american boy - estelle ft kanye west✦°

°✦'and you thought he was cute before, look at this pea coat, tell me he's broke'

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Y/N WOKE, WITHOUT HARRY NEXT TO HER, though he was just getting ready, pulling his shirt over his head. ron banged his way into the room, pulling a sweatshirt on top of his t shirt, looking irritable.

"the sooner we get on the train the better." he said. "you two won't be able to sleep in the same bed and i can get away from percy at hogwarts. now he's accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of penelope clearwater. you know," ron grimaced, "his girlfriend. she's hidden her face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy."

y/n and harry exchanged looks because the two of them knew damn well that they sleep in the same bed all the time.

"don't be jealous, ron, mione might want to sleep in the same bed as you at some point." y/n said tiredly. ron flushed red.

"i've got to tell you something," harry began, but they were interrupted by fred and george, who had looked in to congratulate ron on infuriating percy again. george wiggled his eyebrows at y/n suggestively, causing her to roll her eyes.

they headed down to breakfast after getting ready, mr weasley was reading the daily prophet and mrs weasley was telling hermione and ginny about a love potion she'd made as a young girl. y/n decided to join them because what would she do if she had to talk to mr weasley, as sweet a man he was. what can you say to him, honestly. that rubber ducks are cool?

"and i slipped it into his drink when he wasn't looking." mrs weasley said.

"that is completely wild mrs weasley." y/n says laughing. "i should take a page out of your book sometime."

"oh you wont ever need to y/n, with your gorgeous face." she replied with a smile.

"yeah and you're so nice too!" said ginny, hermione nodding along vigourously.

"you sweet, beautiful human beings." she said, faking a shy look, making them laugh.

they all started heaving their trunks down the stairs of the leaky cauldron and piled them up at the door. a small wickerwork basket stood beside the heap of trunks, spitting loudly.

"it's alright crookshanks," hermione cooed through the wickerwork. "i'll let you out on the train."

"you won't," snapped ron. "what about poor scabbers, eh?"

"both of you better shut the fuck up before i throw you both out the window, and then murder both of your pets." y/n grumbled.

mr weasley, who had been waiting for the ministry cars, stuck his head inside, to let them know the cars were here and ready, beckoning harry to go along to the car. special treatment for the chosen one hm. we reached the station with about twenty minutes to spare.

"right then," said mr weasley. "let's do this in pairs, because there's so many of us." harry moved closer to y/n, subconsciously, wrapping his arm round her shoulder. she looked up at him and smiled, him smiling back. "i'll go through first with harry." his smile dropped, sighing and he nodded, stepping forward. y/n went by herself next, so she could let mione have ron. im such a good friend she thought

y/n enjoyed school, it filled any emptiness she had ever felt. the candlelit hallways at night, eating brownies with harry in the kitchens at two in the morning, it all felt so present to her. being on the hogwarts express was a gift, really. though to some, it may feel like routine or a chore but it was part of the journey.

y/n almost bumped into harry as she came through the barrier, but he quickly steadied her with his hand on her arm. she muttered a thanks but percy and ginny had appeared behind them.

"ah, there's penelope!" said percy, smoothing his hair and going pink again. y/n caught harry's eye and they both turned away to hide their laughter as percy strode over to a girl with long curly, with his chest thrown out so she couldn't miss his shiny badge.

once the remaining weasleys and hermione had joined them, harry and mr weasley led the way to the end of the train to an empty carriage. they loaded their trunks onto it and crookshanks and hedwig onto the luggage rack. y/n didn't have a pet but there was a random stray cat that liked her so why not right? saves money and she already loves her.

mrs weasley kissed all her children goodbye, then hermione, then y/n. she kissed her head and gave y/n a hug, smiling sweetly before moving on to harry.

"do take care, won't you harry?" she said as she straightened up, her eyes oddly bright. she opened her enormous handbag and said, "i've made you all sandwiches. here you are ron ... no, they're not corned beef ... fred? wheres fred? here you are dear ..."

