"𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐. 𝙾𝚑, 𝙾𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊. 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎."

𝕆𝕡𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕒 - 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕃𝕦𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕣𝕤

"Aww wittle Harold's got a crush."

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

Thursday came around, and it was finally time for Y/N and Harry's first Defense Against the Dark Arts class with Professor Moody.

On the first day of term, Fred and George raved about him and how he really knew what he was doing, but Y/N was a bit skeptical.

She got an odd vibe from the teacher, and she didn't know if she was being paranoid, or if it was the wonky eye that kept spinning around that was making her so uncomfortable.

"Snape's in such a sour mood," Y/N complained to Harry when they were walking through the corridors from Potions. Harry, however, wasn't listening. "Harry?"

"Oh sorry," Harry said snapping back to look at Y/N. "What did you say?"

"I feel like I'm asking you this every day but are you okay?" she asked him.

"I'm fine," Harry murmured looking at his feet as he walked.

For the past three days, Harry had spent his time zoning out and getting lost in his own head, even Professor's started to notice.

During Divination the first day, he didn't even notice when he got tons of homework from Professor Trelawney because when Lavender Brown pointed out a planet in the Divination room, and Professor Trelawney explained it was Uranus, Ron blurted out, "Can I have a look at Uranus too, Lavender?"

He ended up doing his homework on the planetary movements at the Black Lake that day, however, unlike his dream, Y/N didn't show up.

The only thought that had been racing in his mind for the past three days was a question he wasn't sure how to answer.

'Do I like Y/N?'

Ron of course would know the answer right away and so would Hermione. But, there's a reason Harry's not in Ravenclaw.

"Hey Ced," Harry heard Y/N say pulling him out of his head. 

Cedric had been walking in the opposite direction as the Slytherin and Gryffindor pair and caught Y/N's attention.

"Hey Y/N," Cedric smiled. "Hey, Harry."

"Hi," Harry greeted with a slight grimace in his smile.

"Did you hear about the tournament?" Cedric asked.

"Yeah," Y/N said. "Do you think you're going to go for it?"

"I don't know," Cedric said. "It's a real risk but, it would make my dad really proud."

"Well there are other ways than risking your life to make your dad proud," Y/N said, growing concerned. 

"Yeah," Cedric said. "It might be fun though."

"Do what you want," Y/N advised. "If you want to do the tournament go for it. I'll cheer you on."

"Thanks, Y/N," Cedric smiled. "I have to get to Charms."

"Bye Diggory," Y/N waved, he gave a sweet smile before rounding the corner.

Harry's eyes were fixated on Y/N's face during that entire conversation.

Was that a flirty smile she was giving him? I mean it's fine if it is, but he's way too old for him. Wow her eyelashes are really pretty...

"Harry!" Y/N said, trying to bring back his attention.

"Y/N!" Harry sassed back trying to hide his embarrassment.

"I was asking what corridor you want to take to get to Defense Against the Dark Arts," Y/N said crossing her arms.

"Oh right," Harry said looking at the hallways filled with bustling students. "Left."

Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed his wrist pulling him down the right corridor, given she didn't fully trust his instincts right now, and wanted to make sure the two would be on time for their class.

Y/N and Harry arrived right on time and slinked into the chairs behind the desk that was separating Ron, who sitting at a table with a Hufflepuff boy, and Hermione, who was sitting on the side nearest Y/N with a Ravenclaw boy.

Professor Moody stood at the front of the desk giving everyone a sharp look. Or what looked like a sharp look given his eye was twitching from left to right, and up and down.

"Alastor Moody," He said flatly to the class. He then turned around and began to write something on the chalkboard. "Ex Auror. Ministry Malcontent," he turned back around to face the class, "and your new Defense Against the Dark Art's teacher."

"I am here because Dumbledore asked me," he continued. "End of story, goodbye, the end."

Y/N started to get up until Harry pulled her robes back down into her seat.

"Any questions?" Moody asked.

Everyone was silent.

"When it comes to the dark arts I do believe in a practical approach," Moody said making Harry and Y/N give each other concerned looks. "But first, which of you can tell me how many unforgivable curses there are?"

