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The strange girl in Hogsmeade… Harry Potter x Reader Oneshot
A/N: another imagine for our dork harry cos I be doing him injustice by not writing any Harry content
The village of Hogsmeade was full of the merry tinkling chatter as students walked around, purchasing items they desired.
One particularly disgruntled boy was now making his way out of the Honeydukes cellar, wrapped inside his invisibility cloak.
Upon going out and near the Shrieking Shack, he was greeted by a rather strange sight.
It was you.
You were sitting on a bench covered in snow, immersed in a book you were holding.
That was not the strange sight, however.
It was the figure towering over you, trying to get your attention.
‘L/N.’ Malfoy snapped.
You looked up. ‘Yes?’
He snatched your book.
‘What is this muggle nonsense?’ he asked mockingly. ‘The pictures aren’t even moving. This is exactly why you don’t have friends, L/N.’
Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly.
‘Please…’ you whispered. ‘Please give it back.’
‘Why should I?’ Malfoy grinned evilly before snatching it out of your reach.
‘Stop, please, you’ll tear it!’ you said frantically.
‘Stop please you’ll tear it!’ Malfoy mocked. ‘Proof L/N, that this is riffraff. What’s the use of a book if it doesn’t have a good charm on it?’
‘Can you please give it back…’ your voice sank to a small whisper.
‘Like I wou-’ Malfoy was cut off by a snowball hitting him in the jaw.
Two more snowballs hit his goons.
Soon enough, Malfoy was being dragged by his feet and spun round and round whilst your book toppled out of his reach.
‘BLOODY PLACE IS HAUNTED!’ screamed Malfoy. ‘I KNEW IT, MOVE!’
He shoved Goyle out of the way before running off as the two followed suit.
You stood there, unsure of what to do.
‘Um, h-hello?’ you spoke tentatively.
Your book soared into the air and was thrust into your hand.
‘Merlin’s pants.’ You muttered. ‘Are you really a ghost?’
No response.
You felt a hand on your shoulder.
‘AAARGH!’ you squealed, covering yourself.
‘Hey, hey, I’m sorry!’ a voice spoke as Harry Potter appeared in front of you out of thin air.
‘How did you-?’ you asked. ‘You can’t Apparate, can you?’
‘No, I’ve got an invisibility cloak.’ He nonchalantly answered.
You narrowly looked at him.
‘Why?’ you asked finally.
‘Huh?’
‘Why?’ you repeated. ‘Why did you help me?’
Harry flushed. ‘Well Malfoy was being a prat, and I thought….’
You giggled slightly. ‘Thanks, by the way. I’m Y/N. Y/N L/N.’
I know.
‘Hi, I’m Harry Potter.’ He smiled.
‘That I know.’ You giggled, causing him to laugh.
———–
Needless to say, you and Harry became quite good friends.
He couldn’t understand how he’d never approached you before, watching you casually from one side of the Gryffindor table.
The golden trio had become more of a golden quartet as well.
Here you were, eating dinner in your Fourth Year, sitting beside your new and only friends.
‘What’s this?’ Ron excitedly asked, pointing to a dish.
‘Good evening to you too, Ronald.’ You said.
‘Ron.’ He corrected.
‘Ronald.’ You repeated. ‘And it’s Bouillabaisse, by the way.’
‘Bless you.’ Ron muttered.
‘Excuse moi, but are you done with ze Bouillabaisse?’ a very pretty blonde girl asked.
Ron was gawking at her with wide eyes.
You scoffed. ‘Merlin’s arse. Uhm, yes, you can take it.’
‘Merci.’ She spoke before swishing away.
‘She-is-GONE!’ you slapped Ron’s head from behind. ‘Merlin’s sake, Ronald, you’re staring like a lunatic!’
‘Sorry.’ Ron muttered breathlessly, still staring at the girl.
You rolled your eyes and turned to Harry.
‘Control your friend.’ You whispered. ‘He’s gawking.’
‘Don’t blame him.’ Harry cheekily muttered, causing you to slap his arm.
‘She’s a Veela!’ Ron declared beside you.
