Harry Potter imagines and preferences

Harry Imagine-through anything

warning-sensitive topic surrounding depression and suicide
word count-1000+

Y/n walked down the corridor towards her common room. The halls were dead, you could only hear her footsteps on the cold stone floor. She walked slowly, a fierce pain in her left hand. She had just left Umbridge's office. She was the first besides Harry to receive this punishment. She doesn't regret what she did, it was very brave of her. Umbridge didn't like when anyone spoke out of turn, or say something she didn't like. So when Y/n stood up on her desk after finding out what she had done to Harry and yelled about Voldemort, it was only seen fit for her to be punished. Y/n believed in what Harry was saying. When she found out that he got punished for speaking the truth she had to say something. Now she's payed the price, she knew Harry would be furious. She didn't care about what he'd say towards her scar from the retched woman, she had scars all over her left hand and wrist, from something much darker. Though she seemed happy, she was consumed with darkness. Something that she had suffered with, from a very young age, but she didn't want Harry to know. She dreaded having to walk into the common room, have him run over and demand to see her hand. As she reached the common room she sighed. She mumbled the password and stepped in slowly. Harry was sitting in the armchair beside the fire, he looked worried, when he looked over at the door he jumped up quickly and ran over.
"Y/n!" He gasped and pulled her into a hug. "Are you alright? What'd she do?" He reached for her hand.
"I'm fine Harry." She mumbled in response. Harry yanked her hand forward, he examined it closely, pulling her sleeve up. Y/n looked around with embarrassment.
"But what are these other-" He looked up for a second as he spoke, understanding the situation. He kissed the top of her hand.
"I love you... so much! More then life itself!" Harry said. "I know, trust me I know! It's so incredibly hard, but it will get better, if you let it."
"I know Harry, now I'm not alone, I have you!" She smiled and hugged him close. "I love you too." Harry checked her over once more before waking over to the fire.
"Snuffles will be checking in soon." Harry said. "He and I have a plan. To take her down."
"Harry we-."
"We're going to stop her, he and I." He ignored her.
"No-Harry!"
"And she'll pay for that! We're gonna get her." Harry said triumphantly.
"Harry, we can't! She's got the ministry on her side, besides Hermione and I have been thinking of something much better." Y/n said.
"Dumbledore's Army." Hermione interrupted.
"The what?" Harry replied.
"Dumbledore's army." Y/n said. "You need to teach us, we need to be able to protect ourselves! The way she's going we won't be able too!"
"We need to get a group of students together! And you are going to teach us that magic." Y/n said.
"And we're calling it Dumbledore's army." Hermione said.
"See as how Dumbledore can't do this, we're doing it on his behalf." Y/n said.
"Y/n you're more talented at magic then me!" Harry said. "Besides who'd listen to me, I'm a nutter, remember."
"Harry, this is a good idea." Hermione said and Y/n reached up to his ear.
"And I don't care if you're a nutter." She whispered. Harry smiled down at her then nodded.
"Fine... but, whose gonna join?" He asked. The two girls smiled at each other.

"Keep going Neville!" Harry cheered. Some of the girls stood watching Neville and whispering. Harry was happy with out the D.A was turning. He turned to check on everyone and saw Y/n. A deep feeling of joy washed over him, he walked over, trying to avoid incoming spells from the people practicing. He watched as Y/n shakily pulled up her wand to disarm the mannequin in front of her. He knows she's a strong witch so he wasn't that worried, until she fumbled. He looked over at her again and finally he noticed.
"Y/n." He mumbled and caught her wrist gently. "Alright everyone, take an early day. See you here tomorrow." People groaned before shuffling out, while others tried to ignore him and continue.
"Y/n. Why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked. He could see how nervous she was, she looked very uncomfortable.
"Tell you what Harry?" She asked innocently. Harry sighed, helping her to a chair before bending down to pull her sleeves up. She didn't even push him away, she let him do it. Y/n didn't feel like caring about it.
"Y/n, I thought you stopped." He said. She pulled her hand away, but he held it towards him. He rubbed small, gentle circles across her hand.
"It's not your fault Harry. I have my own problems." She replied. Harry shook his head in disbelief.
"Well from now on, you're not going off on your own." Hart said. "And instead of sleeping in my bed whenever you want it'll be every night."
"You may not see it darling, but you're so special. And I love you with all my heart." She smiled up at him. "So please, try and stop this! Tell me how you feel, talk to me, I'm here for you my love." She nodded at him with teary eyes.
"Thank you, Harry." She said, he smiled at her knowingly, kissing her cheek softly.
"Come on let's get going before Ron thinks we've shagged or something." Harry said with a chuckle, while Y/n laughed. He held an arm around und her waist as they walked out. Y/n had a hand around his waist as well, but was too small to get it around him. Which he trashed her for.
"I love you." He said. "And I will help you through anything."