"Three sir," Hermione spoke up, her voice slightly shaking.

"and they are so named," Professor Moody said facing the blackboard once again.

"Because they are unforgivable. The use of any one of them will—"

"Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban," he said. The only sound in the room was the chalk against the board. "Correct."

"Now the ministry says your too young to see what these curses do," he said to the class. "I say different," he raised his voice and started frantically moving about the front of the classroom. "You need to know what your up against! You need to be prepared!" He returned to the blackboard scribbling something Y/N couldn't see. "You need to find somewhere else to put your chewing gum besides the underside of your desk Mr. Finnigan!"

Everyone turned to look at Seamus, confused how the Professor could even see with his back to the class.

"No way," Seamus breathed. "The old codger can see out the back of his head."

"And hear across classrooms!" Professor Moody shouted throwing the piece of chalk across Y/N and Harry's heads making them duck, over to where Seamus was seated.

Y/N was cursing herself for trusting Fred and George's judgment that Professor Moody was a fantastic or at least a sane teacher.

"So," Professor Moody said walking up closer to the students. "What curse shall we see first?"

"WEASLEY!" he shouted.

"Yes?" Ron whimpered immediately, looking up at the professor.

"Stand," Moody demanded, making Ron slowly rise from his seat. "Give us a curse."

"Well," Ron started, clearly intimidated by the professor. "My dad did tell me about one. The Imperius Curse."

"Oh yeah your father would know all about that," Moody said. "Gave the Ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago. Perhaps this will show you why."

He made his way over to his desk and opened one of the jars of insects on his desk.

Ron looked at Harry not knowing if he was supposed to sit down or not.

"Hello," Professor Moody said in a cheery voice to the insect in the jar. Y/N and Harry couldn't quite tell what it was but the professor put a hand in the jar and pointed his wand at it. "Engorgio!"

Y/N could now see it was a spider, which started to make her skin crawl. She looked at Ron who went pale.

"Imperio!" Moody muttered.

The spider then jumped from Moody's hand onto Dean's notebook in the front of the class. Neville and Dean both jumped back while most of the class started to turn into giggles.

Like Professor Moody was controlling the spider with invisible puppet strings, the spider then jumped onto Crabbe's head making him whimper as he put his thick fingers in his hair.

Then it jumped from Crabbe's head over onto Y/N's hand making her stop laughing at Crabbe. She went frozen as the spider began to crawl up her arm onto her shoulder. 

Harry and Ron were bursting out laughing at Y/N's frozen expression until it jumped from Harry's head to Ron's

Ron immediately stopped laughing and he started to whimper. It crawled closer to his face, making Y/N and Harry laugh but Draco was the loudest one of all to see Ron like that.

"What are you laughing at?" Moody said looking at Draco where he was seated next to Goyle.

He then flew the spider straight into Draco's face and the class deepened its laughter as he yelled at Goyle to get it off.

"Talented isn't she," Professor Moody laughed. "What shall I make her do next? Jump out the window?"

The laughter ceased as the spider went heading for the window.

"Drown herself?" Moody asked, the spider now being held above a pail of water.

He used his wand to bring back the spider and it landed swiftly in the palm of his hand.

"Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding....under the influence of the Imperius Curse," he explained.

Y/N tensed up in her seat as her mind started to flashback towards the summer. The possibility that her parents had been or still could be death eaters still loomed over her.

"Here's the rub," Moody continued. "How do we sort out the liars? Another? Another?" he asked the class.

More hands were raised this time, but Neville slowly rose his, seated in the front of the class.

"Longbottom is it?" Moody asked looking at Neville's hesitant face. "Professor Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Herbology?"

Neville nodded at the Professor as he stood up.

"T-The C-Cruiartus curse," Neville said.

Y/N stomach started to churn. She knew the story about Bellatrix Lestrange and Neville's parents, and that was in fact the very unforgivable curse she had used on Neville's parents that made them not even recognize their own son.

"Yes! Yes!" Professor Moody said eagerly. "Come, come."

Neville walked up to him slowly to see the spider in closer view.

