"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗, 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗' 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗' 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜."

𝕎𝕙𝕪'𝕕 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕖 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙 - 𝔸𝕣𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕜𝕖𝕪𝕤

"Your whipped mate"

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"Shhhhhhhh."

"I am so going to win this bet so you three can suck it."

"So now you're talking to me."

"No, your cat killed Scabbers but I'm about to win a bet and you know it."

Y/N let out a yawn as she rubbed her eyes to adjust to the room's light. When she opened them to her surprise, she was surrounded by a room full of lions and crimson red. Definitely not anywhere in her Slytherin dorm or common room.

She looked directly in front of her and there was Hermione, Ron, George, and Fred, just sitting in front of her.

"Wakey Wakey, sleeping beauty," George smirked. 

"What the hell! Were you watching me while I slept?" Y/N hissed looking at the four guilty faces staring back at her. 

She started to remember falling asleep on the couch last night and then felt a shift in weight in her lap and noticed Harry had started to stir awake. 

"What's going on?" He asked sitting up and rubbing his eyes. His glasses were lopsided on his face.

He then jumped when seeing the four faces staring at him and Y/N on the couch. 

"Is there a reason you guys are watching people while they sleep?" Harry asked sitting fully up, next to Y/N on the couch.

"Yeah, and what bet are you talking about Ronald," Y/N asked.

"Nothing," Hermione said quickly. 

"Okay?" Y/N said raising an eyebrow at her. "Well then, I'm going back to my common room to get dressed, so I don't show up to my classes in my pajamas."

"Bye Y/N," Harry said as she smiled about to exit the common room.

"Yeah, bye Y/N," the twins echoed in a suggestive town wiggling their eyebrows. 

Y/N rolled her eyes and made her way out of the portrait hole.

"You fell asleep in her lap!" Ron said excitingly as soon as the portrait hole snapped shut. 

"What are you talking about?" Harry said.

"You fell asleep in her lap," Hermione repeated. "How many best friends do that?"

"Well I don't know Hermione, I don't know all the best friends on this damn planet!" Harry said sassily. 

"Mate, she's just trying to say what you're denying," Ron said smiling. 

"Wait, so are you two talking again?" Harry asked looking at Hermione and Ron who seemed to be smiling together heavily, given the topic. 

"We share common ground on this one thing," Ron said sternly. "Stop trying to change the subject."

"I'm not trying to change the subject!" Harry defended a little too quickly. "You all are making this a much bigger deal than it is."

"Then what's that cassette tape that you listen to every day?" Ron asked raising an eyebrow. 

"Don't think we didn't notice the necklace either Harry," said Fred. "What was that? A friendship necklace?"

"Okay first off the mixtape was a gift, and I...I enjoy music," Harry said not convincingly. "And the necklace was a gift, what did you want me to do? Get her socks for Christmas?"

"Overly defensive—" Fred said.

"—check," George replied. "Denying all feelings-"

"—check," 

"Your whipped mate," Ron finished.

"Shut up," Harry said rolling his eyes and getting up to make his way to the dormitories. "I need to get dressed, I'll see you all at breakfast." 

"He needs to make sure he looks his best for Y/N," George snickered. 

"I heard that!" Harry called from halfway up the steps. 

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"Hey Hermione," Y/N said walking into the library and taking a seat across from Hermione. After a long day of classes, Y/N now had a long night of homework.

Hermione had a look of shock on her face and she was holding a damp letter. 

"Is everything okay?" Y/N asked.

Hermione simply handed her the piece of parchment she was holding that had smudged ink and large teardrop stains. 

Dear Hermione, 

We lost. I'm allowed to bring him back to Hogwarts. Execution date to be fixed. Beaky has enjoyed London. I won't forget all the help you and Y/N gave us. 

Hagrid

Y/N's eyes started to glisten. 

"We need to find the boys."

Hermione nodded and they gathered up their school books and walked the corridors only to find Harry and Ron in the courtyard. 

"We're not friends again," Ron hissed standing up as the two walked up to them. "Don't think this morning made up for anything."

"Oh put a sock in it, carrot top," Y/N stated pushing his shoulder to sit back down. "I just thought you'd want to know......Hagrid lost his case. Buckbeak is going to be executed."