‘Are you mad?’ you asked. ‘She’s not a Veela!’
‘She is!’ Ron indignantly said. ‘Tell me why I can’t stop staring at her, then?’
‘Because you’re Ronald Weasley.’ You simply answered, eating your pudding.
When everybody had finished their food, the lights in the Hall dimmed as the only source of light remained the Goblet of Fire.
‘When I call your names, you will proceed to the room preceding the Hall.’ Dumbledore spoke.
The flames of the Goblet glowed red as a piece of parchment shot out.
‘The Durmstrang champion.’ Dumbledore began. ‘Is Viktor Krum!���
The Hall roared.
Another parchment shot out.
‘The Beauxbatons champion.’ He continued. ‘Is Fleur Delacour.’
More applause.
Yet another name shot out.
‘The Hogwarts champion.’ He said. ‘Is Cedric Diggory!’
Deafening cheers.
As the champions made their way out, the Goblet started acting all funny.
It glowed red again.
Another piece of parchment shot out of it.
Instinctively, Dumbledore caught it.
He muttered incoherently.
Dumbledore cleared his throat. ‘Harry Potter!’
——————
This was not happening. You thought. No, he’s alive. No, he’s not dead. It’s not possible.
Yet there lay Cedric Diggory. Still and unmoving and alarmingly rigid.
‘Is he really… dead?’ you asked Hermione in a whisper.
Hermione nodded her head tearfully.
——————-
So that was how it was.
Voldemort was back, and nobody was ready to believe this.
The Ministry’s arrogant arses were inflicting disbelief and ignorance on the wizards of the world.
Fuck this.
Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything.
Fuck Umbridge.
What had started out as you defending your former DADA professor from Umbridge’s stupid prejudice against werewolves had now turned to your hand bleeding every evening with the message clearly etched into your skin.
I must not defend monsters
You had luckily managed to keep this a secret from your friends, that was until you umped into Harry when you were returning from your detention.
You both collided and you hissed out in pain as your hand made contact with his sweater.
‘Y/N? Are you okay? What’s wrong?’ Harry frowned.
‘I-I’m f-fine.’ You muttered.
‘Yeah, I’m believing that.’ Harry rolled his eyes. ‘Give me your hand.’
‘What?’
‘Hand, Y/N, your hand.’ He repeated.
Unable to refuse, you turned your palm over onto his.
Harry stared at it for a while.
A whirlwind of emotions flickered over his face and you couldn’t make anything out.
‘Try Murtlap essence.’ He finally spoke. ‘Hermione might have some.’
‘Thanks, Harry.’
—————-
Life was screwed.
You were screwed.
All of you were screwed.
Dumbledore was dead.
There was no changing it, it wasn’t possible.
It had been done, and Severus Snape himself had done it.
You had been searching for Horcruxes without much luck, that was until you got captured and dragged off to Malfoy Manor where Bellatrix Lestrange had scratched the word liar into your arm.
After you made your narrow escape and helped Harry bury Dobby, you were at it again.
Stupid horcruxes.
Eventually you did find them all.
The problem was, a whole-ass war had broken out at Hogwarts.
You were helping everybody you could, but then everything grew silent as everyone made their way out to the grounds.
You distinctly made out Hagrid carrying a body.
No. who is that?
‘Harry Potter.’ Voldemort began. ‘Is dead!’
Your hand flew to your mouth as you began sobbing.
Everything grew blurred, and all you saw was Neville walking up to him and saying something you couldn’t understand.
Harry couldn’t be dead… no, he couldn’t!
Feeling numb with grief, you sank to your knees.
Which was exactly when the boy you thought dead decided to jump out of Hagrid’s arms, very much alive.
You were dragged inside by Hermione despite your protests and were forced to watch them have a go at each other.
It was done.
Voldemort crumbled into thin air, as Harry panted in relief.
Not caring about the circumstances, you ran over to him and smashed your lips on his without thinking.
He reciprocated your actions as you melted into each other’s touch.
One thing was for sure.
You weren’t just the strange girl Harry had scared in Hogsmeade in his third year.
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