"The torture curse," Moody breathed. "Crucio!"

A high-pitched squealing went out, as the spider began to move, clearly in pain.

The squealing intensified as Neville's face became more and more uncomfortable. He squeezed his eyes shut but that still didn't block out the noises of torture, the same ones his parents had endured.

"It's bothering him! Stop it!" Y/N yelled, wanting the look of pain and discomfort on Neville's face to stop.

Professor Moody looked up to see the distressed girl's face, and then back to Neville's painful one. He stopped his wand and the sounds ceased.

Moody took the spider in his hands again and made his way down the aisle in the Slytherin's direction.

Y/N's gaze didn't leave Neville's who was leaning against the desk, not moving.

Professor Moody cleared his throat before placing the spider on top of Y/N's book.

She didn't look the Professor in the eye, knowing the exact spell that he was about to say.

"Y/N Sinclair correct? Daughter of two highly skilled Auror's and cousin to a former one as well."

Y/N could barely hear what he was saying. Her heart started beating as she felt her vision blur. She wasn't ready to hear the same spell that killed her cousin.

"Perhaps you can give us the last unforgivable curse Miss Sinclair?" Moody said. "I assume you know it?"

"Avada Kadavra," she breathed, barely above a whisper.

"Avada Kadavera!" Moody shouted, performing it on the spider.

Y/N flinched, seeing the flash of green brought her right back to that night over the summer.

She felt a hand placed on her knee as she looked away from her desk and blinked back the tears that were starting. There was no way, she was going to cry in front of her entire Defense Against the Dark Arts Class.

"The killing curse," Moody said. "Not pleasant. And there's no countercurse. There's no blocking it. Only one person is known to have survived it, and he's sitting in this room."

He moved his gaze to Harry who looked up at him with an annoyed gaze. One hand on Y/N's leg and his other arm leaning on the desk.

Harry watched the Professor carefully as he looked Harry dead in the eyes and took a big swig of his flask and walked back to the front of the class.

Y/N barely paid attention to the rest of the class, and when it ended she didn't say a word to anyone when she grabbed her bags.

Most people were talking about the lesson but Y/N was more concerned with making her way out of that classroom.

To distract herself she focused herself on finding Neville.

He was standing alone about halfway up the steps facing the stone wall. His eyes horrific and wide.

"Neville?" Y/N said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh hello," Neville said. His voice was an octave higher than usual. "Interesting lesson, wasn't it? I wonder what's for dinner, I'm – I'm starving, aren't you?"

"Neville are you okay?" Y/N asked, Hermione, coming up behind her also concerned.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," Neville said, his voice still high. "Very interesting dinner – I mean lesson – what's for eating?"

"Neville–" Hermione started, until the clanking of a walking stick, and limping came from above the stairs.

"It's all right, sonny," Moody said, coming down the stairs towards Neville. Y/N flinched from Moody's presence. "Why don't you come up to my office? Come on... we can have a cup of tea?"

Neville seemed more scared of the tea than the lesson.

"You all right, are you, Sinclair?" Moody said.

"Yeah," Y/N said, not looking him in the eye.

His blue eye swirled around. "You've got to know. It seems harsh, maybe, but you've got to know. No point pretending... well... come on, Longbottom, I've got some books that might interest you."

He and Neville made their way back up the stairs but not before Neville gave them a pleading look.

Y/N let out a breath as soon as Professor Moody was out of sight.

"You okay?" Harry asked, looking her in the eyes, making sure he was focusing on what had just happened, and not letting his mind wander.

Y/N only hummed in response.

"I have to get to the Great Hall," Y/N said before racing down the hallway.

"I'm going to follow her," Hermione said, securing her school bag and following after Y/N, not fully trusting the fact that she was going to dinner.

"What was that about?" Ron asked.

"I don't know," Harry said as he and Ron began to break into a casual walk to the Great Hall.

"Okay that's it," Ron said. "Did something happen between you and Y/N because you're acting all weird around her. After a class like that, you'd be racing after her to check if she's okay. I mean your usually longingly looking into each other's eyes," Ron said dreamily. "Oh Harry! Oh Y/N!"

