Harry Potter Angst - Blog Posts

— tried to fight our energy. h.p

heavy inspired by ‘everytime’ by ariana grande.

angry!harry, mentions of yelling, NO SPECIFIED PRONOUNS ! harry & y/n are in love with each other but they don’t understand that

your face was straight. inside? you were fuming.

— well why didn’t you just tell me?!

— there was nothing to tell! - he exclaimed

— harry.. if there wasn’t anything to tell, you wouldn’t be so defensive. - you said, your voice shook with ire.

harry had been acting odd for the past week or so. you knew him and how he got so you decided to leave him be. you weren’t too concerned until he started sneaking off during classes.

— i don’t need to tell you every little thing, y/n.

that stung quite a bit.

— you think i don’t know that? don’t treat me like i’m stupid, harry. - your tone matching his.

you and harry weren’t a couple. you’d been friends since second year. there’d always been this sense of energy, though. you knew it, so did he. however, the two of you never dared to acknowledge it. why? the truth is, you weren’t sure.. neither was harry.

sure, you’d gotten into arguments with him before, but never this extreme. here you were, standing in his dorm. he was sitting on the bed and you were leaning on the wall. perhaps it had to do with you being older? you were in sixth year now.. you’d both been learning to use your voice. you didn’t know why it was such a big deal to you.. but it was.

— why didn’t you just tell me you were going out with romilda vane?! - you spat.

you despised that girl.

— i knew it’d turn out like this .. i knew you’d be upset. - harry rolled his eyes.

— listen, i’m not fond of it.. but i’m willing to tolerate it. - you said, barely louder than a whisper.

you felt tears begin to form. you hated yourself for that. you weren’t sure why. you loved harry, but you never thought of it that way. you looked at him with so much adoration in your eyes, and he returned that. you both cared about each other so much. never like that though.. right?

— i gotta go harry. — your voice broke slightly. i’ll see you in class.

you grabbed your bag and as you were about to walk out, harry grasped your arm.

— i’m sorry.

the boy stood above you now, his hair messy and his glasses foggy. you realized his eyes had glossed over.

— save it, harry. it’s fi-

— no.. y/n, it’s not! - he cut you off. i haven’t been .. completely honest with you.

— no shit. - you mumbled

harry wasn’t good at explaining things that didn’t have to do with voldemort or school. everyone knows he’s an awkward, nerdy boy. you know he was more than that. he was cocky at times, open too. but never this vulnerable. ever.

harry cleared his throat.

— y/n.. i have loved you since third year. i’ve tried to hide it from myself and i’ve tried to fight it off because i never wanted to screw anything up. but i can’t. it’s killing me. i never truly liked romilda. i did it to get your attention. — harry’s voice grew shaky. y/n.. plea-

you pulled him into a tight hug. you wanted to stay like that. forever. you never wanted to let him go. harry was crying into your shoulder now, he was so sorry for even keeping something so small from you. that jealousy you held.. you made him feel so terrible. you pulled away.

— harry. forgive me! please. i’m the one who needs to be apologizing. i was so frustrated. so.. jealous.. of something that was none of my business. harry, i love you so much and i’d never do anything to purposely harm you.

you were sobbing into your hands, harry engulfed you in a hug, just as comforting and just as tight as the one you had given him. he sat you on the bed, he made you look at him. he was .. smiling at you? he muttered a quiet, small “i forgive you” and so did you. you moved closer and closer to harry, slowly. your hands slid up to his jaw, his to either side of your face.. for a moment you looked into each other’s eyes, without a care in the world, you kissed each other like your lives depended on it.

you were never going to let that boy go, and you were never going to fight that energy again.

Love this soo muchhh

slytherin

draco x reader

words: 2.7k

warnings: fighting, slightly angsty, swearing, 

summary: you are harry’s younger sister, and got sorted into slytherin. (draco is a year older, based on canon timeline)

a/n: this is the longest one ive written so far! hope you like it :)

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You anxiously walk up to the sorting hat, gingerly sitting down on the stool. Scanning the room for your brother, you finally notice him sitting on the Gryffindor table, sending him a small smile. You heard all side conversations pause, everyone waiting in anticipation to see where Harry Potter’s little sister would get sorted. 

As you feel the hat settle on your head, you remember what your brother had told you, and immediately started repeating the word Gryffindor over and over. 

“Not gonna work this time” you heard the hat whisper. Before you could comprehend what it meant, you heard a loud voice bellow “SLYTHERIN!”

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the art of letting go; jp x sb x rl

pairing: james potter x sirius black x remus lupin

synopse:  James always wants to take care and love the others so much, that he sometimes forgets to do so with himself. thankfully, he has two amazing boyfriends to do so.

warnings: slight angst, panic attacks, self hate kinda, poly relationship, maybe peter redemption, hurt/comfort, i’m actually proud of this, too many italics

word count: 3.7k

a/n: long time no see :) literally love the idea of these three together. i’ve only read things where james is the one putting sirius and remus back together, so why not change that? also, if you don’t like, don’t read.

James always felt a necessity to care. To give. To love.

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Just A Bandaid, Neville Longbottom x Male Reader

Calm after the storm

A/N: For story purposes the reader is a healer. Requested by @jasperpasta I hope it's to your liking (^-^)/

Enjoy!

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The castle, along with everyone near it, were in ruins. Injured, dead, thoroughly traumatized and a mix of other things. Dumbledore's army won the war, but the aftermath was devastating. Everyone knew that, you included. There were still a large amount of people, students, more specifically that were unaccounted for. So, Madame Pomfrey gave you the task of searching the rubble of the castle for those people. You were a healer, or close enough to one anyway. Having trained under Madame Pomfrey throughout all your years as a student at Hogwarts got you where you were at now.

On your hip rested a tattered satchel, full with various other medical supplies and potions. So far, you hadn't found anyone. But that didn't make any of your searching less thorough. Thankfully, your wand hadn't sustained any damage during the battle. Others weren't so lucky. Amongst one of the larger staircases ahead, you could vaguely make out the silhouette of a single person sitting on them. Judging by the size, they were either an adult or older student. A sharp ache formed around your heart. Some were injured rather gruesomely. You only hoped whoever that was, wasn't.

Picking up pace, you jogged over to the stairs. You would have ran, but that would put the contents of your satchel in liberty of breaking. You couldn't risk that by any means. Upon closer contact, you realized it was Neville Longbottom. The sword of Gryffindor was laid a few steps below him. He didn't look to be in horrible condition, but you knew better. The heavy limp he carried when he gave Voldemort a threat was clear as day. You had seen that for yourself. He heard your footsteps and looked down at you. His face morphed into an unreadable expression. "Y/N." He said in an exhale. You yourself weren't in great condition. A few noticeable injuries here and there, but they were of course minor enough for you to function.

"Neville," You dart up the stairs, quickly sitting beside him. "Which leg is it?" His brow furrowed lightly, watching as you started to rifle through the satchel. "Uhm.. The right one" He responded tonelessly. "Where? Knee, ankle, all of it?" The way you spoke alarmed him slightly. Not sharp, but a far cry from gentle. "Well?" You persisted, holding a little cup in one hand and a bottle of 'Bone-Insta-Fix' in the other. "Y/N?" He sounded worried. "What?" His face fell a little at the way you snapped at him. "Are you alright? You're acting.. Funny" You sighed, your shoulders slouching.

"I'm.. sorry. I'm frazzled, I guess. Seen too many dead people to be anywhere near okay. Can I see your leg, please?" He softened in understanding. "It's my ankle" His voice came out more like a murmur as he rolled up his pant leg. You set down the things you held and gave him a gently examination. He winced lightly when you touched the swollen and red flesh. You frowned. "Can you move it?" He shook his head. A trembling exhale left your lips. "It's broken," You took the potion and poured a good gulp or two with into it. "This is gonna taste horrible, but it'll fix you quicker than you can blink" The way you worded that worried him. Nonetheless, he took the cup. He downed it all at once, his face contorting his disgust thereafter. He smacked his lips, handing the cup back to you.

Your gaze is expectant. Suddenly he lets out a small cry, grasping his ankle instantly. A breath you didn't know you were holding came out. That reaction mean it worked. The potion healed, yes, but more accurately it snapped the bones back into place and/or together instantly. It was painful. "Better..?" He nodded, still holding his ankle. "Yeah, yeah. That was.. quick." You put your things back into your satchel. "Should've been. Anything else? Other than the obvious I mean" He paused, slowly letting go of his ankle and sitting back up. In all honestly, everything hurt. Even if just a little. But he couldn't just say that, you needed specifics to really help him.

"Not really. I think. My whole body aches, really. But the cuts on my face are the worst I'd say" You give a small hum, still rifling through the contents of the satchel. "Well, if it's nothing serious then I can't use anything magical on you. On account of other people need it more, y'know?" He was silent for a moment. The air of the situation the two of you were in suddenly weighed back down on him. "I understand" You could feel tears welling in your eyes. Out of frustration and other emotions you couldn't fully place. "It sucks. I wish- I wish it didn't have to be like that. That we had the stuff to make it all happen instantly for everyone. Healing longterm is more painful. That's why we have this stuff, so people don't have to" His heart felt heavier as he listened to your rant.

If your deep rooted care for him hadn't shown before it certainly did now. Not only that but for everyone else. It made him feel better, mentally. He closed his eyes as you carefully cleaned his face up for him. It was dirty, obviously. Caked with dry blood and grime from the destroyed castle. A small wince or other small pained noise left him here and there as you disinfected his cuts. That made you feel a little worse, but at least it meant you were doing this the right way. His brow furrowed as he heard the crinkle off a what sounded like a plastic wrapper. Though, his eyes remained shut. "What's that?" You gently stuck the appendage to a small gash on his forehead.

"Just a bandaid"