"He....he sent me this," Hermione said handing them the damp letter. 

The two girls watched as the boys carefully read the letter written by the miserable caretaker. 

"They can't do this," Harry said. "They can't. Buckbeak isn't dangerous."

"Malfoy's dad frightened the Committee into it," Hermione said, holding back tears. "You know what he's like."

"They're a bunch of doddery old fools, and they were scared," Y/N explained crossing her arms. 

"There'll be an appeal, though, there always is. Only I can't see any hope...Nothing will have changed," Hermione said looking down.

"Yeah it will," Ron said sternly. "You two won't have to do all the work alone this time. I'll help."

"Oh, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed throwing her arms around Ron's neck and breaking down crying.

Ron looked terrified but nonetheless, patted the top of her head. Harry and Y/N exchanged an amused smile looking at the scene before them. 

"Ron, I'm really, really, sorry about Scabbers..." Hermione sobbed, even more, when she pulled away. 

"Oh....well...he was old," Ron said finally burying the hatchet. "And he was a bit useless. You never know, Mum and Dad might get me an owl now."

Finally. Harry mouthed to Y/N. 

She shook her head at how easy it was for them to make up after all that time.

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"I have decided to introduce the crystal ball a little earlier than I had planned, Professor Trelawney said as the class entered Divination. "The fates have informed me that your examination in June will concern the Orb, and I am anxious to give you sufficient practice."

Y/N and Hermione both snorted. 

"Does she not make the exams?" Y/N snickered to Hermione.

"What an amazing prediction!" Hermione said rolling her eyes while Harry and Ron suppressed their laughter. 

"Crystal gazing is a particularly refined art," Professor Trelawney continued. "I do not expect any of you to See when you first peer into the Orb's infinite depths. We shall start by practicing relaxing the conscious mind and external eyes, so as to clear the Inner Eye and superconscious."

"Don't tell me we're about to start meditating," Y/N said. 

"Aummmmmm," Ron hummed, closing his eyes pretending that he was meditating. 

Y/N, Hermione, and Harry had to cover his mouth to choke back their laughter. 

"Perhaps if we are lucky, some of you will see before the end of class."

Y/N and Hermione began staring at their crystal ball seeing absolutely nothing, while Ron and Hermione were 'looking' at the crystal ball. 

Ron was half asleep and Harry was staring into the empty oblivion of the ball. 

"Seen anything yet?" Harry asked the four after fifteen minutes had gone by of quietly looking at the cloudy sphere. 

"Yeah there's a burn on this table," Ron pointed out. "Someone's spilled their candle."

"Wow such a riveting observation," Y/N said sarcastically. 

"This is such a waste of time," Hermione protested.

"Would anyone like me to help them interpret the shadowy portents within their Orb?" Professor Trelawney asked the class.

"I don't need help," Ron whispered to the three. "It's obvious what this means. There's going to be loads of fog tonight."

Hermione, Harry, and Y/N couldn't help but burst out laughing. 

"Now really!" Professor Trelawney scolded. "You are disturbing the clairvoyant vibrations!"

She approached their table and Y/N already saw Harry grow tense. 

"There is something here!" she whispered dreamingly into the ball, her eyes ten times more magnified than they already were behind her glasses. "Something moving.....but what is it?"

"My dear....." she breathed, gazing at Harry. "It is here plainer than ever before....my dear, stalking toward you, growing even closer....the Gr-"

"Oh for goodness sake!" Hermione exclaimed loudly. "Not that ridiculous Grim again!"

Y/N smirked at Hermione, looking quite proud, while Professor Trelawney was full of pity and anger. 

"I am sorry to say that from the moment you have arrived in this class, my dear, it has been apparent that you do not have what the noble art of Divination requires. Indeed, I don't remember ever meeting a student whose mind was so hopelessly mundane."

The class went silent. Y/N looked at her teacher in astonishment who looked as though she had no idea that her comment was astronomically rude. 

"Fine!" Hermione said cramming her book back into her bag. "Fine," she repeated again as she swung her bag over her shoulder, missing Ron's head by an inch. 

"I give up! I'm leaving!" 

Hermione walked over to the trap door and kicked it open, and climbed down the ladder. 

"That's my best friend, I would like to point that out," Y/N said proudly of Hermione for standing up for herself. 

