harry potter imagines ✔️

21 --- not real ( f. weasley )

hey, this is kinda sad.
word count: 238
warning: nothing, just sadness ?

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          You covered a hand over your mouth as you read a page in the book on your lap. Tears were streaming down you face as you read the page again, to make sure you read it right. A sob escaped your lips when you realized that it really happened. One of your favorite characters from your favorite book series had just died, leaving you crying like a baby.

          Soft steps echoed in the hall and a boy your age popped his head into the room. The tears fell from your cheeks steadily when the ginger haired boy took a step towards you.

          "(y/n), are you alright?" The concern in his voice made you cry even more.

          You tried to take a breath and speak. "Just stay — stay away."

          The boy scrunched his nose. "What's wrong, love?"

          "I said leave me alone!" Your voice was louder and angrier now.

          "But why?" The boy came closer still, causing you to flinch. His words hurt so much and you couldn't take it. You flung the book — the Deathly Hallows — that was in your hand at him. He lifted his arms to cover his face but the book never hit him. Instead, it passed right through him and make a thud as it hit the floor. The boy disappeared, and he would be gone forever.

          "Because you aren't real."