Heir of Merlin | Harry x Reader

Don't Accuse Me of Murder

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First Person POV - Y/n

We were all sent to sleep after that and no one argued since Mrs. Weasley hadn't passed on more than one question. I was told to stay in this room for tonight and once everyone left it was dark but I couldn't really sleep.

I laid down but my eyes and mind didn't seem to rest. I just held my hand out and created a small flame that I bounced around in the air.

"Mistress Black will burn the drapes," snapped a voice and I threw the fire in that direction.

"Kreacher, did I not tell you not to come into my room?" I asked annoyed.

He was the Black house-elf, like Dobby, and he seemed to hate me but he would not leave me alone. I'm convinced he's trying to kill me in my sleep.

"This is not Mistress's room," said Kreacher.

"I'm not in the mood to deal with you alright, so I mean this with the utmost disrespect, get the hell out of this room," I snapped annoyed.

He just shrugged and left and I held my head. The door opened and I was about to yell again when I saw it was Harry.

"Hey," I said, "You get lost?"

"No, I'm where I need to be," said Harry and I smiled.

He jumped onto the bed and although he wasn't as big as Ron, he was pretty close and I swore the bed would break the next time anyone got on it.

"Can't sleep?" I asked and he shook his head. "Same."

"What do you see?"

"Well, when I close my eyes, all I see are Cedric's," I answered honestly, "Of everything that happened, seeing Cedric's lifeless eyes...it haunts me the most."

"Because he was like a brother?"

"Yes but also what he reminds me of," I answered, "Har, another war is coming. It started with us and it will end with us but I'm afraid of who we're going to lose along the way."

"Cedric..." I continued, "Cedric is a reminder that we are going to lose people in this war, and their deaths will be on us. I don't know how I'm supposed to deal with it and well that thought keeps me up at night."

"Why did it have to be us?" said Harry and I sighed.

"Trust me, I wish it wasn't," I answered. "What about you? Why can't you sleep?"

"Well..."

"What is it?"

"I see you," said Harry quietly, "I see you getting tortured for me. I see you getting that mark...I thought seeing it in person was bad but I relive it every night."

"Harry..."

"You shouldn't have done it."

"He would've killed you."

"Better that than-"

"Nothing," I snapped at him, "I would get a hundred dark marks if it meant keeping you alive. It's easier to deal with that kind of pain than seeing you dead."

He smiled and I did too. It felt like last year again-

"You know, the thing with the order, they didn't give us that much," I said moving back and leaning against the frame.

"I mean we could've guessed most of it but that thing with the weapon," Harry said, "That was news."

"Yeah..."