"I thought she was rubbing off on you," Ron said astonished. 

"Seems like your rubbing off on her," Harry said. 

"Oooooo!" Lavender squealed. "Professor Trelawney, I've just remembered! You saw her leaving, didn't you? Didn't you, Professor? 'Around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever!'  You said it ages ago, Professor!"

"Yes my dear, I did indeed know that Miss Granger would be leaving us. One hopes, however, that one might have mistaken the Signs......The Inner Eye can be a burden, you know..."

Lavender and Parvarti looked immensely pleased, but Y/N, Harry, and Hermione looked at their teacher as if she was mental. 

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"You understand that we're no longer friends until after that match," Y/N said to Harry as they were sitting under a tree in the courtyard. 

The Gryffindor-Slytherin match was scheduled to happen on the first Saturday of the Easter holidays, and it was the last game.

Whoever won would be winning the Quidditch cup, so Y/N and Harry were in no position to show each other any mercy. 

"Really?" Harry said pretending to look hurt. 

"Don't give me that face just because Slytherin's two hundred points ahead," said Y/N.

A fact that Oliver had made to Harry multiple times, instructing that he was only to catch the snitch if Gryffindor was in the lead by more than fifty points. 

"We can skip off into the sunset after the quidditch final," she said sarcastically. 

"Fine, but this will be nothing like the first game of the season," Harry said sternly. "I will be winning."

"Aww that's cute," Y/N said hitting the side of his face before walking off to practice. 

Harry wanted to win the Quidditch Cup not just because Gryffindor hadn't won since Charlie Weasley was a Seeker but he wanted to rub it in Malfoy's face.

Between the snowball fight in Hogsmeade, the pantsing Harry and Y/N had done on him, the constant insults that Draco sent Harry's way, and the flirty comments Draco now felt he was accustomed to making when Y/N was around, Harry and Draco were at the worst possible point they've ever been. 

The tension between the Slytherin team and the Gryffindor team had gotten so bad that fights had broken out, which were always blamed on the Slytherins.

Most people skipped over the hexes that a female Gryffindor named Romilda Vane had tried to make towards Y/N on her way to Charms before Y/N protected herself and sent the hex back towards her.

The night before the quidditch final Harry and Y/N were both pacing in their separate dorm rooms. 

"You're going to be fine," Hermione reassured Harry in his dorm room. 

"Everything's going to be fine," Daphne assured Y/N in their dorm room.

"You've got a Firebolt!" Ron and Tracey had both informed Harry and Y/N.

"Yeah and so does Y/N," Harry had protested. 

"Yeah and now so does Harry!" Y/N had exclaimed. 

That night, Harry had done nothing but toss and turn. His first dream was that he had overslept. Oliver was yelling "Where were you? We had to use Neville instead!" His second dream was that all the Slytherins were riding dragons other than brooms.

He woke up suddenly remembering that the match hadn't even occurred yet. 

Harry entered the Great Hall to see Malfoy looking pale at the Slytherin table but Y/N looked even sicker. 

After breakfast where Y/N had barely eaten a thing, the two teams made their way to the quidditch field.

"Good luck Harry!" Cho called, which Harry smiled in return. 

This of course didn't help Y/N's nerves at all.

"You nervous?" Adrian asked Y/N as they were both pulling on their green robes in the Slytherin locker room. 

"Yes. If I throw up, just keep playing," Y/N said laughing nervously. 

Adrian let out a chuckle, "We'll do fine."

Y/N tucked her locket safely inside her robes so it wouldn't fly around while she was playing.

"You know we're not really the most liked out there," she said peaking out the door seeing only the Slytherins seemed to be supporting them. 

"This house isn't the most liked in general," Adrian shrugged. "But as long as we pay attention and focus on the game we'll win."

"Okay, okay," Y/N said letting out a breath giving Adrian a swift high five. 

"We've got this Sinclair," Adrian said squeezing her on the shoulder before leaving the locker room.

"Captains, shake hands!" Madam Hooch ordered.

Flint and Wood grasped each other's hands but it looked like they were each trying to break the other's fingers. 

Everyone lined up. Potter, Bell, Johnson, Spinnet, Weasley, Weasley, and Wood on the Gryffindor side. Sinclair, Pucey, Bletchley, Montague, Flint, Malfoy. And then the two new beaters Flint put on the team just for their size. Bole and Derrick.

"Mount your brooms!" Madam Hooch. "Three...two....one...."

"And it's Gryffindor in possession," Lee's commentary rang out. "Alicia Spinnet of Gryffindor with the Quaffle, heading straight for the Slytherin goalposts, looking good Alicia! Argh, no- Quaffle intercepted by Adrian Pucey, Adrian of Slytherin tearing up the field - WHAM! - nice Bludger work there by George Weasley, Pucey drops the Quaffle, it's caught by....Johnson, Gryffindor back in possession, come on, Angelina....nice swerve around Montague.....duck, Angelina that's a Bludger!....SHE SCORES! TEN-ZERO TO GRYFFINDOR!"

Y/N sighed as Angelina punched the air but just then, Flint smashed into her nearly knocking her off her broom.

"Oh no," Adrian said from behind her looking up.

"What?" Y/N asked. 

"We're going to lose because Flint's an idiot that's what," Adrian said, his voice shrill. 

"They're cheating," Y/N said understanding.

"Sorry!" Flint said. "Sorry, didn't see her!"

Just then Fred threw his beaters club at the back of Flint's head causing his nose to bleed when the handle of his broom collided with his face.  

"Penalty shot to Gryffindor for an unprovoked attack on their Chaser!" Madame Hooch yelled. "Penalty shot the Slytherin for deliberate damage to their Chaser!"

"This is going to be a bloody nightmare," Y/N muttered. 

"Gryffindor in possession, no Slytherin in possession -no!- Gryffindor back in possession and it's Katie Bell, Katie Bell for Gryffindor with the Quaffle, she's streaking up the field...NOOOO!"

Adrian had swerved in front of Katie and grabbed the Quaffle right from her zooming down to the Gryffindor goal posts. 

"Pucey in possession, Pucey zooming near the Gryffindor end. Come on Wood save it-"

Adrian scored. The cheers erupted from Slytherin and Y/N immediately flashed him an encouraging smile.

Harry suddenly caught a glimpse of the Snitch. It was towards the Gryffindor end but Harry needs to be at least fifty points up and with Adrian's goal they were only up by 20. 

Harry faked a look of concentration and sped the opposite way making Draco speed after him thinking Harry found the Snitch on the other end.

Y/N was zooming with Fred and George on both sides of her. A Bludger hit by George grazed her elbow and Fred was closing in. They both had their clubs raised but at the last second, Y/N turned her Firebolt upward making Fred and George both collide with each other in a crunch.

"Come on Weasleys, you know better!" Lee's commentary still ringing. "And it's Gryffindor in Possession again, as Angelina has the Quaffle, Y/N alongside her. Poke her in the eye Angelina!....it was a joke, Professor, it was a joke. Oh no- Y/N in possession, Y/N flying toward the Gryffindor goalposts again, come on now, Wood, save...!

The rest got droned out by cheers from Slytherin again. Y/N had made an amazing score. 

Lee swore so badly Professor McGonagall tried taking his megaphone from him. 

"Sorry, Professor sorry! Won't happen again! So Gryffindor in the lead thirty points to twenty, and Gryffindor in possession.

After a few more moments of the game, Bole and Derrick took advantage that George and Fred had decided to swoop around with their bats risen at any players trying to cheat, and aimed two Bludgers at Oliver, 

"YOU DO NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN THE SCORING AREA!" Madame Hooch shrieked. "Gryffindor Penalty!"

After a few more moments Angelina scored. The score was now seventy-twenty. 

Y/N felt her blood boiling that her team was more focused on revenge plots than actually scoring goals.

Harry could now actually catch the Snitch rather than lead Draco on now that Gryffindor was fifty points up. 

Harry saw the Snitch about twenty feet above him sparkling in the sunlight. 

The wind was roaring in his ears as he advanced on it. He stretched out his hand but then suddenly felt his broom slowing down. 

"Is he that stupid?" Y/N murmured looking up and seeing Draco had thrown himself forward and was holding onto the Firebolt's end pulling it. 

"You—"

Harry wanted to punch Draco square in the face. 

"Penalty! Penalty to Gryffindor! I've never seen such tactics!" Madam Hooch yelled to where Draco had sunk back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand. 

