SCOTLAND, HOGSMEADE.

It was a couple days later on a Saturday morning, Harry, Ron, Hermione and y/n all wrapped up in large coats and scarfs for the Scottish blizzard outside inside of Hogsmeade, they had no particular reason to spend some time outside of the common room they were bored and wanted to gain some knowledge about the half-blood prince together.

"For weeks you keep that book, practically sleep with it and you still have no idea who the half blood prince is?" Ron announced, his hands converted in his gloves and tightly wrapped underneath his coat pockets.

"I didn't say I wasn't curious and I don't sleep with it," Harry denied Ron's accusations, his hat completely covered in snow, Ron scoffed at Harry's statement.

"I beg to differ," Ron announced. "Usually talk to you before I go to bed, now you're stuck reading that bloody book," he told Harry with an almost upset tone, y/n chuckled as Hermione sighed.

"Well, I was curious, so I went to-" Hermione announced, only for her friends to finish the sentence for her.

"The library," Harry, Ron and y/n spoke, the girl paused watching the three move ahead of her, the sound of snow crunching just underneath their feet. "and?" Y/n added, Hermione following just behind the three.

"And nothing, couldn't find a reference anywhere to the half blood prince," she huffed, folding her arms in the stormy snow, Harry smiled at this response, the boy didn't exactly have any evil wizard to chase after this year, finally.

"There we go that settle it," Harry announced, pausing when seeing Professor Slughorn hunched body hover from Professor Flitwick miniature body, the men passing by.

"Heading down to the three broomsticks flit wick?" Horace asked the man, waddling just past him, not wanting to look at the old man in the eyes. Flitwick obviously didn't want to be around Horace, most like the other set of teachers in school.

"Um no, emergency..choir practise," Flitwick lied, letting out a little laugh as he wandered past Harry and the three behind him, watching Slughorn carefully head down the snowy hill into hogsmeade.

"Anyone fancy a butterbeer?" Harry suggested.

-

"Anything to drink?" A waiter asked, his body tightly wrapped with an apron, standing beside Hermione, who had removed her hat and coat onto the table and chairs in front of her, Harry, y/n and Ron doing the same.

"Um four butterbeers please," Hermione told the waiter, passing over four galleons, before seating herself down.

"Oh bloody hell," Ron announced, looking the opposite direction, plonking his arms against the wooden table, Harry, Hermione and y/n looked over to the corner of the pub, spotting Ginny and Dean close by each other, smiling and holding their hands.

"Don't be silly Ron they're only holding hands," Hermione smiled to Ron, the ginger boy looked back at his sister and her boyfriend with disgust, Harry copied. "And snogging," Hermione looked away when seeing Ginny and Dean kissing in the back booth, y/n held back a laugh whilst Harry sat bubbling up with jealousy, watching Ginny kiss Dean only made him want to tear the boy apart limb by limb.

"I'd like to leave," Ron told Hermione and y/n, the same waiter from earlier placing down the teen's drink, directly in front of their seats.

"What?" Hermione asked, leaning forward over the table a bit. "You can't be serious!" Hermione told Ron in a loud voice, only for the ginger boy to lean over the table too.

"That happens to be my sister," he told the bushy haired girl.

"So?" She smirked, looking away from Ron. "What happens If she walked in on you snogging me would you expect her to get up and leave?" She laughed to herself, her shoulders stiffened up, until Harry stood up suddenly, professor Slughorn stood at the end of their table.

"Horace wonderful to see you," Harry greeted the old man, holding his hand out for the man to shake, which he very openly did, a bright smile against his face, his other hand holding his butterbeer.

"And you, and you," Slughorn greeted the younger boy, shaking his hand vigorously.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked, causing Ron, Hermione and y/n to give glances, all furrowing their brows, y/n lifted up her glass of butterbeer along with Hermione.

"Three broomsticks and I go way back, way back to where I do not care to admit, I can remember when it was one broomstick," Horace trailed off, his butterbeer slipping past the rim of his cup and pouring over both Hermione and y/n's jeans. "Oh hands on deck girls, apologies, but in the old days you two I used to get up and do parties, get a student or two, would you two come?" The old man continued his conversation, ignoring Hermione and y/n as they used spare napkins to wipe at the patch of sweet drink which laid directly in a spot where it looked most inappropriate.

"Of course, it's a wonderful idea," Harry responded, Horace looked down to the girls finally, watching Hermione slurp on her drink.

"You'd be invited too Miss. Granger?" Slughorn asked, Hermione swallowed down what she could consume.

"I'd be delighted sir," Hermione raised her glass with her answer, the old man turned to y/n.

