#(this is v close to my heart aaa i've been having a harry potter marathon recently and this is set during the great battle in book 7)

[exo-soft]

🎇  hp au 2/9  🎇 Jongdae  🎇

Everything around you was moving too fast. Your wand was raised and you were screaming spells one after the other, the years of training making it a reflex to have your strongest ones at the tip of your tongue. You didn’t know how long the battle had been raging on, and how long it would be before it would end, for better or for worse. Around you, you could see Jongin, a Gryffindor, doing his best against a relentless death eater, and Mina, a Ravenclaw, who was known for being talented at charms, trying to trick her opponent, another death eater. 

You stupefied the death eater that you were against, giving you a moment to breathe when you saw a dementor descend upon Jongin, approaching him from behind, ready to catch him unaware. You didn’t think twice before raising your wand.

“Expecto patronum.” You said, trying to think of your happiest memory - the day you and Jongdae had spent at Hogsmeade, together with the other members of Dumbledore’s Army. Despite being a Slytherin, you had finally felt like you belonged somewhere. Your patronus, a doe, flew into the air, the dementor moving back as if it had been burned.

“Diffindo!” You felt someone push you sideways from the spot you were standing in, hearing the death eater you had previously been fighting fall as a large wound opened up on his chest. At the sudden impact, your wand scattered out of your hand as you fell on to the ground. You could feel the pain in your knees. You hear someone say accio before a pair of hands are around you and someone pulls you up to your feet again, putting your wand back in your hand.

“Listen, I’ve had something that I’ve wanted to tell you for years now, y/n.“ You were looking into Jongdae’s eyes as he spoke hurriedly, before pressing a soft kiss onto your forehead. “After this is all over, if you know - “ he stopped himself, raising his wand at something behind you and shouting reducto, before continuing, “ if we make it, I - I’ll be waiting for you at the great hall.” 

As he finished, there was a loud explosion overhead and Jongdae took a deep breath, looking away from you. 

“I have to go. You better make it.” His eyes held a promise, before he let go of you and ran up the staircase. You raised your wand again, ready for a fight, as you watched him leave, his wand in one hand and the sword of Gryffindor in the other. You couldn’t help but think that his last words were directed at himself as much as they were to you.