"YOU CHEATING SCUM!" Lee yelled into the megaphone moving out of Professor McGonagall's reach. "YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B—"

Everyone was furious, even half the Slytherin team looked at Draco, and Flint, like they had gone crazy given it, was one hundred percent certain Flint had instructed that idiotic play. 

"Slytherin in possession, Slytherin headed for goal—Montague scores," Lee groaned. "Seventy to thirty Gryffindor."

Harry was determined to not let Draco get anywhere near the Snitch after that.

"Get out of it Potter," Draco shouted when Harry blocked him from turning around. 

"ANGELINA SCORES! GRYFFINDOR LEADS BY EIGHTY POINTS TO THIRTY!"

Harry's heart dropped as he noticed Draco miles downfield diving towards a golden glimmer. 

"Go! Go! Go!" Harry yelled to his broom. He started gaining on him dodging a Bludger set towards him.

Harry dived and took both hands off his broom, and knocked Draco out of the way, 

"YES!"

He pulled out of his dive with his hand in the air. He had victoriously grabbed the golden fluttering ball tight in his hand.

Oliver sped towards him with tears in his eyes and sobbed into Harry's shoulder. The Gryffindor stands went ballistic.

Harry felt himself being engulfed in loads of hugs by his teammates. 

The Slytherin team looked like they were itching to kill. Specifically, half the team wanted to kill the other half. 

"WE LOST, YOU BLOODY GITS!" Marcus roared as they all reached the ground. "THIS IS MY LAST YEAR!"

"Good riddance," Y/N heard Adrian mutter under his breath. 

"We wouldn't have lost if you decided that ACTUALLY, SCORING mattered more than you trying to mess with Gryffindors," Y/N hissed. Her blood was boiling and if Draco hadn't moved in fear of Y/N, from beside her, she would have had no problem connecting her fist with his face again. 

"YOU GUYS DIDN'T—"

"NO you didn't score at all," Miles hissed. 

Miles, Y/N, Adrian, Graham looked furious at Marcus, Draco, Bole, and Derrick who looked slightly terrified. 

"Did YOU tell Draco to do something that stupid if Harry was advancing on the snitch?" Graham Montague asked his jaw clenched. 

Marcus looked at his team with a mixture of anger and guilt. 

"Bloody idiots," Y/N muttered before walking into the locker room. 

"You're telling me," Miles said as he, Adrian, and Graham followed her in. 

Y/N grabbed her stuff furiously and went into the showers. 

"We need a new quidditch captain for next year now," Adrian said when Y/N came out dressed in new clothes.

"Don't look at me, I'm graduating," Miles said, also now in normal clothes slinging his quidditch bag over his shoulder. 

"I was thinking a female," Adrain said grinned looking over at Y/N. 

"You're not talking about me?" Y/N said looking at Adrian confused. "I'm the youngest on the team besides Malfoy," she said putting the last of her stuff in her locker. "There's no way I could pull that off."

"Rubbish, who else would it be?" Adrian said, "I mean you can actually make a team that isn't full of people who care about embarrassing famous Harry Potter and cares about actually winning."

Y/N paused, "I'll think about it. I'll see you all later, I'm in for a tremendous about of bragging as soon as I step into the castle."

With that, she exited the locker rooms in a pair of gray sweatpants and a black hoodie that she still hadn't given back to Harry, and by now had no intention of returning. 

She walked out with her bag over her shoulder until she saw a raven-haired boy leaning against the quidditch shed smirking. He was wearing his old quidditch jersey and had his bag slung over his body.

Y/N looked at him confused given the stands and field were now empty and the Gryffindors were probably partying until the morning.

"Come here to gloat?" Y/N said crossing her arms. 

Harry paused. "No."

"Then what are you for?" she asked narrowing her eyes at him.

"I came to see if I can have my best friend back now," Harry grinned.

Y/N's neutral face turned into a smile as she walked up to him, and threw an arm around his shoulder. 

"You owe me a butterbeer, Y'know that," Y/N said as the two walked back up to the castle.

"Yeah, yeah," Harry smiled.

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟎

A/N: We're getting more and more closer to wrap up Year 3! Thank you for all the reads, comments, and votes! 

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