Harry potter one shots

Harry x reader|| part 2 || Burn

Mrs Weasley took Teddy from y/n arms, then placed one hand on her cheek.
"It's ok dear, there are plenty out there that would kill to be with you" her mother spoke calmly
"But I wanted him mum" y/n spoke so quietly it was almost a whisper.
Ron paced around the room with his hands in firsts, with his eyebrows frowned
"How could he do that?!" He yelled
"Potter stinks" George mumbled.
Y/n smiled at her brothers, and grabbed her bag and coat.
"Where are you going?" Hermione asked jumping up from her seat, y/n just shook her head and laughed slightly
"I'm fine guys, stop worrying. I'm going for a walk... alone" y/n smiled.

She was always so full of light, and never let her own sadness get in the way of other's mood. She liked it that way, it distracted her, but now the whole wizarding world will be feeling sorry for Harry Potters wife.

Y/n went the path she always went as a kid, when things all got too much for her. She let the summer breeze flow through her hair and she observed the flowers and the bees.
Like all paths, hers had a destination, which was a rock that overlooked a pond. It was above any magic she had seen, it was so perfect not even the fairies in muggle books could come across it. It had a sound block charm, she casted on it for her screams to not have to bother the world.

Y/n put her bag on her lap and took out a brown box, that wasn't too big or too small, and she opened it up to find them. Letters. The letters Harry wrote her every day of the war, when things were too dangerous to send owls back and forth but he still needed to pour his heart out.
When she was given them at her wedding her eyes welled up with tears and she was so happy, but now they seemed like nothing.

Dear y/n,
                 It's so hard, not being here with you. However I need you safe and that to me is so much more important than the feeling of lost I-

Before she could read the rest the paper burned, floating in the air as the flame eat the paper.
Y/n felt warm tears fall down her cheeks, and she had no idea how to feel. Sad? Angry? Betrayed?

I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them
I knew you were mine
You said you were mine
I thought you were mine.

she loved him, she still did. With harry it was always love conquers all, but she was very doubtful that it would beat the pain in her chest. Ginny was right all along.

Do you know what Ginny said
When we saw your first letter arrive?
She said:
"Be careful with that one, love
He will do what it takes to survive."

Quickly, y/n wiped away the tears "You and your words flooded my senses. Your sentences left me defenceless, you built me palaces out of paragraphs, you built cathedrals" she whispered softly watch the light spread across the paper. In a strange way, she thought it was beautiful.
Carefully, y/n took out another one and scanned over it quickly hoping the feelings won't rush back.
"I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me.
I'm searching and scanning for answers, in every line. For some kind of sign, And when you were mine" her hand went down the page with such care "the world seemed to-" she breathed and put her wand to the paper, then letting it catch light and fall through the air like a feather "burn".

She put her head in her hand, she was embarrassed "You showed the whole world how you brought, this girl into our bed.  You have ruined our lives". Now she was feeling the anger and shame. She began to think maybe she wasn't good enough, or maybe like Ginny had said, it was him.

Do you know what Ginny said
When she read what you'd done?
She said:
"You have married an Icarus
He has flown too close to the sun."

Y/n read over another and began to realise how they were never meant for her, but maybe for the world "You and your words, obsessed with your legacy... Your sentences border on senseless, and you are paranoid in every paragraph, how they perceive you!" She put her hands in her hair, her tears were now unstoppable "You, you, you...!"
With out thinking y/n took the rest of the letters and chucked them in the air, lighting up them all with just the flick of her wand.

"I'm erasing myself from the narrative. Let future historians wonder how y/n reacted when you broke her heart you have torn it all apart.
I am watching it
Burn!
Watching it burn.
The world has no right to my heart!
The world has no place in our bed!
They don't get to know what I said!
I'm burning the memories!
Burning the letters that might have redeemed you!
You forfeit all rights to my heart!
You forfeit the place in our bed!
You sleep in your office instead!
With only the memories
Of when you were mine!" She ranted feeling a fire burning inside her.
She fell on the floor sobbing "I hope that you burn".