𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

DH ☆•°~'* End of the line

"Well, I never really thought that you'd come tonight
While the crown hangs heavy on either side
Give me one last kiss while we're far too young to die
Far too young to die."

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The Forbidden Forest was deadly silent as Leonora followed Lord Voldemort deep within. It seemed that no creature was alive, or perhaps too scared to reveal itself. No sound came from Leonora's footsteps. It was very quiet all around. 

The followers of the Dark Lord walked behind them. Some of them whispered among themselves. Leonora did not pay them any attention. There was nothing on her mind except her mission. She had a mission, and she was going to go through with it. 

A jet-black crow squawked from a tree branch and flew over them as the procession moved through the forest.

'You have performed admirably,' said a cold voice beside her. Leonora looked up.

'My Lord,' she acknowledged.

'I expected nothing less,' said the Dark Lord. 'Your powers are unmatched, but they seem to be missing something. Something that would complete them.'

Leonora stayed quiet for a moment, weighing her next words.

'And how will you remedy it, My Lord?' she asked. 

'I have my plans,' said the Dark Lord. 'And they will not go astray this time.'

The number of trees around them lessened, and soon they had reached a clearing. The Death Eaters all stopped, forming a circle around Voldemort and Leonora. She stood still while Voldemort paced around the perimeter of the clearing.

He walked back to the middle, brought the Elder Wand to his throat and muttered, 'Sonorus.'

'You have fought valiantly,' he said, and his voice echoed throughout the forest and beyond. 'Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery.

'Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste.

'Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat, immediately.

'You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.'

He paused, the last words of his speech reverberating in the air.  

'I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommenced. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman and child who has tried to conceal you from me. 

'Your beloved, the Ignismagus, will not be safe from me. Your demise approaches rapidly, Harry Potter. And she will not be able to protect you. You have one hour.'

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'Don't listen to him,' said Ron, shaking his head frantically.

They were still in the Shrieking Shack, standing feet away from Snape's lifeless body. Voldemort's chilling voice had reached them all the way there.

'It'll be all right,' said Hermione wildly. 'Let's- let's get back to the castle, if he's gone to the Forest we'll need to think of a new plan-'

'What did he mean when he said, "Your beloved will not be safe from me"?' asked Y/N blankly. 

Harry, Ron and Hermione looked at Y/N. A look of terror was dawning on each of their faces and Y/N felt her heart sink to her stomach.