Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

Facing Realities

Harry pov

As they vanished through the door, I realised I could move again. What was now holding me paralysed against the wall was not magic, but horror and shock.

I took a deep breath, steadying myself and gathering my thoughts on what I'd just witnessed.

High chance Dumbledore is gone; Y/n — Oh Y/n... Focus Harry. Y/n you can still save.

She can't die. She's on the Felix Felicis.

I threw the Invisibility Cloak aside as the brutal-faced Death Eater, last to leave the tower top, was disappearing through the door.

"Petrificus Totalus!"

The Death Eater buckled as though hit in the back with something solid and fell to the ground, rigid as a waxwork, but he had barely hit the floor when I was clambering over him and running down the darkened staircase.

Terror tore at my heart... I had to get to Y/n and I had to catch Snape...

I leapt the last ten steps of the spiral staircase and stopped where I landed, my wand raised: The dimly lit corridor was full of dust; half the ceiling seemed to have fallen in; and a battle was raging before me, but even as I attempted to make out who was fighting whom, I heard the hated voice shout, "It's over, time to go!" and saw Snape disappearing around the corner at the far end of the corridor; he, Malfoy, and Mr Diggory seemed to have forced their way through the fight unscathed.

My eyes scanned the area for Fenrir. When I failed to find him my eyes went back to the trio. I look harder.

In her father's arms, she lay seemingly unresponsive. My heart drops. I take a deep breath and reassure myself:

She can't die. She's on the Felix Felicis.

As I plunged after them, one of the fighters detached themselves from the fray and flew at me: It was the werewolf, Fenrir. He was on top of me before I could raise my wand: I fell backward, with filthy matted hair in my face, the stench of sweat and blood filling my nose and mouth, hot greedy breath at my throat —

"Petrificus Totalus!"

I felt Fenrir collapse against me; with a stupendous effort I pushed the werewolf off and onto the floor as a jet of green light came flying toward me; I ducked and ran, headfirst, into the fight.

My feet met something squashy and slippery on the floor and I stumbled: There were two bodies lying there, lying facedown in a pool of blood, but there was no time to investigate.

I now saw red hair flying like flames in front of me: Ginny was locked in combat with the lumpy Death Eater, Amycus, who was throwing hex after hex at her while she dodged them:

Amycus was giggling, enjoying the sport: "Crucio - Crucio — you can't dance forever, pretty —"

"Impedimenta!" I yelled.

My jinx hit Amycus in the chest: He gave a piglike squeal of pain, was lifted off his feet and slammed into the opposite wall, slid down it, and fell out of sight behind Ron, Professor McGonagall, and Lupin, each of whom was battling a separate Death Eater.

Beyond them, I saw Tonks fighting an enormous blond wizard who was sending curses flying in all directions, so that they ricocheted off the walls around them, cracking stone, shattering the nearest window -

"Harry, where did you come from?" Ginny cried. I ran up to her.

"Are all of you okay?!" I ask frantically. She nods.

"I- I don't know how but all the spells just seem to be missing us. None of us have been hit."

I breath a sigh of relief. "The Lucky Potion," I mumble.