"harry," said mr weasley quietly but y/n could hear him so. "come over here a moment."

harry looked at me.

"go on harold." y/n blew him a kiss. he smiled and turned around following mr weasley.

hermione looked at y/n from across the group, smirking. ugh. y/n shook her head, he was just her friend, when would hermit get it! a hot one but still.

"so, y/n, " started fred from her right. "what do you think about pranking filch on the second day of term?"

"i think that's the perfect plan freddie." y/n smirked. they all filed onto the train.

y/n could hear mrs weasley calling for harry to get on the train as she led them onto the train. the whistle sounded of the train, indicating it was about to leave. guards were walking along the train, slamming all the doors shut. ugh, slow ass boy.

finally, harry ran to the compartment door and ron threw it open, standing back to let him on. they leant out the window to wave at mr and mrs weasley until the train turned the corner and blocked them from view.

"i need to talk to you in private," harry muttered to the three as the train picked up speed.

"go away ginny." said ron.

"oh, thats nice." said ginny huffily, leaving.

they set off down the corridor to find an empty compartment. most were already full because harry was so slow though. there was one in the end, free except for a man sitting fast asleep next to the window.

remus lupin.

"who d'you reckon he is?" ron hissed as the quartet sat down and slid the door shut, taking the seats furthest away from the window. y/n leant her head against the wall, facing the window and harry, propping her legs up on his lap.

"professor r.j. lupin." whispered hermione at once.

"how'd you know that?"

"it's on his case." replied hermione.

"he's mum's friend." y/n says, closing her eyes. harry's tracing of circles on her leg paused for a second before resuming.

"wonder what he teaches?" said ron.

"defence against the dark arts, stupid, which other subject has a vacancy." y/n says, eyes still shut. there are rumors that the job is jinxed.

"well, i hope he's up to it," said ron doubtfully. "he looks like one good hex would finish him off, doesn't he." that man has taught y/n a lot! "what were you going to tell us?"

harry explains everything from last night and when he'd finished, hermione was the first to speak up, "sirius black escaped to come after you? oh, harry... you'll have to be really, really careful. don't go looking for trouble, harry."

"i don't go looking for trouble," said harry, nettled. "trouble usually finds me."

"that was a weird thing to say." y/n says blankly. in response, harry shoves her feet to the floor. "rat."

hermione and ron were taking the news worse than expected. they were way more scared than y/n and harry, which was weird because the two literally faced voldemort a few months ago. who y/n thought was very hot as tom riddle.

"no one knows how he got out of azkaban," said ron uncomfortably. "no ones ever done it before. and he was a top security prisoner too."

"but they'll catch him won't they?" said hermione earnestly. "i mean, they've got all the muggles looking out for him too..."

"whats that noise?" asked y/n suddenly, propping up her legs on harry's lap again. he rested his hands on her bare calves, rubbing them.

a faint, tinny sort of whistle was coming from somewhere. the four looked around the whole compartment.

"it's coming from your trunk, harry." said ron, standing up and reaching into the luggage rack, pulling out a pocket sneakoscope. it was spinning very fastly in the palm of ron's hand, whilst glowing.

"is that a sneakoscope?" said hermione interestedly, standing up for a better look.

"yeah.. mind you, it's a very cheap one," said ron. "it went haywire just as i was tying it up to errol's leg to send to harry."

"were you doing anything untrustworthy at the time?" said hermione shrewdly.

"no! well i wasn't supposed to be using errol. you know he's not really up to long journeys... but how else was i supposed to get harry's present to him?"

"stick it back in the trunk," harry advised nodding towards the sleeping man. "or it'll wake him up."

"we could get it checked in hogsmeade," said ron, sitting back down. "they sell that sort of thing in dervish and banges, magical instruments and stuff. fred and george told me."

"do you know much about hogsmeade?" asked hermione keenly. "i've read it's the only entirely non-muggle settlement in britain- "

"yeah i think it is." said ron in an offhand sort of way. "but thats not why i want to go. i just wanna get inside honeydukes!"

