one shots 18+

surrounded by death~harry x reader

Harry Potter was no stranger to death.

He saw death, he faced death, he overpowered death, he took his righteous hand and greeted death as though it was a brother.

Harry's only escape—a solace from the darkness— was Y/N. She cane in a time of need, in a time of vulnerability. When no one believed him, she was there. When his friends betrayed him, she was there. When he had detention with Umbridge, she was there.

Whatever troubles he had, she was there.

Their only path not been crossed is feelings.

Their time spent together was told as friends—their story was a friendship, but neither one wanted a friendship.

As time went on, as Y/N tried her best to overcome the feelings she had been given by cupid in Year 2, she began to become a distant memory. Not physically, but a scar of what they could have been stayed in Harry's mind.

Life would never be the same.

She got a girlfriend just over a week ago, Pansy Parkinson. The girl had swept Y/N away, taking her into her arms, leading her into the darkness, their souls becoming one.

Harry watched from the side, when Pansy would take her into the Slytherin common room to meet the silver trio. When the couple would go on secret escapades into the girls bathroom to make love.

Wherever they went—he was there.

He wasn't stalking her no. The marauders map shined for him, to see where they were, watch as the footsteps danced across the page all over the castle.

She confided in him still, share stories of the dates Pansy took her on, the paintings they drew, the books they would read before bed. But Harry could only see that the words tumbling from Y/N's mouth were the dreams he wished to have shared with her.

So as the time passed, as Harry's writhing jealousy began to show, Ron and Hermione persuaded him to talk to Y/N and express the feelings.

His two best friends believed the feelings Y/N once had for the boy who lived were still in there, buried beneath the rubble of Pansy's charm.

It was the middle of the night and Y/N and Pansy were laid at rest in the dorm Y/N shared with Hermione.

The plan must work.

Their plan the golden trio had created was that Hermione was to wake Y/N at midnight sharp, ask her if she would help Hermione find a book in the common room, that would be where Ron would say he saw a spider run into Ron and Harry's shared dorm and asked if she would rescue him from the ghastly beast.

And from there Harry would profess his love and hope she would express it too.

"Y/N," Hermione whispered, bent down next to where Y/N slept, Pansy's arm secured around her waist.

"Y/N." Hermione spoke again, Y/N moved slightly, groggily beginning to wake,

"Y/N, I need your help."

"Hermione, it's the middle of the night. What's wrong?" Y/N could not be more displeased that she was awoken from her dream that was beginning to form, one she would not share with Pansy at any point.

"I lost my book, can you help me find it in the common room." Hermione pushed, causing Y/N to stir awake,

"Fine." Y/N mumbled, beginning to unravel herself from the sheets and Pansy, ensuring Hermione didn't see any of her girlfriends underwear.

"Y/N?" Pansy moaned, her arm feeling the empty space Y/N once rested.

"It's ok my love, I'm just going to help Hermione, I'll be back before you know it." Y/N stroked Pansy's forehead, soothing her from her slight distraught manner.

"Ok," Pansy shoved her head under the covers, her eyes flickering shut.

Pansy's plan was in motion.

Pansy knew. She got Draco to use occulumency on Harry. But Pansy, Pansy wasn't the same Pansy laid in Y/N's bed

Pansy Parkinson was in a broom cupboard under a sleeping spell.

Astoria Greengrass was currently 'resting' in Y/N's bed, ready to make his move to break Potter. Bit by bit.

Orders from Lord Voldemort himself.

Hermione and Y/N made their way down the corridor and into the common room.

Ron was passed out on the sofa, having gotten tired of waiting for the two girls arrival.

"Blithering idiot." Hermione murmured, using her wand to cast the torches around the room alight.

Ron startled awake, a pig snort coming from him as he stood straight, looking like he hadn't tamed his hair in months.

"Hello you two. What brings you down here so late?" He smiled at the two girls, Hermione looking as though she was figuring which hex to use on him and Y/N looking surprised to see Ron down there.

"Hello Ronald, we're looking for a book, don't suppose you've seen it have you?" Hermione pursed her lips together causing Ron to quiver, this was his queue to begin.

"No sorry Mione, there's a spider in mine and Harry's dorm, Y/N I don't suppose you could get it for me do you?" Ron's eyes shifted over to Y/N, who stood shaking in the skimpy t-shirt and shorts.

"Go ahead, I don't mind." Hermione ushered Y/N across the room, pushing her towards Harry's dorm as Y/N gave an uneasy look.

"Well, what a nice surprise to see the two of you here."  Astoria giggled out, a smirk crossing her features as she entered the room,

Ron and Hermione whipped around, staring straight into the eyes of Astoria herself, the most recent accomplice Voldemort had persuaded.

But as they reached for their wands they weren't quick enough, Astoria already had her wand pointed at them, whispering a quick spell that would begin the break down of Harry Potter,

"Avada Kedavra." The two were dead on the floor, eyes glazed over as every piece of good and evil left them.

"Sorry about that." Astoria giggled once more as she stepped over the bodies of Ron and Hermione.

"Harry?" Y/N tapped on Harry's dorm door, gently opening it to see Harry stood with a rose in his hand, clearly awaiting her arrival.

"Hello." He smiled at her.

"What's all this?" Y/N looked towards the rose, indicating that was the topic of conversation.

"I need to tell you something." He breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as he composed himself.

"Go on," Y/N was keen to know why this was so important to be woken up in the middle of the night.

"I—um—I," He stumbled across his words,

"Harry, spit it out," She laughed out heartedly,

"Y/N I—," He stopped, eyes going wide as green light lit up the room, emitting straight from her body.

Her eyes went black, her body dropped, a limp pile of bones on the floor.

And just there behind her was Astoria, wand outstretched and a mouth in a sneer.

"Hello Potter," She chuckled, eyes flickering over the broken boy, "Your friends are dead." She laughed out, sinister.

"What have you done." He seethed, gripping his wand,

"Now, there will be no need for that. Expelliarmus." His wand left his grip as Astoria edged closer,

"Oops," She giggled, stepping on Y/N's hand—if looks could kill, Astoria would not even be bone.

"What. Have. You. Done." Anger bubbled away in his brain.

"Broken you of course, now I am to take you to the Dark Lord." She gripped his arm, her free arm shooting up in the air as she silently whispered 'apparate'.

Harry took one last look at Y/N's limp body, whispering "I loved you. I will always love you."

The world was a blur. And from there on out all he saw was death.

Harry Potter was no stranger to death.