harry potter imagines ✔️

13 --- past me by ( h. potter )

REQUESTED BY
@UndercoverBlonde2001

word count: 478
warning: death

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You saw a flash of color past by you, the man who had cast it was coming closer. You sent a few spells his way, trying to send him back. Finally, you were able to stun him to the ground. You noticed around you that the fighting had seemed to pause as everyone — deatheaters and students alike — gathered around an approaching group. Leading it was none other that Voldemort himself, followed by some of his minions as well as a more than familiar face.

Hagrid was held by a thick rope, his face haggard and sullen as he carried a smaller bundle in his arms. At first, the features were unrecognizable, but as the group trudged closer, you noticed the dark, messy hair and the unmistakable round glasses of Harry Potter. You held in a cry at the sight of everyone's last hope — the hero who would save us all.

Voldemort lifted his arms up, a nasty grin on his face, "Harry Potter is dead."

You heard someone cry out, in shock and pain. You stood frozen for a second before reaching out for your wand to attack the bald white man. Neville pushed a hand against your chest gently. He spoke out — to everyone, not only Voldemort. He told them that Harry's death should not be a hurdle or a point of weakness. Instead, he said, Harry's death should push us to fight harder and struggle more against evil.

The fight soon continued, sparks of magic spiraling here and there as the wizards around you fought to the very end of their lives. As you were finishing off a deatheater, you spotted a cowering figure trapped in a corner. Realizing that no one was making their way to help, you quickly sprinted across the blazed courtyard to save him. You used a spell to stun the man before helping the student up to his feet. As you were instructing the student to hide in the castle, he grabbed your arms, pushing you in front of him.

You yelped, calling for the boy to let go. But he was shaking with a type of raw fear and desperation. So you were stuck, your wand helpless at your side. The dark wizard lifted his wand straight at her throat, and that was the moment that the student ran, causing you to fall to the ground. Behind the wizard, you saw Harry standing across from Voldemort, the energy from his wand forcing the dark Slytherin to back away.

At the same time that Voldemort's life ended, you were hit by the green pulsating light from the twisted wand that was shoved in your face. A tear spilled down your cheek when you saw Harry's tired yet relieved face. The war was over, the dark lord dead. Harry was alive.

All was well.