"whats that?" said hermione.

"it's this sweetshop," said ron, a dreamy look coming over his features as he started yapping about the place. y/n sniggered at his face. hermione started talking about its history but ron kept talking as if she hadn't even opened her mouth. 

hermione looked round at harry and y/n.

"won't it be nice to get out of school for a bit and explore hogsmeade?"

"'spect it will," said harry irritably. " you'll have to tell me when you've found out."

y/n stared at his side profile quizzically. he turned his head to meet her eyes. she raised an eyebrow, telling him to explain. 

"i can't go. the dursleys didn't sign my permission form and fudge wouldn't either." 

ron looked horrified to say the least. "you're not allowed to come? but- no way- mcgonagall or someone will give you permission-"

harry gave a hollow laugh and y/n knew exactly why; mcgonagall was really strict even though y/n loved her. she liked to believe that she was mcgonagall's favourite student. (she most definitely wasn't)

"i can ask fred or george for a way out. hell, i know secret ways out. it'll be fine har." y/n reassured. 

"y/n! i don't think harry should be sneaking out of school with black on the loose-" hermione says sharply.

"yeah i expect that's what mcgonagall will say when i ask her." said harry bitterly.

"but if we're with him," ron said spiritedly to hermione, "black wouldn't dare- "

"oh ron don't talk rubbish," snapped hermione. "black's already murdered a whole bunch of people in the middle of a crowded street. do you really think he's going to worry about attacking harry just because we're there?"

she was fumbling with the straps of crookshanks's basket as she spoke.

"don't let that thing out!" ron said but too late, crookshanks leapt lightly from the basket, stretched, yawned and sprang onto ron's knees, the lump in ron's pocket trembled and he shoved crookshanks angrily away.

"get out of it!"

"ron dont!" said hermione angrily.

ron was about to answer back, when professor lupin stirred. they watched him apprehensively, but he simply turned his head the other way, mouth slightly open, and slept on.

at one o'clock the plump witch with the food trolley arrived at the compartment door.

"please may i have a pack of bertie bott's. only the fruit flavour ones though." y/n had gotten up to grab her purse but a hand on her waist stopped her. she turned to look down at harry, who was paying the witch already, with a few cauldron cakes and y/n's jelly beans. 

"harold you didn't have to." she muttered, lying down with her head in his lap. harry passed her the packet of sweets. 

"that's ok, doll. i was getting cauldron cakes anyways." he says passing hermione one. doll had been one of harry's nicknames for the girl but it was only now she was noticing how attractive he seemed when he called her that. 

mid afternoon, it had started to rain, blurring up the windows, making it hard to look at the rolling hills outside. just then, malfoy, crabbe and goyle appeared at the door.

"well look who it is," said malfoy in his usual lazy drawl, pulling open the compartment door. "potty and weasel." 

crabbe and goyle chuckled trollishly. 

"for fucks sakeeee," y/n groaned. "literally go away, merlin, nobody likes you." 

she was ignored, surprisingly. everyone knew malfoy was scared shitless of y/n, since the incident in first year where she kicked him in the balls and then broke his nose a couple hours later.

"i heard your father finally got his hands on some gold this summer, weasley," said malfoy in usual annoying voice that y/n had grown to hate more and more as the years went by. "did your mother die of shock?"

ron stood up so quickly it knocked crookshanks' basket to the floor. professor lupin gave a snort.

"who's that?" said malfoy, taking an automatic step backwards as he spotted lupin.

"new teacher," said harry, who had gotten to his feet too. "what were you saying?" 

malfoy narrowed his eyes; he wasn't THAT much of an idiot to pick a fight, right in front of a teacher.

"cmon," he muttered resentfully, walking out the compartment. at last minute, y/n decided to stick her foot out, to which he tripped on and fell forward, into goyle, who fell on the floor. malfoy hurriedly got up, his nose now bloody from the impact, glaring deeply at y/n, who's face held no emotion, before turning and storming away, crabbe and goyle right behind him.