"And you Miss. Black I heard you got an outstanding on your potions," Slughorn asked  y/n looks up and smiled at the man, his butterbeer was close to his chest.

"I did work hard for them," she announced, Slughorn turned to Harry once again with a bright grin in his face.

"Splendid, look for my owl," he told Harry, his gaze appeared on where Ron sat, the ginger gave him a half-hearted smile. "Good to see you wallenbee," Slughorn told Ron, the ginger boy furrowed his brows, the four watching him walk away as Harry seated himself down again.

"What were you playing at?" Ron fired the question towards his, friends, Hermione and y/n listening too since that act Harry pulled was so unlike him.

"Dumbledore asked me to get to know him," Harry told the three of them, they scrunched their faces up at the boy.

"Get to know him?" Y/n asked, Harry shrugged, Hermione raising her glass.

"I don't know," Harry told her, looking at Hermione and Ron too. "must be important, if Dumbledore didn't ask it wouldn't of been important," Harry continued, watching as Hermione finished the last of her butterbeer, foam melting down to the bottom on her glass, as well as gaining a line of  butterbeer form at the top of her lip.

"You've got a bit of something," Ron pointed to his own lip, trying to guide Hermione where the foam sat, in front of Harry and Ron sat two warm butterbeers and half a glass in front of y/n. Hermione gasped quietly turning away to rid if the foam that sat at her mouth, just enough time to see a familiar brunette walk into the pub.

"Neville!" Y/n called, the brunette saw the girl, smiling as he waved. "come sit, did you head to honeydukes?" Y/n asked, dragging a chair over for the boy to sit on, beginning to unravel his coat and scarf.

"Yeah, you lot like some?" He offered to the teens seated at the table. They're eyes widened with delight.

"Yeah hand 'em out," Ron announced watching as Neville emptied his bag out, different sweets from fizzy flies, chocolate frogs, toffee toads, blood-sucking lollipops, and Bertie Botts every flavour bean were scattered across the table, Neville allowing his friends to take whatever they pleased.

"I was supposed to save these all up for two weeks, my gran told me so," Neville chuckled, looking at chocolate frog card he got. "I got Salazar Slytherin, that's a new one," he announced, Ron furrowed his eyebrows, chewing on some jelly beans

"Really, I got my first one of him before going to Hogwarts I did," Ron announced, with a chuckle. "Mental how he tried to wipe our memories out in second year," he told his mates, causing y/n and Harry to chuckle with him.

"That reminds me, I saw him in St. Mungos before coming back to Hogwarts. He couldn't believe that he had fans and was a teacher before," Neville announced sucking onto his lollipop, the teens eyebrows raised, Hermione chewing on her chocolate frog, ordering herself another butterbeer, and another after that.

Meanwhile, out the corner of y/n's eye she could see Draco Malfoy exited the bathrooms, quickly inspecting his surroundings until spotting y/n's eyes on him. She was confused to why he was so paranoid of his surroundings, why he hadn't been bullying any of the children that year, why had he been so quiet? He walked out of the three broomsticks before his second cousin could mention anything.

The teens had left the three broomsticks and were journeying back towards the castle. The weather still the same blizzard it was when they entered the pub, tightly wrapped up in clothing and stomping through the heavy snowfall. Hermione lead her friends, drunkenly stumbling in the snow, Harry and Ron staring at their odd friend, y/n wandered from the back, Neville had left earlier with Dean and Ginny, she didn't know why but she felt like being alone.

A scream roared in front of the teens, causing them to come to a haunt in the winter weather. Katie bell, a Gryffindor in their year, laid against the thick white sheet of snow, a gifted box with a long necklace falling out of it, the girls red jacket being dusted with snow. Leanne, her friend turned to see the four friends.

"I warned her! I warned her not to touch it!" Leanne announced, looking from her best friend to the four teens standing behind her.

Katie's body was shoved left to right without anybody touching the possessed girl. Her body flew up into the air, arms spread out as she was levitated mid air, her hair looked as if it floated in water, her mouth open to bellow a soundless scream before being chucked on the snow again, twitching uncontrollably, her friend Leanne stepped back in fear. Y/n jumped forward, her hand reaching out to the necklace.

"Don't go any further y/n, step back now, all of you move back," Hagrid's loud voice bellowed, causing y/n to pull her hand back and Leanne stepped back towards a brick wall. "do not touch that except for the lapis you got that?" Hagrid ordered the teens, Harry and y/n hovered over to levitate the necklace back to the school.

