Harry Potter Imagines

Love Me Like A Sister - pt. 8

As you walked into the room, you dropped your jacket on the floor and threw your bag on the shelf next to you. Your shoes fell off your feet with ease and you walked in the living room, crashing immediately on the sofa.

Hugging the pillow, you breathed in the scent of bitter lemon and closed your eyes.

You were so tired. Merlin, you were so exhausted.

Six months and you still couldn't bring yourself to contact the wizarding world. Your wand was kept away and with that, your whole life of wizardry was locked in a box.

Now you worked as a journalist.

And it was plain exhausting.

"I'm just gonna..." you mumbled into the pillow. "Just an hour..."

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You could feel the drool leaving your mouth but you were too busy to wipe it off. You were home alone. You always were. So who would even care if you drooled on the pillow like a pig?

You opened your eyes just enough to see what time it was. It was dark so it had to be around-around... Ar-DARK! IT WAS DARK! you opened your eyes wide and awake and looked on the clock in front of you. 19.43.

"SHITE!" you got on your feet and ran to the mirror. You brushed your hair, ficed your makeup and grabbed your bag and jacket. You ran through those doors, still tired, still exhausted.

This is surely going to make a great impression on your boss.

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Late hours and newest waves of exhaustion splashing your whole-self. Jacket dropped, bag thrown, shoes off and sofa crashed.

Your feet were schorching, your back throbbing and your eyes burning. It wasn't until something squeezed your chest so tight you began to cry aloud. Your hands clawed the pillow case and you bit on the edge of it, sobbing.

How could you have gotten here? From that fool in Hogwarts, having the time of her life to this pathetic sloth, who does nothing but sleep and work?

No family, no beloved one, no friends... You were a mess. A mess you couldn't get out of.

So you cried into the night until some pills calmed you down and some sad song lead you into sleep.

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It was a repeating routine. You woke up, got read and left. Your first stop was the coffee shop, it always was because without coffee you couldn't always kick out the whole effect of the sleeping pills.

You walked in, not turning left nor right, just straight up to your favorite coffee boy. "Hey Marion." you smiled and leaned on the counter.

He looked up as he poured a coffee in another cup and smiled. "Hold on, Eris. Your order is coming right after I finish this one."

Eris.

It's still weird hearing that name being applied to you. You were no Eris but in ome sure way, that name fit perfectly for you. Chaos, strife and discord... Three most perfect words for yourself.

You fumbled with your feet, looking around and wandering until there was a flash of infamous green eyes and at first you weren't sure so yo utook a second glance and there he was.

Black untidy hair, green eyes and round glassess.

"Bloody hell." you mumbled to yourself and you swore you saw his eyes widen before they turned away.

Your eyes flickered to the bushy hair next to him, to which Marion was handing a cup and the red vibrant hair belonged only to one person.

"Not in a million fucking years." you grabbed your bag from the counter and stormed out of the coffee shop.

You were sure. You were ten-twenty-billion times more sure that you didn't want anything to do with those people.

Ron has never done you harm but he was still a connection to them-to that world. And all of a sudden you crashed into a tall boy, perhaps the same age as you and it didn't take you a second more to realize who it was.

It was Neville.

"Sorry-" he tried to appologise until he saw your face and your hair and everything who you were. "(y/n)?" he smiled but you couldn't. No, you couldn't- it felt harder to breathe, harder to think. Flashes of the past started to appear and you couldn't look at those pale lips and dead man's eyes.

Hasley.

' "Maybe when we would be old, like 80 or something, we would live in this house on the hill and have grandchildren visiting over."'

You shook your head, your eyes filled with water and the vision blurred.

' He was dead. No matter how much you wished he was alive, he was dead. There was no way of bringing him back to life. You held him in your body, pale as a porcelain doll, and you called for him.'

You closed the door shut behind you, collapsing agains it and beginning to breathe hysterically. You clawed your legs, digging your fingers into it, feeling it as they pierced through the fabric... It didn't matter though.

He was dead and the guilt of you betraying him the way you did, kept eating you.

You started to rock forward and backwards in your position. Now you were shaking as well, feeling it in your bones, your muscles and your every nerve like a plague finally taking you.

"(y/n)!" there was a voice. A boy's? Man's?

It was familiar but you couldn't put your finger on it.

He walked in the hall and saw you curled up in the corner, shaking. His head lowered and so did his eyes. "Oh, (y/n)." he ran to you and took you in his arms, pressed against his chest. "Calm down. I'm here. You know. I always will be." he held you while you sobbed, gripping his arm. "You're not alone. I promise you that."