"Shut up," Harry hissed, trying to get him to keep his voice down. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yes you do," Ron insisted, coming to a halt.

Harry looked back at him annoyed. "Come off of it, nothing is different between me and Y/N."

"Yeah okay," Ron said. "Maybe not for her, but you're acting completely different. What happened?"

"Nothing," Harry shrugged, unconvincingly.

"See, why don't I believe you," Ron challenged.

Harry looked away from Ron and scoffed.

"Oh my god," Ron said, putting the pieces together. "You realized!"

"Realized what?" Harry sassed, growing impatient.

"You realized you're completely in love with her!" Ron exclaimed.

"Lower your voice," Harry hissed pushing him into an empty corridor.

"So it is true!" Ron said excitedly. "You do like her."

Harry didn't say anything but look around the hallway.

Ron's face then fell. "You couldn't have realized last year," he complained. "I could have got twenty galleons from Fred, George, and Hermione. Now Fred and George are going to win."

"What?" Harry said, snapping his head back to look at Ron.

"Never mind that," Ron said trying to brush off what he said. "You like her?"

"I mean, she's got a pretty smile, and she's really funny, and.."

"You're totally in love," Ron said. "Aww wittle Harold's got a crush." he teased in a baby voice.

"What are you three?" Harry sassed.

"Oh I'm sorry, I forgot. Only your one true love Y/N is allowed to call you that," Ron said smirking and crossing his arms.

Harry rolled his eyes, but he was trying to hide his grin.

"So....confirm or deny, you like her or not?" Ron asked.

"I don't know.." Harry said. "I see her differently than Hermione..."

"Simple yes or no Harry, do you like Y/N?"

"I don't know—"

"Do you like her?"

"I don't know Ron—"

"DO YOU LIKE Y/N SINCLAIR?"

"FIND BLOODY HELL YES I LIKE Y/N OKAY!"

"I KNEW IT!" A voice yelled running up to the boys who were in an empty corridor.

"Nice going Ron," Harry scowled.

"You're the one who shouted it for the entire hall to hear," Ron teased.

"He admitted it! Finally!" Hermione squealed running up to the two Gryffindor boys.

"What are you even doing here?" Harry asked. "I thought you were following Y/N. Is she okay?"

"I did, she was a bit shaken up but she's okay now," Hermione said quickly. "Now tell me, when did you figure it out?"

"You two are acting like toddlers," Harry said rolling his eyes.

"Stop changing the subject," Hermione insisted. "When did you realize, because we've known since the first day of school last year."

"Well I guess," Harry said looking at the ground. "Monday morning."

"Wait you didn't tell me that," Ron said excitedly. "What happened Monday morning?"

"I'm hungry, I want to get to dinner," Harry insisted trying to join the now empty hallways, given everyone was now at the Great Hall.

"No," Hermione said, pulling him back by his robes. "What happened?"

"Well, I had a....dream—"

"A dream you say?" Ron asked in a suggestive tone.

"No!" Harry said, hitting Ron with one of his school books. "Not that kind of dream."

"Well, what other kind of dream did you have?" Ron said. "There's not many options."

"Dreams about Voldemort are an option," Harry pointed out.

"Well I'm guessing this dream wasn't you shagging You-Know-Who," Ron said. "So what happened?"

"We just kissed, that's it," Harry said.

"Was it like a quick kiss?" Hermione asked. "Or an intense kiss?"

"It was a kiss Hermione, and it wasn't even REAL. Can we go to dinner now?"

"No," Ron said. "Finish talking about it."

"It was at the black lake. I kissed her. She kissed me back. I woke up," Harry said shortly. "That's it. Now let's go to dinner please."

Before they could press him for more information, he started walking in front of them while Ron started singing.

"Harry and Y/N sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G"

"Fuck off Ron!"

"Sorry I didn't know you wanted me to say 'Shagging'," Ron laughed.

Harry sighed and tried his best to ignore the teases from Ron and the giggly comments from Hermione as they made their way to the Great Hall.

