Asiya, XVIII, Turkish Italian with a Croatian citizenship
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Hey love, I'm not too sure if this'll prompt you but I was reading and I found this and thought maybe you could make something out of it? - "All endings are also beginnings. We just don't know it at the time" I hope you feel better soon, feeling down is crap and so I'm sending all my love your way
Thank you so much my love, this means the world to me! xoxo
Harry sat in front of a collection of tombstones, one far too big for a group of people younger than twenty. His glasses lay on the dew stained grass, an attempt to blur the vision of grief that stood before him. Emerald eyes stare into the distance as the sun rises further in the sky, its pink tint becoming brighter and brighter.
“There you are.”
He hears a familiar voice, turning to his side to see Y/N taking a seat next to him on the damp grass, her arms wrapping around her knees as she stares ahead with him.
Somehow, the air becomes lighter, and even staring at the grey, sinister tombstones of his friends seems easier, even though Y/N doesn’t say a single word, simply looking ahead with him.
The sun had now risen fully into the bright blue sky of the spring day, its rays almost blinding the two figures sitting on the grass in the middle of the graveyard.
After hours of silence, Y/N speaks.
“This is just the beginning of another chapter, you know?” she whispers, her voice cracking from being quiet for so long, “It’s a tragic ending, painful, sad, awful, but it’s just another beginning.”
His eyes finally look away from the names engraved in gold, meeting hers. She notices the glimmer of tears in the corner of his eye, and her fingers intertwine with his as they turn back to staring absently into the distance.
An hour passes before the silence is broken again, this time by Harry himself.
“It’s going to be okay, right? It’s going to stop hurting?”
Her fingers tightened around his, and his grip tightened at the very same moment. Even though words were exchanged through the feeling of skin on skin, she spoke them, her voice almost overflowing with confidence.
Request:
Do couple challanges together with harry pls? thnks!!
47. Do couples’ challenges together
A/N: I didn’t know exactly how to approach this one, so I used a monthly challenge (this one) and chose day 14, because Valentine’s Day! Hope you like it anyway!
“You were such a cute baby,” Y/N’s eyes widen at the crawling baby giggling at her from the open album as a chuckle slips from her lips.
“Shut up,” Harry’s face darkens into a shade of red as he hurries to flip the page, sticking his tongue out at Y/N as she continues to laugh.
The page falls open and a picture of baby Harry being held by his parents, epitome of happiness and laughter, and she finds herself looking at her boyfriend’s widened eyes, seeing the emerald glow with unspilled teardrops. She wraps an arm around him and places a kiss on his cheek.
“They’d be very proud of you, you know,” she whispers and sees his mouth curve into a smile as he closes his album and reaches for hers, placed on the bedside table.
“Let’s see your embarrassing photos then,” he opens the book with a loud thud and she laughs at the first picture before placing a kiss on his lips and pointing to the figures surrounding her, naming each one as the sun sets behind them.
4. “You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”
5. “Well, this is where I live.“
6. “Oh my God! You’re in love with him/her!”
’‘Where’s the fire?” a familiar platinum haired boy steps in front of Y/N, causing her rushed steps to come to a halt.
“Step aside, friend, I have to hand in an assignment in the next,” she takes a peek at the silver watch on her left wrist, “seven minutes.”
“Don’t forget our study date,” her best friend gives her a stern look, broken by a quick chuckle before he steps aside, letting her pass. She sticks her tongue out at Draco before they walk in opposite directions, each to their own destination.
She reaches the transfiguration classroom in the nick of time, professor McGonagall giving her a stern look over the brim of her glasses.
“Just in time, Miss Y/LN,” she gives her a smile with a hint of pride, perhaps, as Y/N looks at her watch, noticing that the time had just run out and giving out a sigh of relief.
“I’m sorry I’m late professor,” the voice behind her prompts her to turn around swiftly, to face the late newcomer.
