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Hi! Could I request a female Hufflepuff reader x Harry Potter fic based around the song Travelin Soilder by the Dixie Chicks? :D

Travelin' Soldier

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader (hufflepuff) Genre: romantic wartime drama with elements of angst and hurt/comfort. word count: 1287 CONTROL CENTRE - where you can find everything about my blog including masterlists

The corridors of Hogwarts had never felt so empty before.

I followed them silently, with a Hufflepuff scarf wrapped tightly around my neck - even if it did little to nothing to the coldness of the corridors.

The war has taken so many even in the safest place in the wizarding world. The halls that were once full of children and professers are now haunted by the past.

During times like these I always thought of of him.. of Harry.

My fingers instinctively went to the folded letter in my pocket, it's the last letter hes sent me - we have been writing eachother ever since he left at the beggining of the year, its been almost six months since i last saw him; six months since the war took him from me.

These letters are like my lifeline, it's the only little piece i have of him nowadays..

My dearest, Y/N, I wish I could tell you everything, but I can't - You know i can't. Just know that I'm safe now, I'm with Ron and Hermione and we're making good progress. We are slow but we're getting there. I think about you so much, so incredibly much. Everything is on me but when things get bad and i feel like i cant go on, I think about being with you at the greenhouses - the way your smile was so beautiful when you said you liked the quiet too. I miss that - I miss you. Please stay safe Y/N. - Yours forever, Harry

As i folded the letter and put it to my chest i closed my eyes and imagined his face - I could see him so clearly; his messy hair that always fell into his beutiful green eyes, the way his glasses looked, the way he would smile softly at me..

it feels like a lifetime ago when we first met properly - the evening in the Great Hall; Harry looked so tired and anxious. He asked me to sit with him and i didnt hesitate.

i wasnt like everyone else i saw him as Harry, as a person, not like "The Chosen One"

It had started out slow. Small conversations here and there, sitting in the library or on the edge of the Quidditch pitch when I needed a break from the chaos of school life. I learned that he liked quiet, the same way that I did. That sometimes everything was suffocating, and sitting with me helped him breathe.

I didn't expect it to grow into anything more than a good friendship but it did. By the time the war had come knocking at Hogwarts’ doors, I finally realized how much he meant to me, how much I cared for him. But before either of us could do anything about that fact he had to leave leaving behind only letters and hope.

A few months earlier...

“Do you have to go?”

It had been a stupid question, but I just couldn’t help myself. I was standing with Harry in the shadows of the garden by the greenhouses, away from the prying eyes of everybody else. He pulled me there just before he had to leave.

“I do,” he said softly, his hand brushing my cheek. “You know I do.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, trying to keep the tears from falling. “I know. I just… I don’t want you to.”

His eyes softened, and he leaned his forehead against mine, his breath warm against my skin. “I don’t want to leave you either, Y/N.”

We stayed like that for a long moment, the world around us falling away. The war, the fear, the uncertainty—all of it disappeared when he was close like this. But reality always had a way of crashing back in.

“I’ll write to you,” he promised, pulling back just enough to look me in the eyes. “I’ll find a way.”

“I’ll wait,” I whispered “Just… come back to me, Harry. Please.”

He pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering there for a heartbeat before stepping back. “I will.”

And with that, he was gone.

Back in the present...

The days at Hogwarts were long without him.

i threw myself into studying but the war was all i could really think about. The news that filtered in from the outside was rarely good, and every time I heard of another attack, my heart ached thinking something happened. Was Harry there? Was he hurt? Would I ever see him again?

I reread his letters, they were few and far apart but it was still something i could cling on to, they were a reminder he was still out there fighting. I couldn’t help but feel helpless, stuck at Hogwarts while he was out risking his life. But there was nothing I could really do, except wait and hope for the best.

The final letter…

I didn’t know it at the time, but the last letter Harry sent me would be the last one I’d receive before everything changed.

It arrived in the middle of the night, delivered by a small, tired-looking owl. I rushed to open it, my heart pounding in my chest as I unfolded it.

my dearest, Y/N, This might be the last letter I can send for a while. Things are getting more dangerous, and I don’t want to put you in any more risk than you already are. I wish I could tell you everything, but it’s not safe. Just know that we’re getting closer. I can feel it. It won’t be much longer now. I think about you all the time. When this is over… when Voldemort is gone… I want to see you again. I want to sit with you by the greenhouses and talk about everything that doesn’t matter. I want to just be Harry, with you. Stay safe. I’ll come back to you. Yours forever, Harry.

Tears blurred my vision as I read the letter. My heart ached at the heavy words on the parchment. I didn’t know when I would hear from him again. Or if I ever would..

The Battle of Hogwarts...

The night of the battle came without warning.

Hogwarts was under siege, the castle shaking as Death Eaters and their allies stormed the grounds. I joined the fight, my wand clenched tightly in my hand as I fought alongside my friends and professors.

In the chaos, I barely had time to think. But then I saw him.

Harry.

He was alive, but barely. His face was pale, his eyes dull with exhaustion and pain, but he was fighting, just as he always had. My heart soared at the sight of him, but there was no time for relief. The battle raged on, and we fought with everything we had.

It wasn’t until the end, after Voldemort had fallen, that I finally found him again. He was standing in the middle of the rubble, staring at the broken remains of the castle, his expression unreadable.

I approached him slowly, my heart in up in my throat.

“Harry?”

He turned at the sound of my voice, and when his eyes met mine, the weight of everything he had been through hit me all at once. Without thinking, I rushed to him, wrapping my arms around him in an embrace.

He held me just as tightly, burying his face in my hair.

“I came back,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “I told you I would.”

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks.

“You did,” i said softly, my voice breaking. “You did.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, i allowed myself to believe that everything might just be okay.

A/N : im so sorry this took so long i had so much on my plate this week but i hope you like it 😭 I HAVE FUCKIN CARPEL TUNNEL HELP HOW DO I GET RID OF IT LOL?

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