Harry Potter One Shots And Imagines

Harry Potter- Fight (c)

Was it possible to hate your best friend? That was a question you asked yourself too often. You loved Harry as though he was your brother, but sometimes you did want to punch him in the face, although with Harry most people had that opinion. He was lovely and he wanted to do what was right but he was a complete and utter idiot. There was only a certain amount of his idiocy and whining you could handle before it all became too much.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and yourself were sat in the boy's dorm discussing what was going to have to happen next in preparation for the inevitable war.

He was insisting that everything that needed to be done could be done by him alone, whilst you and the other two shouldn't get involved in the matter. You were doing your best to stay out of the argument, just lying on Ron's bed, with Hermione sat on the edge of it talking to the boys, however with the other two trying to make their arguments no matter how futile they were your annoyance was growing.

"You shouldn't be involved, it is too dangerous," Harry repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

"Harry-" Hermione started.

"No," he stated firmly. "I can't let you get hurt of worse."

You scoffed. "Didn't seem too bothered with Cedric and Sirius."

"What?" He asked.

You sat up so that you could see the two males sat on the opposite bed.

"Cedric and Sirius are both dead Harry in the name of the war. They both wanted to help and they made the greatest sacrifice. And sadly, that is a sacrifice we have all had to come to terms with because at any moment we could all be killed," you frowned.

"That's exactly why you can't," he said softly.

Your eyes rolled at his idiocy.

"Don't be selfish Harry. You may be the chosen one but you aren't invincible you idiot. By being friends with you we have all been roped into this bloody war, and we have no choice but to fight in any way we can because if not, we are just sitting down and accepting death," you hissed.

His head fell, knowing what you said was true.

"Harry, you can fight this war yourself if you'd like. It'd save us a lot of pain and heartbreak but if you want to fight alone, you will lose. I have all the hope in the world for you, but he has an army, you need one too. Granted he's got death eaters but students are the best you've got mate. You wouldn't be here now if it wasn't for everyone else. Think about how many times I have helped you. How many times Ron has helped you. How many times Hermione has helped you. Or how many times anyone else here has helped you. Yes, we could die, but if we don't fight he will kill us all anyway, so what's the point?" You sighed.

He showed you a weak smile, knowing that even if your words were harsh they were there to help in any way you could possibly.

"So, you want to help? Even knowing the risks," he said softly.

"Less want to," you smiled. "But we've got your back Potter, even if we all regret agreeing a tiny little bit, but who else would do it?"

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Written by Charlotte.