We belong together || Harry Potter x Reader

Chapter 39

Everything was a blur. Nothing looked certain. If one looked too long, it would vanish in the instant, making you wonder if it was ever there. The world looked like it was on its deathbed. Smoke engulfed the castle, choking it of its beauty. You hastily followed your friends as they tried moving as quickly and discreetly as possible. You felt the pendant sinking into your skin, almost snail-like, by how slow it was taking it. You tried pulling on the chain on your neck to help dig it out, but it would feel like you were putting a hot rod in the center of your chest every time you did so. 

"That corridor..." Ron whispered, his sweaty hair clinging to his forehead. "There's people... let's go around." 

"The exit is down there," Hermione countered, her breath escaping her. "...We need to go." 

Harry stayed silent, his ears trying to grasp any sense of audio that they could get. "I don't feel him near... let's go." He continued towards the corridor that Ron warned against. Ron shrugged his shoulders and followed Hermione, who was already right beside Harry, down the stairs. 

You were trying to be agile, but your head felt like it weighed mountains. You hated this stupid necklace. You hated what Dumbledore gave you. Why did it have to weaken you? Why did you have to carry this burden? If he wanted you to die, why couldn't he have done it in an instant? Why suffer so much? 

"Y/n, hurry!" Ron called, looking back at you from the top of the stairs. 

You snapped out of your deep loathing for Dumbledore and waddled towards Ron. Ron, scrunching his eyebrows as he analyzed how brittle you were, ran towards you, his arms already steadying yours. 

"Y/n, you're weak," he noticed, looking at your fingers. "You're freezing cold!" 

"Ron, we don't have time. Take me to them." 

"No."

"No?" You asked, searching for his gaze. "No... No! I am not going to stay here. I am sick of it! I need to do something!" 

"You're going to die if you come with us!" Ron yelled, the vein on his neck twitching. "I will not let you die just because you want to be a martyr!" 

"And what are you doing?" You argued, your chest tightening. "You are going with them to help! Let me do it, too, please." 

Ron's shoulders dropped, and the wrinkle between his eyebrows disappeared. "They are probably in the shack already; we will meet them there..." You nodded in response, stepping with him again towards the stairs. He stopped walking, forcing you to an uneven halt. "But, if I see that you can't even make it out of the castle without fainting, I will not take you to the shack. Do you hear me?" 

You stayed silent. 

"Y/n, please understand." 

"No, Ron, I don't want to stay here while you three go... Don't you understand that if I don't go, I might never see you three again?" As much as you hated it, you couldn't help but feel your throat tighten at saying those words. Your vision blurred as the tears started to form. "I am absolutely terrified, Ron. This stupid thing Dumbledore gave me, I feel like it is slowly killing me. I don't know how long I have. I didn't get to do all the things I wanted. I didn't get to find my parents. I didn't get to grow old with you three... I didn't get to be happy with Harry. If you think that I am going to sit here and die like a bloody coward, you are terribly wrong. Now, if you are not going to help me get there, let me go by myself." You were looking into his blue eyes as you spilled your heart out, finding it comforting as you expressed all your sorrows. 

Ron's adam apple bobbed as he finally understood. He nodded his head and held your hand, more tightly now, to help you maneuver towards the exit. Although you were no longer crying, you still felt shaken up at the honesty that spilled from you. You were just about to ask him not to say it to the others when four people came running from the hall.