Loyal: a Harry Potter x Reader adventure

Y/N was having the strangest dream. She had been dancing with Harry around the astronomy tower, until suddenly a Gryffindor girl with brown hair arrived and had shoved her out of the way. Y/N had taken a step back to catch herself but had fallen over the edge. After falling for what felt like forever she landed softly on a pile of something, to her horror the pile turned out to be snakes. She tried to stand but couldn't move her limbs at all, one of the snakes slithered toward her neck and..

Y/N was aware of waking up. Her eyes were still closed tightly, and she didn't think she'd be able to move even if she'd wanted to. Her whole body felt as though it had fire coursing through its veins with her throat aching most of all. She heard several voices speaking softly but harshly. "..just don't understand why you're here.."

Who was that talking? Why did they sound so far away, she felt as though she was listening in from the end of a long hallway.

"..k you Potter, didn't realize I had to ask your permission to check on my cousin who's almost died.."

"Mr. Malfoy, watch your language please!"

She recognized the last voice as McGonagall's. With quite possibly the most exertion she'd ever displayed in her life, Y/N slowly opened her eyes. "Whs gon nn?" She mumbled.

"Y/N!" A voice said, and she saw the fuzzy outline of Harry come into her eyesight. He looked down at her with so much relief that Y/N instantly felt a bit better. "You're awake! Are you alright, do you feel ok, let Madam Pomfrey know what's wrong so-" "Harry!" She heard Hannah's voice interrupt "Give her a moment!" She silently thanked Hannah, her head was beginning to pound, and although she was glad for his concern Harry practically shouting into her face wasn't helping.

She closed her eyes and opened them again, her vision much clearer. She was able to make out several figures huddled around her bedside. "Who knew I was so popular." She joked, which earned a chuckle from Dumbledore and a sigh of relief from Draco.

Pomfrey bustled over and handed Y/N a tonic of some sort, she drank it and the pounding in her head decreased slightly. "Wasn't I just taking care of you this morning dear?" She asked while helping Y/N prop herself up slightly with her pillows.

"I just enjoyed my stay so much I thought I'd come back." Y/N managed a half hearted attempt at a joke. She knew she was fading quickly and wasn't sure how much longer she'd be able to stay awake, so she quickly asked, "Can someone tell me what happened?" Dumbledore was the one to answer her saying, "It seems, in your celebration with Horace, you managed to drink some poisoned Meade." Y/N looked at McGonagall and then back to Dumbledore. "But why did he have poisoned Meade?" She asked confused. "And why did he give it to me and Harry?" This time McGonagall answered her question, "He didn't know it was, he said someone gave it to him to give to Dumbledore, but he can't remember who.." Dumbledore added, "It seems as though twice now Ms. Tonks you have been put in danger due to attempts to harm me, I offer my sincerest apologies." Y/N thought she saw his eyes flicker to Draco, if only for a second, she could have easily imagined it. "Is no woris" she said, only after saying it did she realize how very tired she suddenly felt. She looked at Draco who was watching her intently. His skin seemed almost ghostlike, and he wouldn't meet her eyes but instead was staring at her forehead.

Madam Pomfrey hurried over and lowered her pillows back down, shooing everyone away. Thankfully she allowed Harry to stay, and he sat down in the chair by her bed and took her hand.

"I'm sorry for today." He said solemnly. Y/N opened her mouth to reply, not that she was sure she'd be able to, but Harry shushed her before she could. "It's my fault you had the love potion, and I was the one who took you to Slughorn, I feel terrible about it all." He absentmindedly traced his finger over the back of her hand. "If something happened to you because of me I'd.." Y/N felt her eyes closing, she fought as hard as she could to keep them open so she could focus on Harry, but he just kissed her forehead and settled back into the chair. The last thing she saw before she fell asleep was Harry, and as she drifted off she gripped his hand tightly in hers.