“Mr. Potter, why you think I would tolerate this lack of punctuality is beyond me,” another stern look appears on her face, this time directed at the dark haired boy behind her.
Y/N rolls her eyes at his presence, the rivalry between her best friend and the spectacled boy making her immediately vexed at his entrance.
Despite the strict look in the eyes peeking over the brims of aged glasses, the professor stretched out her hand, taking the messy parchment pieces and placing them on the table in front of her.
“But, professor, he was late,” an incomprehensible frustration takes over Y/N as she argues against the seemingly unfair decision of the wise woman behind the polished wood desk.
“Miss Y/L/N, it would do you best not to argue with me,” this time, her usual look becomes a glare, and the y/h/c haired girl nods, muttering a, “Thank you professor,” before walking out in a rush.
A frustrated groan escapes her lips as she exits the classroom, almost drowning out the sound of her name being called behind her. It takes the voice three tries to finally get her to turn around, facing the familiar green eyes.
“What’s your problem?” he’s surprisingly assertive, frowning at her as he questions her.
“What’s yours?” she responds childishly, an odd warmth spreading through her as she snaps back.
Suddenly, a look of realisation flashes across his face, as he nods, an irritating sense of knowing present in his expression.
“What?” she hisses.
“You’re friends with Malfoy,” he says calmly.
“And?”
“That would explain why you’re being so petty,” a small smirk appears on his face as he shakes his head: “You know, you’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked for mine.”
“Whatever, Potter,” she rolls her eyes before walking away, his words leaving her wondering at what his story might be.
The thought of an alternative to Draco’s terrible depiction of Harry gnaws at her for days, leaving her in a wandering daze for most of the time.
So, as soon as she caught a glimpse of the familiar spectacled boy in the library, she rushed over, determined to get these baffling thoughts out of her head.
“Alright, Potter, tell me your side of the story,” she whispers, her tone insistent and frustrated as the emerald eyes widen at her presence.
“I’m sorry, what?” he wonders at the stranger, as she repeats herself, slightly louder.
“Where’s this coming from?” the confusion on his face doesn’t fade.
“You said your story was different. I want to hear it so I can go back to disliking you without any doubts,” she explains matter-of-factly, clearly irked by the whole situation, and he can’t help but laugh heartily at her frustration, quickly silencing himself at the sight of the permanently angry librarian.
If anyone had asked the boy why he stood from his desk and spent hours walking around and talking to the best friend of the enemy that had put every effort into making his life miserable for the past 6 years, he couldn’t give an answer that would make sense. For some unfamiliar reason, he had a need to explain himself and make the poisonous thoughts in her mind slip away.
The sun had set by the time they reached the painting that concealed the entrance to the Gryffindor common room, and she snapped out of the daze that the dreamlike day had left her in.
“Why are we here?”
“Well, this is where I live,” his serious tone is followed by a laugh, as she frowns slightly.
“Right. I should get to the library, I’m meeting–”
“I know. Have fun,” he forces a smile as the thought of her spending hours with the icy eyed boy that made his skin crawl stings at his mind.
She smiles back, but her smile is genuine, something glistening in her eyes before she walks away, turning back around to see him enter and disappear from her sight. Sighing slightly, she continues to the library, rushing faster than the thoughts wreaking havoc in her head.
“Where’ve you been?” he hears Ron’s voice inquire, as his mind still sits under a tree by the black lake, laughing with her and feeling tingles run through his spine as she touches his hand, an accident she never bothered to correct, leaving their hands intertwined.
“Just… Out.” he responds, failing to meet his friend’s eye as he looks down at his dinner.
“You were with Y/N again, weren’t you?” accusation hides in Ron’s words as he gives Harry a knowing look.
“And?” Harry snaps back, his pale cheeks slowly turning red.
“Oh my god.” Ron groans, placing his head in his hands.
“What?” the dark haired boy’s heart starts beating rapidly for no apparent reason as he finally meets his best friend’s eyes and hears his words, heavy with truth, yet prompting denial.
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