-

"You sure Katie did not possess this before entering the three broomsticks?" Professor McGonagall questioned Leanne, the girl was slightly more calmer and had removed her jacket, adjusting to the castles temperature.

"It's like I said, she went to go to the loo and when she came back, she had the package, said it was important see would deliver it," Leanne answered, McGonagall held her worry filled face, holding her hands together.

"To whom may I ask?" McGonagall asked the girl who paused before answering.

"To Professor Dumbledore," Leanne responded.

"Very well, Leanne you may go," McGonagall nodded to the young woman, watching as she began to leave the room, her eyes drifted towards y/n, Harry, Hermione and Ron, a frustrated expression against her face. "Why is it when something happens it's always you four?" She questioned the teens that stood ashamed in front of her.

"Believe me professor, I've been asking myself the same thing for six years," Ron spoke, a man swerved inside which looked to help McGongalls situation.

"Oh Severus," the woman spoke, as Snape swerved past the children and over towards Mcgonagall. "What do you think?" Professor McGonagall stood opposite the long necklace, with a small swish of Snapes wand, the necklace turned, revealing its jewels on the front.

"I think Miss Bell is lucky to be alive," Snape announced, observing the jewellery.

"She was cursed wasn't she?" Harry announced. "I know Katie off the quidditch pitch she wouldn't hurt a fly," he paused. "If she was delivering that to professor Dumbledore she wasn't doing it knowingly," Harry added, the two professors placing down the necklace before doing so.

"Yes she was cursed," McGongall announced, Harrys lips twitched.

"It was Malfoy," Harry told, both teachers turned, looking to the boy.

"That is a very serious accusation potter," McGonagall spoke, she looked angry.

"Indeed, your evidence?" Snape questioned the boy, Hermione and Ron remained quite, but y/n opened her mouth to think.

"Well I saw him walk towards the bathroom, I'm not sure when and where Katie must've picked the object up, or if it was the same bathroom, he looked off, as if he didn't want anyone knowing what he was doing," y/n explained as it had both teachers listening, watching as they exchanged anxious looks.

"Thank you y/n," McGonagall thanked the girl. "I suggest you go back to your dormitories all of you," she ordered the four and watched as they all began to exit out of the classroom, students passing by in the hall. 

-

"So tell me Cormac, how is your uncle Tiberius these days?" Slughorn questioned, around a circular wooden table where several of his NEWTs students were seated at, all in their house robes as he'd just chatted and had a large dinner with the children and was now enjoying some mouth-watering dessert, which lightened up the eyes of some children.

They were seated inside the potion masters office, it was a dimly light room just like most other rooms in Hogwarts around tea time, they seemed to be relatively quiet during the whole dinner party, Neville was seated beside y/n, Hermione on y/n's left with Harry in Hermione's left and an empty seat for where Ginny was supposed to sit, but wasn't there in time, the four teens had figured the ginger girl wasn't coming.

"Yes he's doing well, in fact I'm hunting with him and the minister of magic," Cormac responded, looking to to potions master, offering smiles to one another, as they both took a spoon-full of ice-cream sundae.

"Oh well make sure to give him my best, oh and what about your uncle Mr. Belbee? For those of you that don't know Marcus' uncle invented the wolfsbane potion, is he working on anything new?" He asked the boy with a napkin around his neck, scoffing the dessert down his throat as if he hadn't ate in weeks.

"Dunno, him and dad done get on, probably because all my dads potions are rubbish," Marcus announced, mouth full of the slimed up ice-cream and chocolate sauce.

"Well what about you miss granger? What do your parents do in the muggle world?" Slughorn turned to Hermione, everybody's heads looked into her direction.

"My parents are dentists," Hermiome told, her hands away from her meal, with a smile, it faded when pretty much the whole table looked at her oddly. "they tend people's teeth," she added, holding onto an awkward smile to Slughorn.

"Interesting, and would you say that is a dangerous profession?" Horace asked the bushy haired girl. Hermione turned to Harry and y/n who nodded, both been to a dentist before.

"No, although one boy Robbie Fenwick did bite my father once, he needed ten stitches," Hermione responded, laughing along to the story she'd heard plenty of times before. Nobody else laughing along with her, the atmosphere was sort of... Awkward.

"Ah Miss. Weasley, come in, come in," Horace spoke, causing Hermione, Harry, y/n's and Neville head to lift up, seeing Ginny walk inside of the room, her eyes seemed red and puffy, dressed in her school uniform.

"Her and deans been fighting again, look at her eyes," y/n heard Hermione whisper towards Harry, everyone around the dinner table observed Ginny as she crept towards the table, holding a smile.