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"Good morning," Y/N greeted the golden trio the next morning at breakfast. 

She decided to take a seat at the Gryffindor table and take a piece of their bacon given the Slytherin table ran out. 

"It is a good morning isn't it," Ron said, in a way too cheery voice for Harry's liking. 

"Yeah," Y/N said slowly looking at Ron who was smiling from ear to ear. "First Harry and now you're acting weird? What goes on in the Gryffindor Tower?"

"Nothing," Harry said quickly. 

"How'd you sleep Y/N?" Ron asked in a suggestive tone. "Any interesting dreams?"

Harry's fork jammed into his plate a little too loudly making people around him give him an annoyed look.

"What do you mean?" Y/N said taking a bite.

"Dreams are just so interesting, I was asking if you had any," Ron said smirking. "Harry has had some–"

"What he means is," Harry cut in, sending Ron a death glare. "Over the summer I had a weird dream about Voldemort."

"What," Y/N hissed. "You didn't tell me?"

"You didn't tell me your parents disowned you," Harry pointed out.

"Touché," Y/N said. 

"No Harry I wasn't talking about that dream," Ron said. "I was talking about—"

"Yes you were Ron," Harry said, giving him a harsh look.

Ron just smirked and went back to his food. 

"What was it about?" Y/N asked. 

"Voldemort was in some kind of house with Pettigrew, and there was a really big snake. They killed someone who was snooping on them," Harry said. 

"This is worse than me not telling you about my parents," Y/N said harshly. "I'm guessing your scar burning wasn't just a one-time thing?"

"Did you also tell Y/N about how you lied to Padfoot about your scar?" Hermione said making Harry give her an annoyed look.

Y/N turned to him and gave him a sharp look, that scared him slightly. 

"I wrote a letter telling him about it and he wrote back saying he was going to come here," Harry defended. "He was going to make sure I was safe because my scar and dream connected with a bunch of rumors he's been hearing."

"Doesn't explain why you lied to him," Y/N said, her harsh look not dropping. 

"I told him it was fine because I didn't want a chance for the dementors to get him," Harry said. "If he came back and got caught it would be my fault."

Y/N's face softened however her gaze was still demanding. "Okay, but you didn't imagine your scar hurting and you know it."

Harry nodded and turned back to his food. Y/N looked to Hermione but she was busy ruffling through a box. 

"What's in the box?" she asked. 

"No," Ron complained, throwing his head back. "Why would you ask that?"

"Funny you should ask," Hermione said happily, ignoring Ron and bringing the box onto the table. She opened the lid and Y/N peaked in to see about fifty badges with different colors on them. They all had the same letters: S.P.E.W

"What is a spew?" Y/N asked. 

"Not spew," Hermione said. "Merlin, Harry said the same thing. It's S.P.E.W. Stands for the Society for the Promotion of Elfish Welfare."

"Soulmates," Ron mouthed to Harry making him jab his food with another loud scrape. 

"I've only just started it," Hermione continued. 

"Yeah, why don't you tell Y/N how many members you have?" Ron said, taking another bite of his breakfast.

"One," Hermione said giving Ron a nasty look. "When you join of course?"

"The boys aren't members?" Y/N asked eyeing them suspiciously. 

"They're too narrow-minded," Hermione said. "They have yet to confirm or deny."

"You really expect us to go around with something labeled spew on it?" Ron said. 

"S-P-E-W," Hermione said harshly. 

"They. Like. It. They like being enslaved!" Ron exclaimed. 

"Our short-term aims," Hermione said to Y/N, speaking over him. "are to secure house-elves fair wages and working conditions. Our long-term aims include changing the law about non-wand use, and trying to get an elf into the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures because they're shockingly underrepresented."

"Okay," Y/N said intrigued. "How do we do that?"

"We start by recruiting members," Hermione said smiling that someone was actually taking her seriously. "I thought two Sickles to join—that buys a badge—and the proceeds can fund our leaflet campaign. I thought two Sickles to join—that buys a badge—and the proceeds can fund our leaflet campaign. I was going to have Ron treasurer—"

"You really want him counting money," