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blaise zabini: dying in your arms in the middle of a battle

"well, look at that," he says, his voice strained yet carrying a faint hint of his usual humor. "never thought i'd end up in your arms like this." he says, his once sharp eyes now hold a dim flicker of light as he looks up at you, trying to muster a smile.

"don't talk like that," you plead, trying to keep your voice steady despite the tears welling up in your eyes. you press your hands against his wounds, desperately trying to stop the bleeding, but it's futile.

"guess i... messed up this time," he continues, his words interrupted by a painful cough. "always knew... i'd go out in style." he says.

"you're not going anywhere," you say, your voice trembling with fear and sorrow. "stay with me." you say.

he reaches out weakly, his hand finding yours and holding onto it with what little strength he has left. "hey," he manages to say, his voice barely audible. "remember... that time i tripped over professor mcgonagall as a cat? you laughed for days." he says.

a choked laugh escapes your lips, mingling with tears. "you were such an idiot," you whisper, your heart breaking with each passing moment.

"yeah," he murmurs, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "but i was your idiot, right?" he says.

"yes," you reply, your voice breaking. "always." you say.

he gazes up at you, his eyes searching yours with a tenderness that cuts through the chaos around you. "i... love you," he says, his voice barely a whisper now, but filled with a depth of emotion that leaves you breathless.

"i love you too," you reply, tears streaming down your face as you lean closer to him, desperate to hold onto every moment, every word.

he smiles faintly, a tear rolling down his cheek. "i'm sorry... for everything," he says, his grip on your hand tightening for a fleeting moment before it slackens.

"no," you sob, clutching his hand to your chest. "don't leave me." you say.

he looks at you one last time, his gaze filled with love and regret. "thank you... for everything," he whispers, his voice barely audible as his eyes close, and his hand goes limp in yours.

you sit there, holding onto him, as the battle rages on around you, your heart shattered into a million pieces. in that moment, amidst the devastation and loss, you realize that you've lost not just a companion in battle, but the person who taught you how to love, how to laugh, and how to live. and as you hold onto his lifeless hand, tears streaming down your face, you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his lips, a final goodbye filled with love and sorrow.