"i'm not taking any rubbish from malfoy this year," said ron angrily. "if he makes one more crack about my family, i'll pull a y/n, i swear to merlin. and that was way cool by the way y/n."

he made a violent gesture in mid-air.

"ron," hissed hermione, pointing at professor lupin. "be careful. and y/n! what on earth were you thinking?" 

the girl in question shrugged, "he was being a bitch."

the rain thickened as the train sped yet further north. the windows were now a solid shimmering grey, which gradually darkened until lanterns flickered into life all along corridors and over the luggage racks. the train rattled, the rain hammered, the wind roared, and somehow, lupin was still asleep.

'he must be an insomniac like me'  thought y/n. she slept any chance she got. in class, on journeys, in study periods. at breakfast. she had to find some way to catch up for any missed rest.

"we must nearly be there," said ron, leaning forward to look past professor lupin at the now completely black window. the words had hardly left him when the train started to slow down.

"brilliant," said ron, getting up and walking carefully past remus to try and see outside. "i'm starving, i want to get to the feast..."

"we can't be there yet." said hermione, checking her watch.

"so why're we stopping?"

the train was getting slower and slower and y/n felt a slight unease at the pit of her stomach. harry, who was nearest the door, got up to look into the corridor. the train came to a stop with a jolt and then the lamps went out and they were plunged into total darkness.

"what's going on?" said ron's voice. 

"ouch!" gasped hermione. "ron, that was my foot!"

"oh this is ridiculous." sighed y/n, popping a couple more jellybeans into her mouth and slouching down her seat.

harry sat back down in his place, feeling around in the darkness for y/n, finally finding her leg, to which he used to pull her body right next to his own.

"d'you think we've broken down?"

"dunno..."

there was a squeaking sound and y/n saw the dim black outline of ron, wiping a patch clean on the window and peering out.

"there's something moving out there," said ron. "i think some people are coming aboard..."

y/n felt a horrible, cold sheet wrap around her. 

standing in the doorway, was a cloaked figure that towered towards the ceiling. it's face was completely hidden beneath its hood. there was a hand protruding from the cloak and it was glistening, greyish, slimy-looking and scabbed, like something dead that had decayed in water.

an intense cold swept over them all. harry looked so faint and y/n felt as if she was going to die. so she did the only thing she could think of in the moment. she got up, raised her hand a slapped the thing, right where the face would've been. it backed away instantly and after a strong white light shone, moved away. 

turning around, y/n saw harry, who actually had fainted and professor lupin, awake standing with his arm outstretched. 

y/n knelt down and slapped harry in the face, more gentle than the dementor but enough to wake him up. he didn't budge. hermione and ron joined her with trying to wake him up. 

"harry! harry! are you alright?"

"w-what?"

"jesus fuck harold. scared me." y/n says leaning back, now that he was awake.

ron and hermione heaved him back onto his seat.

"are you ok?" ron asked nervously.

"yeah," said harry, looking towards the door. "what happened? where's that thing? who screamed?"

"no one screamed." said ron.

"but i heard screaming- "

a large snap made them all jump. professor lupin was breaking an enormous slab of chocolate into pieces.

"here," he said to harry, handing him a particularly large piece. "eat it. it'll help. "

"what was that thing?" he asked lupin.

"a dementor," said lupin, who was now giving chocolate to everyone else. "one of the dementors of azkaban."

everyone stared at him. professor lupin crumpled up the empty chocolate wrapper and put it in his pocket. 

"eat," he repeated. "it'll help. i need to speak to the driver, excuse me..."

he strolled past them and disappeared into the corridor.

"are you sure you're ok harry?" said hermione watching him anxiously. 

"i dont get it... what happened?" said harry, wiping sweat off his face. 

"well that thing, the dementor, stood there and looked around. and y/n got up and she- she slapped it right across it's face i suppose."

"i thought you were having a fit or something." said ron. "you went sort of rigid and fell out of your seat and started twitching- "

"and just as y/n slapped it, professor lupin stepped over you and shot a silvery thing out his wand."

