𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓'𝐬

Love can save us | Harry Potter

⚠️ TW// mention of blood ⚠️

Y/N M/N Granger, a girl who is sarcastic, bold, brave, beautiful and kind. Her H/C that shines, her E/C eyes that are beautiful as her personality. Y/N is the twin sister of Hermione Granger, the smart Gryffindor. Y/N was also sorted into Gryffindor when she begged the sorting hat not to put her in Ravenclaw.

Y/N is friends with Ron Weasley and Harry Potter, But she is much closer to Harry. They met in the train on their first year, when Hermione and Y/N went looking for Neville Longbottom's toad.

But Y/N Granger and Harry Potter are more than just best friends. They liked each other, since third year. Y/N and Harry started dating in the beginning of their fifth year, when Y/N was helping Harry about the Dementor attack and all the problems about Voldemort.

Hermione grabs Y/N by her wrist, and Y/N whirled around, her wand pointed at Hermione's face. She puts it down, and lifts a questioning brow. "What's wrong?"

"Harry." Was all Hermione replied, Y/N nods, and they run to where Harry raced off moments ago. She sees Harry on the floor, his eyes dark. Dumbledore was there, kneeling in front of Harry. Harry was groaning and grunting from the pain, Y/N wanted to run to him, but Hermione was fast enough to hold her back.

"Harry...it's not how you are alike—it's how you're not." said Dumbledore, softly at Harry.

Confusion...then the glimmer of understanding begins to grow in Harry's eyes. And now something draws his gaze
beyond Dumbledore. Ron and Hermione, breathless and fearful at the entrance of the smoking, ruined Atrium. Something clicks in Harry's head. His eyes lands on Y/N, who looks at him, tears beaming in her eyes.

"Harry..." She mutters.

Memories flash in his eyes. When Hermione hugged him in second year, and Y/N laughing together. Ron and him, in the Burrow, smiling at each other when Ron rescued him from the Dursley's. And four of them laughing, after Harry and Y/N threw snowballs at Malfoy in their third year. When Hermione, Y/N and Ron and him were laughing and snickering in the Common Room. When Y/N and him fell asleep together in the Common Room, their hands intertwined. When he first kissed her under a tree, to stop her from reading.

He sees their faces, Ron, Hermione and Y/N, looking at him fearfully.

"You're the weak one." whispered Harry.
Harry looks back at them With the last of his strength. "You'll never know friendship, or love, or real happiness. And I—feel—sorry—for—you!"

Harry is suddenly buffeted by a violent wind. Hermione's grip loosens, and Y/N runs to him, falling beside Dumbledore. Dumbledore looks at Y/N, and holds her shoulder to restrain her from moving further to him. And then Voldemort is standing above him like a dark shadow. But his expression betrays no anger, or weakness. Instead it shows an almost humane sadness.  With the smallest gesture of his hand Voldemort float Harry's limp form upright, bringing them face to face. Y/N was not noticed by him.

"You are a fool, Harry Potter..." sneered Voldemort.  He reaches out to touch Harry's face. "And you will lose everything."

A suspended moment--the world is frozen around the two of them.

Y/N growls at him. "You will lose." Voldemort's eyes dart to Y/N, he chuckles lowly.

"Be careful what you say, mudblood." sneered Voldemort, Dumbledore holds Y/N shoulder tighter, stopping Y/N from hurling towards Voldemort and punching the living hell out him.