

The air around us was tense as he slowly leans forward grinning at the two of us, "If I'm a fool for loving then what the hell are you for not" I glare at him as the fireplaces across the room began lighting up green