Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
A/n: Just a little warning, this is a superrrr long chapter (8000+ words), however, i do want to know if you'd prefer longer chapters like this or shorter chapters like some of the other ones
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It took Y/n almost two hours to make her way to civilisation, in which she had to stop for a rest or to try figure out where exactly she was going multiple times. By the time she'd made it to the nearest town, she figured she'd look a sight, not only was she wincing in pain every step (as she'd realised a few meters away from her house Thorn Manor that her right ankle had swollen up) but she was littered in bruises, dried blood and had a large, swollen black eye, and now, she was likely covered in small cuts, sweat, twigs, leaves and dirt (from her attempts of cutting through the forest), her hair was likely a mess, and she already knew that her clothes were very much dishevelled.
She slumped against a street sign, reaching a hand up to her face to feel the dried blood around her lips, she closed her eyes (or rather eye considering one of them was already swollen shut) for a moment, feeling Medusa's head come up to gently rub against her hand as if trying to be comforting. Y/n opened her good eye to peer down at the snake, a small, weak smile on her lips.
"I'll be okay Medusa." She rasped, pushing herself up from the street sign "Just gotta figure out where the Weasleys live."
Y/n continued her trek through the small town, ignoring the strange looks the people living there had given her, her good eye peered around, trying to find any businesses that looked like they were owned by Wizards. Finding none, she ducked into an alley and slumped against the wall, slowly sliding down to the ground, digging into her duffle bag for her wand.
Surely, if she did just a little bit of magic, she'd be okay, it wasn't like she was all that close to Thorn Manor, so there was likely an underaged witch or wizard living closer she could pin the blame on. Besides, it wasn't like the trace tracked the magic the witch or wizard did, just the magic around them, so surely, if she were to do just a little bit of magic, she could always just say it was someone doing magic near her, right?
But what spell? What spell could she cast that would help her? She could apparate herself to the Burrow, but she wasn't licensed and knew full well that apparition could be terribly risky, and in her current state she'd thought perhaps it wouldn't be wise to risk further harm to her body, but, that also ruled out most healing spells, for when they're performed wrong (which she was likely to in her current state) often have gruesome side effects.
She sighed pressing her head against the cool stone of the wall behind her. What was the point of being a witch if you can't do magic to help you in situations like this? She looked down at her wand, she was half tempted to snap it in half and live among the Muggles, she could very likely pass as one if she covered the white streak and kept calm to prevent any accidental magic, surely some Muggle orphanage would take her. But she couldn't do that, if she did that, she'd be leaving all of her friends without any real answers to what happened, besides, how could she last in the Muggle world if she was missing 8 years' worth of Muggle education?
