Harry Potter Oneshots

Angel [Golden Trio & Reader]

Your eyes continued to focus on the blazing sunset while a pair of footsteps became louder and louder. Harry sat down next to you, his own green eyes trailing to the setting ball of gas. Purples, pinks, reds, oranges and golden yellows created a palette of multi-coloured clouds. Just like every evening — except the patterns were different with every passing day.

 At age sixteen, the war with Voldemort and his death eaters was nearing at an incredible speed. Moments like these became more and more treasured.

Not long after Harry had come, Hermione and Ron's hushed bickering could be heard, along with their hurried footsteps. The chatter stopped immediately when they reached the roof that you and Harry were sat upon. Hermione seated herself next to you, and Ron next to Harry.

"Has Dumbledore spoken to you recently?" Harry whispered, almost scared to break the delicate silence between you two, "—about the war, I mean?"

"No," you sighed wearily, gaze flickering down to your hands. "He hasn't spoken to me in ages, Harry— you know this." He didn't reply, but you knew he had heard you; all three of them had. It was that same question everyday — Has Dumbledore spoken to you about the war or recently?

Truth was, the old wizard had. You think that the golden trio knew this, they weren't stupid(or, at least Mione wasn't — the two boys' heads couldn't really put two and two together as well as the muggle-born).

You knew what was to come, and it scared you. You wanted to help them, and you wanted to tell them exactly how to defeat the darkest wizard of all time. But to tell them that would be to mess with the events of the future, and you couldn't do that — no matter how much you longed to.

Your lavender eyes [just pretend ur eyes r lavender pls] looked back at the sky's colours that had nearly faded into a deep blue. Finally, the colour of night overtook the sky, specks of light scattered across it ethereally. Like every night, tears streaked down your cheeks and your eyelids closed over your pupils.

The three sixth-years watched as gold leaked out of your eyes and pure white wings unfolded from your shoulder blades. If they focused hard enough, they would be able to see a pure glittering, gold ring hovering above the crown of your head.

You stood, looking to the silvery moon.

"See you guys tomorrow," you said. Then your wings stretched out and pushed downwards, lifting you off of the roof and into the midnight-blue sky. Gold continued to drip down your radiant skin, splattering to the Earth and strengthening the protection around Hogwarts.

For the first time ever, you thought you could feel your blood pumping through your veins and arteries. But you knew better — you only felt that because of the many victims of war.

Save as many as you can, Harry. Please... Please.

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bleh. i dont like that ending and i sorta had a hard time putting everything into words :/

so... im on spring holidays rn. and i will actually try and update this thing more (key word  try)

but like..... 5k views. wat. de. holy. hecks. thanks a lot (i seem so un-enthusiastic but like, i swear im so grateful my brain is just not functioning as per usual)

also the song has almost nothing to do with the storyline but idc cause its so pretty and the tune fits the vibe i wanted to give.