The aftermath of sacrificing yourself to help Harry..
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Harry hits the ground with your body in his arms. His grip on you doesn't loosen even a little. The cheers of your fellow students slowly die down.
Suddenly, a girl screams, deafeningly loud. Celebrations turn to whispered voices of worry, confusion, and shock.
"What's going on?"
"A student has died."
"What happened?"
"Is that- is that Y/N?"
Dumbledore rushes over to Harry's side. He attempts to pull him away from your still-warm skinned body.
"No! No!" Harry screams, refusing to let go.
Dumbledore stops trying and, instead, kneels by Harry's side.
"S/he asked me to bring her/his body back! I couldn't leave her/him. Not there. S-S/he died for me. If it wasn't for Y/N, I-"
Dumbledore strokes a hand over Harry's hair, attempting to soothe his pain. "It's alright, Harry. I understand. S/he's home. You both are."
"Y/N.." Harry continues to cry as friends and teachers gather around the harrowing scene.
Dumbledore gently closes your eyes, one hand still resting on your shoulder afterward. And several minutes later, Harry is finally coaxed away from your lifeless form. But not before he kisses your cheek, whispering, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Th-thank you. I'll never forget."
