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: Ik the outfit described this chapter is a bit overly revealing, so if you're not comfortable with that or if you can't wear outfits like that for religious purposes, just pretend it's as revealing as it can be/you're comfortable with, also feel free to comment links to pins of what you think/want the outfit to look like, I like seeing peoples fashion senses! :)
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Y/n was already in the kitchen when Harry and the male Weasleys (under 17), had come in, fully dressed with a packed bag she'd clearly stolen from Ginny, she had a cup of some hot liquid in front of her, though she wasn't drinking it, in fact she wasn't doing very much of anything, her head was down on the kitchen table, pillowed by her arms, she'd seemingly woken up just long enough to get ready and into the kitchen, then fallen asleep again.
She was awoken, just before they were meant to leave by Ginny and Hermione who'd pulled her up and dragged her over to the door, though not before shooting bewildered looks to the twins when they'd realized they'd stuffed Y/ns pockets with their toffees.
It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer.
Y/n, Ginny and Hermione strayed behind the group, chatting mindlessly amongst themselves.
"So, Y/n, are you going to be staying in the tent with us?" Ginny asked as the three walked together, Ginny and Hermione watching Y/n anxiously, as if worried she'd hurt herself further.
"Nope, I'm going to stay in the Borealis tent with Moo, Zetta and Cassie, my father's staying with the other players and I'm not quite sure where Birdie is staying, Maia's got a tent with her parents and Sable and Fawnie'll be staying in there with her." Y/n hummed watching the ground as they walked "I'm going to trade my tickets with Sabes and Fawnie though, Maia's mother got them all ministry box tickets, but I reckon they'd both much prefer to be in my family's box, it's much quieter."
The group returned to mindless chatter for the rest of the walk, the small, clover necklace around Y/n's neck feeling especially tight.
They trudged down the dark, dank lane toward a village, the silence broken only by their footsteps. The sky lightened very slowly as they made their way through the village, its inky blackness diluting to deepest blue. Y/n's hands and feet were freezing. Mr. Weasley kept checking his watch.
They didn't have breath to spare for talking as they began to climb Stoatshead Hill, stumbling occasionally in hidden rabbit holes, slipping on thick black tuffets of grass.
"Whew," panted Mr. Weasley, taking off his glasses and wiping them on his sweater when they'd finally made it to the top of the hill. "Well, we've made good time — we've got ten minutes. ..."
Y/n and Hermione came over the crest of the hill last, Hermione was clutching a stitch in her side.
"Now we just need the Portkey," said Mr. Weasley, replacing his glasses and squinting around at the ground. "It won't be big. ... Come on ..."
