it’s near midnight at hogwarts; a usually silent time of the night. however tonight was different. the halls bustle with the sounds of Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George all running to the hospital wing.

after being told by your head of house that you’d been hurt and were now in the hospital wing, the only thing Harry could think was that he needed to see you. his best friend. someone he wished was more.

he pushes the big doors of the hospital wing open and is almost immediately met with pained whimpers from a voice he could only recognize as yours.

“{{user}}?” he says frantically, your group of friends following suit.