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𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚖 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 <𝟹

Harry woke up the following morning, he felt so warm, so comfortable and still extremely sleepy as he glanced downwards.

Y/N.

He loved having her so close to him, seeing Y/N sleep so peacefully with him, made Harry's heart swell.

She's so perfect. Harry thought, pulling his hand softly to brush a loose strand of hair from her face.

His eyes glanced at her lips.

Harry could vividly remember the way they had felt against his. It was so soft, so.. perfect.

He would do absolutely anything for a repeat.

"Regrettable, but all the same, Minerva —" came Cornelius Fudge's voice loudly as the Hospital wing door swung open.

"You should never have brought it inside the castle!" yelled Professor McGonagall. "When Dumbledore finds out—"

Y/N had woken up now, the loud voices awakening her from the comfortable sleep. She felt herself slightly flush at the proximity between her and Harry. He was so warm.

Sirius too had woken up. Hopping off of the bed in his animagus form as he bit onto one side of the curtains, pulling it open to their view.

The door opened again, and Dumbledore came sweeping up the ward.

"What has happened?" said Dumbledore sharply, looking from Fudge to Professor McGonagall. "Why are you disturbing these people? Minerva, I'm surprised at you — I asked you to stand guard over Barty Crouch —"

"There is no need to stand guard over him anymore, Dumbledore!" she shrieked. "The Minister has seen to that!"

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows as she and Harry sat up, still sitting right against each other. What was happening?

Padfoot walked back, jumping onto the bed as he curled into a ball, his back leaning against Y/N as he watched the scene play out.

"When we told Mr. Fudge that we had caught the Death Eater responsible for tonight's events," said Snape, "he seemed to feel his personal safety was in question. He insisted on summoning a dementor to accompany him into the castle. He brought it up to the office where Barty Crouch —"

"I told him you would not agree, Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall fumed. "I told him you would never allow dementors to set foot inside the castle, but —"

"My dear woman!" roared Fudge, who looked angrier than Y/N had ever seen him, "as Minister of Magic, it is my decision whether I wish to bring protection with me when interviewing a possibly dangerous —"

Professor McGonagall's voice cut him off.

"The moment that — that thing entered the room," she shouted, pointing at Fudge. "it swooped down on Crouch and — and —"

She did not need her to finish her sentence.

They all knew what the dementor must have done. It had administered its fatal kiss to Barty Crouch.