harry potter oneshots

Harry- Room 415 | 1

hi! i hope you guys are doing well and keeping safe:)) i know i said i'd write about more characters (dean, neville, the twins; basically any other character other than draco or harry) but, this one felt like it'd fit harry more i'm sorry :(

TRIGGER WARNINGS — mentions of depression, insomnia and suicide.

NOTE — this is kind of a different type of one-shot, the setting isn't in Hogwarts and Harry is a muggle :) the information stated in this story may not be the most accurate, please feel free to correct me!

SONG — Paper Hearts; Tori Kelly

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Y/N'S POV:

RUNNING THROUGH THE tiny halls of this bloody building had always given me this sense of freedom I've never felt before. The feeling of wind blowing in my hair (despite not being fresh air), caused my lips to curl up in a wide grin. Being cooped up in the tiny room suffocated me to no end, so wandering these halls was like a blessing to me.

"You'll be staying in room 402, Mr. Potter." Ella, the receptionist's, voice rung through the empty halls. Halting my movements; room 402?

"I may need some help getting there—" A scrawny looking boy stood nervously, his bags splayed out near his feet. Round glasses adorned his face, framing a pair of emerald green eyes.

"Oh don't worry dear. I'll help you find your way 'round." Ella chirped, typing a few more things onto his file; most likely.

We rarely ever got new logs, and when we did, we were told to strictly stay away. Or at least, I was told that. I was logged in for my growing depression and anxiety, and my panic attacks made them look at me as if I were mental.

And maybe I was.

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"Hey, er— Excuse me?" A timid voice sounded from behind me, the bounce in my step stopping immediately. Startling emerald eyes met mine, startling me slightly.

"Uh..." My eyes darted everywhere but the boy in front of me. I was always told to stay away from new logs, but they'd never approached me first.

"Sorry. Do you uh— mind showing me where the cafeteria is?" His cheeks flamed, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. I smiled slightly, he's cute.

"Oh, sure! C'mon. I'll show you the way." Ella had probably forgotten to show him around. Ella was quite new to the ropes, but I knew she'd come 'round eventually.

"So, what're you in for?" Starting the conversation felt odd, I rarely had anyone to converse with here.

"Uhm..." He bit his lip, his eyes casting downward. My eyes widened slightly, forgetting how insensitive that could've come out as.

"Oh! Sorry. It's alright if you don't want to tell me. Completely fine." I rambled, shoving my hands in the pockets of my jumper. "I'm Y/n." Smiling, I brought out one hand, motioning him to shake mine.

"I'm Harry." His hand felt warm, contradicting my cold skin. I bit my tongue, not really knowing how to converse at this point.

"I'm an insomniac." His quiet whisper surprised me, I hadn't expected him to actually tell me. He turned away, embarrassed.

"Oh! Thank you for telling me. You don't need to be embarrassed." I smiled softly, his surprised gaze shifted to me. I grinned, nodding towards the doors a few feet away from us.

"Well, that's your stop." Feeling slightly awkward, I brushed some of my loose hair behind my ear. "Go find Ella to give you a proper tour, it shouldn't take too long."