"Sorry I'm not usually late," Ginny announced, coming round to her seat until Harry suddenly stood up. The two just looked to each other awkwardly, the several other children copied, where was this night even going?

"Sit down you two pair of wollies," y/n spoke, Ginny and Harry turned to y/n before shoving themselves back down into their seats, Ginny looked awkward to eat around everyone, especially after that weird moment with Harry. "It's alright, just eat your ice-cream, Gin," y/n told the ginger, as Horace chuckled, Marcus Belbees spoon scraping against the plate even more.

"Yes that's if Mr. Bellbee left you any," Slughorn joked, laughing to himself.

Neville seemed to pick at the food he was given, possibly too full from their large dinner, but he still had the napkin at his collar along with a quarter of his bowl down, awkwardly pushing both his thought and meal out of the way.

"You're not hungry?" Y/n whispered, nearly her whole bowl was down, she was starving, Neville looked over and shook his head, y/n relaxed her shoulders, a grew a smile. "Pass some over, Itll be fine," she told him, Neville nodded quietly as he lifted the bowl, scooping over some left over salted caramel ice cream his no longer wanted when suddenly, a dollop of the dessert fell and slid past her thigh, onto the middle of her seat.

Like the accident-prone child his was, Neville placed his bowl down and used his clean napkin to wipe at the girls thigh, the ice cream soaking (and possibly staining her school trousers) until he moved back her right knee to the side slightly, to grab the melting ice-cream in between her thighs.

He lifted it up, looking towards y/n, who was staring down the the ice-cream stain with a burning red face. Her shoulders tensed up and that's when Neville realised what he'd just done. He hadn't necessarily touched her inappropriately however he had made her feel uncomfortable and he could clearly read that on her crimson red face. Not too long did his cheeks, nose and forehead grow red, placing the melting piece of his desert onto his bowl, clasping his hands together, in sheer embarrassment.

He thought she had started to cry due to the movement of her shoulders, shaking uncontrollably until she heard the girl begin to snort with laughter under her breath. He looked up and noticed a large smile on her face (it was still bright red) along with her heads down in her hands, trying to hold back her laughs.

"Miss. Black? Do you need a moment?" Slughorn added as y/n shook her head, before bursting out with laughter, looking to Neville, shoving his arm as she continued to chuckle. Neville caught on and started giggling along with her, until he too began to laugh hysterically.

"What's up with you two?" Hermione whispered, over the students was glaring at the two hysterical teenagers, laughing along with each other.

"We're sorry, we'll take a moment outside," y/n spoke, standing up to reveal her ice-cream stained trousers, crying out with laughter as Neville followed along, the teens hurrying towards the door until howling with laughter. The students and Slughorn inside only stared at the door in confusion.

-

Blaise Zambini was quick on his broom, dashing across the pitch with the large leather quaffle tucked into his armpit, his Slytherin cape trailed behind him as he travelled towards the Gryffindor hoops where Ron sat in the air. 

at breakfast, Harry knew that his ginger friend wouldn't be so enthusiastic about his place as keeper, his hands were jittering and he would barely touch his plate, therefore Harry splashed some on his awarded liquid luck into Ron's drink, Hermione of course hated the idea of it but y/n smirked and gave Ron a pat on the back, letting the happiness wipe through his body and gain the confidence he needed for the match. 

 A grin played at his lips, the effects of liquid sat in his eyes as everybody noticed how confident the boy was on the pitch. His hands gripped at his broom ready to defend his side of the pitch. 

The quaffle was passed onto Adrien Pucey before he was barged out of the way by Ginny Weasley. Lee Jordan's loud booming voice echoed in the speakers around the pitch about Ginny's wonderous move only for the quaffle to be snatched up by Theodore Nott as he punched the ball towards the smallest Gryffindor hoop.

Ron noticed the sudden speed that the ball came in before zooming towards its directed hoop and swung his foot towards the quaffle, booting it back to the Slytherin chasers which caused a loud uproar of Gryffindor's.

the game continued and the more wins that Gryffindor got the more Lunas lion head piece roared at the Gryffindor side of the pitch. Ron was excellent with catching the quaffle that would come flying towards him alongside his younger sister manging to absolutely destroy anyone that would cross her path as she flew across the pitch, sending the quaffle through the Slytherin hoops a numerous amount of times.

