Drarry - Hyperventilation

The Golden Trio

Hey bbys! Sorry for the late update 🥺 I had exams oop- 😒 Anyways Happy reading!

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Harry was running down the stairs after his meeting with the headmaster - Dumbledore. "He's dead-" he kept whispering to himself "Sirius is dead-".

Harry felt his leg trembling but he didn't stop running. Before he knew it he was on the shore of the great lake. He stopped running, clutching his stomach and panting, breathing heavily. Sirius would never hug Harry again, he would never hear his bark-like laugh ever Again. Never.....

Suddenly his knees couldn't support his weight anymore and it soon gave away and he fell down silently sobbing with his head in his hand and wishing he never went to the ministry of magic, wishing that Sirius death was a dream and when we wakes up Sirius will be here, wishing he wasn't so stupid enough to become Voldemort's vision. Suddenly the sobbing turned to gasping and he couldn't breathe.

"Fuck- I didn't take my potion today.." he groaned. He tried standing up but he couldn't get up. Breathing soon became painful. He tried with all his might to calm himself but to no avail.

"Help... Someone help-" he whispered painfully. No one was there. No one can save him now. He was going to die. But he was not scared, he was going to see Sirius again, he smiled and laid on the soft grass "I love you Ron, Hermione, Sirius..." he mumbled between painful sobs. He felt his eyes closing and blackness begging to engulf him. He closed his eyes.... He saw a angel running towards him. The blonde angel ran towards him and helped him in a sitting position.

"Potter?.. Potter! Harry! What happened to you!" the angel yelled shaking Harry. No the angel shouldn't yell, the angel shouldn't worry Harry thought sadly. "Harry! Please open your god damn eyes! Please" he wanted to respond back but his vocal cords were not working anymore so he just sobbed wrapping his arms around the angels neck. "He's dead... he's gone, he's never coming Back.." he cried. The angel wrapped his arms around Harry and whispered in his year "calm down Harry, I'm here, please calm down it's okay shush-" but Harry couldn't calm down he was dying. The angel did something strange then, he put his palm on Harry's mouth and covered it tightly so Harry had no option but to breathe through his nose.

The hand was soft yet manly and Harry leaned into the palm, the angel was whispering words of comfort. Harry felt himself going back into his body. His vision became more clear and he could finally breathe without pain. He finally managed to open his eyes. Green eyes met grey and harry found himself getting lost in the beautiful silver eyes. He finally managed to calm himself down and could breathe properly without feeling the pain in his lungs. He tried sitting up a little straighter but he fell back and closed his eyes in agony, the angel immediately used his other hand and wrapped it around the other boy's waist.

The angel tried again to wake harry up but the boy couldn't cleary move and whatever he was experiencing was clearly causing him terrible anguish. The angel started panicking and lifted the other boy, and carried him to the hospital wing. The last thing Harry saw before he passed out was the sleek blond hair and silver eyes of Draco Malfoy staring at him with worry and fear.

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"Harry! Get up its afternoon mate!". Harry jumped up from his dream and mumbled "whozair" before he felt a hand slap his back and he almost fell off his bed.

"Nice to see you mate how are you!". Harry groaned when he finally recognised the voice and rubbed his eyes finally waking up and pushing Ronald Weasley's hand away from his back.