"hang on. y/n why on earth would you slap it?" harry laughed.

"instinct i suppose. i wasn't scared so why not." y/n laughed with him. it was true too. the dementors barely had an effect on her. 

the rest of the journey was quiet. when they finally got to hogsmeade station, there was a great scramble to get outside; owls hooted and cats meowed. it was freezing on the tiny platform; rain was driving down in icy sheets. 

"firs' years this way!" called a familiar voice. the quartet turned and saw the gigantic outline of hagrid at the other end of the platform, beckoning the terrified-looking new students forward for their traditional journey across the lake. 

"all righ', you four?" hagrid yelled over the heads of the crowd. they waved at him, but had no chance to speak to him because the mass of people around them was shunting them away along the platform. to not get lost, y/n held onto the hook of harry's backpack.

as harry stepped down after the carriage ride, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in his ear.

 "you fainted, potter? is longbottom telling the truth? you actually fainted?" malfoy elbowed past hermione to block harry's way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously. 

"shove off, malfoy," said ron, whose jaw was clenched.

 "did you faint as well, weasley?" said malfoy loudly. "did the scary old dementor frighten you too, weasley?" 

"be careful malfoy, from what i can tell by looking at you, that crooked nose of yours is still broken and it might just have to be an arm or leg next." y/n warned.

"is there a problem?" said a mild voice. professor lupin had just gotten out of the next carriage. malfoy gave professor lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robes and the dilapidated suitcase. 

with a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice, he said, "oh, no — er — professor," then he smirked at crabbe and goyle and led them up the steps into the castle. 

hermione prodded ron in the back to make him hurry, and the four of them joined the crowd swarming up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors.

 the door into the great hall stood open at the right; they followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, "potter! granger! i want to see you both!" 

 professor mcgonagall was calling over the heads of the crowd. y/n shrugged at harry before going along with ron into the great hall. y/n and ron sit down and save a couple spaces for their friends.

"im going to sleep!" y/n announces. 

"b- but you'll only have like a minute- ok fine whatever." huffs dean thomas, one of y/n's very good friends.

and goes to sleep she does. straight through dumbledore's speech, straight through all of the sorting and straight through the entirety of the feast that evening. and nobody woke her up until the end of dessert. 

"y/n! wake up you lazy rat!" says the soon identified voice of harry. 

"go away you loser." she mutters back to him, not moving an inch.

"have some food, then you can sleep again, i promise." he says, shaking her to try and get her to wake. she got up and looked around.

"there's no food left you little shit!"

"use your eyes y/n." harry replies, rolling his eyes.

sitting in front of her was a plate of pizza and chips and a little pot of tiramisu. 

"oh. thanks harry" she says

"yeah ok." mimics harry.

while she eats, dean talks to her about how there are going to be dementors on school grounds to which y/n replies with by saying, "well maybe they can become by personal punching bags and i can practice on them for malfoy." malfoy, overhearing her, turns around, positively terrified, a look of horror on his face and says "NO!" making dean and y/n giggle about it. 

at long last, when the last morsels of pumpkin tart had melted from the golden platters, dumbledore gave the word that it was time for them all to go to bed, and they got their chance. 

"congratulations, hagrid!" hermione squealed as they reached the teachers' table.

"all down ter you four," said hagrid, wiping his shining face on his napkin as he looked up at them. "can' believe it . . . great man, dumbledore . . . came straight down to me hut after professor kettleburn said he'd had enough. . . . it's what i always wanted. . . ."

overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and professor mcgonagall shooed them away.

harry, ron, y/n and hermione joined the gryffindors streaming up the marble staircase and, very tired now, along more corridors, up more and more stairs, to the hidden entrance to gryffindor tower. a large portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress asked them, "password?" 

"coming through, coming through!" percy called from behind the crowd. "the new password's 'fortuna major'!"

after they went through the portrait hole, y/n realised she had lost her friends through the crowd, but decided she didn't care and climbed to her dorm, changed into her pjs and slipped under covers to sleep.

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