ϟ 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒔 ϟ

A Thousand Years

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From your first meeting to your fourth year, you and Harry had been close.

He had confessed to you early into your fourth year and soon your feelings had grown stronger, having comforted one another through the death of a dear friend.

Later that year, you were walking alongside Harry at Hogsmeade, adorned in your puffy jackets as the snow fell from the sky.

Harry stopped walking, and you halted in your steps to turn and ask why. He looked nervous.

You walked toward him and slid your mittened hands into his. "What is it?" you asked, giving his hands a gentle squeeze.

He sighed, deciding to just get it over with. "I just wanted to say that, uh..." he muttered, briefly averting his eyes from yours. "...I love you."

A look of surprise washed over your face, and your heart skipped a beat. You couldn't help the smile that spread on your lips. "Harry," you replied, making him look up at you. "I've loved you for a thousand years. I was waiting for the right time to come to say it, and it seems the time is now."

A wide, stupid grin formed on his face, and you laughed at his giddiness.

"C'mon, let's go get some sweets," you urged him, letting go of one of his hands to tug at the other and lead him toward Honeyduke's.

He followed happily, a spring in his step.

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A year had passed, and the days had gotten even darker.

You, Harry, and several of your friends had gotten the prophecy from the shelves in the Ministry of Magic, and now you were fighting for your lives against the Death Eaters who'd come for said prophecy.

The glass orb had fallen to the floor of the death chamber and shattered, sending shards of varying sizes and shapes in every direction.

After having thrown a bunch of "stupefy"s and other incapacitating hexes at the Death Eaters, you felt one grab you harshly, wrapping an arm around your neck rather tightly, and holding his wand to your temple. He had wrenched your wand from your grip so you wouldn't try anything.

Harry turned at your yelp of surprise and saw you being held tightly by the Death Eater, but was grabbed by Remus once the man noticed that the Death Eater's wand was practically digging into the skin of your temple. He held the boy back, and both watched helplessly as the Death Eater dared them to do something, holding you hostage.

"Y/N!" Harry yelled, his voice cracking a bit, knowing it wouldn't do anything to help. He couldn't help but want to say your name, in hopes of somehow releasing you from the Death Eater's grasp.

Someone else, however, noticed the tense situation and smiled almost gleefully. She strutted closer, and you noticed.

Your heart dropped at the bloodthirsty look in her eyes. Completely and utterly panicked, you looked over to Harry. You knew that, in the next few minutes, you probably wouldn't be alive. You had to make this quick.

"Harry," you breathed, and his terrified eyes met yours, "remember what I said before? When you said you loved me?"

He nodded.

You offered him a sad smile, and it made his heart drop. He knew, then, that you had accepted your inevitable death. "I'll love you for a thousand more."

Something in Bellatrix snapped, and she angrily shouted the one dreaded phrase that Harry had hoped wouldn't be used on anyone he cared about.

His hopes would unfortunately not come to fruition.

"AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Remus tightened his grip on the boy, feeling his eyes and nose burn painfully as he heard the agonizing screams tearing up Harry's throat and echoing around the large room.

The Death Eater dropped your limp body to the floor, and Bellatrix happily bounded away, along with other members of the Dark Lord's group.

Neville, Luna, Hermione, Ron, and Ginny wept at the sight before them.

Remus walked Harry to your body, crouching with him. The others, as well, gathered around. Sirius crouched on Harry's other side, wrapping an arm around the boy's shoulders and placing a tender hand over your face, delicately shutting your eyes.

Harry leaned forward, letting his head fall to rest on your chest - one that used to expand and contract with every precious breath you took. Now, it was still, devoid of the soothing and rhythmic heartbeat that he would listen to whenever you held each other by the fire. He would never be able to listen to it again.

Harry's world shattered completely that day.

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