I don't own Harry Potter
I tried keeping my eyes open everything was a blur i felt my eyes getting heavy as I heard voices around me. I could make out the night sky above me and the image of a girl crying above me.
"Please stay awake a little longer the medics are on the way," she said sobbing
Those are the last things I remember before everything went black.
I woke up startled at the noise near me I felt something warm and soft and snuggled into it. I felt safe and wanted to sleep snuggling in the soft, warm embrace.
Alas, that was not to be as I was separated from the warm embrace I looked up at the person who separated me from the warm, soft pillow and froze.
I was looking into the face of famous prongs James Charles Potter.