Neville, Hermione, Y/n and Luna stood on the sides happily cheering for their friend, a big blur of red clothes swallowed them on the sides as they roared with delight, cheering for their brave best friend and his younger sister who were helping the team win the game overall.

it was sooner that Harry had finally caught the snitch leaving the Slytherin team unsatisfied meanwhile the Gryffindor's were whooping in victory. The team captains shook hands for a good game before leaving the pitch ready to meet their uplifted house members and fans.

the Gryffindor's easily got Ron up on someone's shoulders, dragging the boy like that all the way up into the Gryffindor common room, placing him down on the coffee table as party poppers exploded, confetti busted through the room and butterbeer was handed out towards all the Gryffindor members. 

Neville had passed over a cup for y/n as she tanked him, the two cheering for their friend as Hermione and harry smirked at their long term friend being praised on a coffee table, by all the Gryffindor's. Ginny had her arm wrapped around the left side of Dean, with Deans arm looped over her shoulders sharing a butterbeer.

"aye look at the hype Ron's getting, i swear yous never seen him so happy before," Seamus stepped over to where Neville and y/n stood with gentle smiles against their faces. 

"tell me about it, he deserves it though, absolutely smashed it on the pitch," Neville announced, baring his misplaced teeth in the brightest way possible. 

"dunno how it did it, mate, i would've absolutely toppled off like Bell did-" Seamus' opinion was interrupted by the sudden whooping, whistling and cheering throughout the entire common room. The three turned their heads to notice Ron's lips smacked against Lavender Browns.

Everybody's jaws widened at the extremely bold move Brown attempted, her light, sun-kissed hands cupped his pale, freckled cheeks before the ran through his ginger locks deepening the kiss in front of their large audience. 

"WOAH, okay Ron's getting action i see!" y/n bellowed into the crowd. 

"He's most likely doing it cause we got into a row the other day about how the only person he's ever kissed was Aunt Muriel," Ginny headed to where Neville, Seamus and y/n stood with Dean trailing along at her fingertips.

"at least be happy he's no longer kissing Aunt Muriel wont you, g and t," y/n mentioned to the pretty ginger, her eyebrows only furrowed meanwhile Dean let out a gasped laugh. 

"nice nickname, babe," he told his girlfriend.

"shut up you old git," Ginny told, looking up at him until pecking the side of his face. 

the room had that same uplifted energy until the room slowly departed for everyone to go and have their well deserved rests. Plenty of teenagers were eating each others faces around them or jumping around to the blasting sounds of Weird Sisters in the Wizard Wireless. y/n sat with Neville and Seamus, the boys talked about the quidditch match but mostly rambled about how excellent Professor Slughorn was, making an opportunity to talk shit about Snape. 

y/n would laugh at all the times they'd mention about his cruel action and whenever they'd end their sentenced opinions with an insult directed to their Prof. However, as time gradually passed, as less sounds were made, she grew desperate for a cigarette, her eyes were always unfocused at the flames and in her mind all she wanted was a puff.

"im gonna go for a walk, ill see you in a bit," y/n told, jumping up from the sofa as the two teens furrowed their brows at her.

"y/n have you completely forgot about security mate?" Seamus spoke up.

"yeah if you get caught you'll be set detention with Snape," Neville told, standing up after her. "you tired? i can walk you to your room if you want," he suggested with a gentle smile. 

"no, no im fine! the rooms just stuffy i need some air," she lied, feeling her nails dig into the palms of her hands anxiously, she really wanted to tell him that she smokes, and was in desperate needs for nicotine but she was incredibly unsure how he'd react. 

"but still how will you get past security?" Seamus replied, leaning on the armchair since he stood up too.

immediately, y/n pounced into her animagi form, the sensation of fur washed over her body like a shiver down her spine, turning around to look up at the two boys hearing them both let out a "ohhh" and smiled.

"well be careful too y/n, ill open the portrait for you," Neville told, heading over to the hole with y/n tiptoeing by his side, watching as he pushed the door forward into the moving staircase. "try get back at midnight, so we know you're safe," he added as y/n snuggled her nose and cheek against Neville leg in her way to say thanks, hopping out of the hole as she travelled down he staircase safely.

Upon her arrival, she did as Hagrid told, by scratching her claws against the door, watching the candlelight inside flicker on and the large door slide open gently, revealing the rest of his home once realising it was y/n.

"about time you'd show up here," he mentioned, letting her dog form inside and watched as she jumped back into her human form, almost diving into the draw of her cigarettes snatching her second used box, and right away igniting it, letting in a long drag of the smoke and realised it into his hut. "smoke it by the window, open it all the way up if you don't mind, ill make yer tea," he told and to which she did as she was told. 

OKAY FINALLY I UPDATED

nah i really hated the last chapter i hated it so much it like ruined most of my upcoming plans n shit, but here we are and we're pulling through. sorry it took me ages lol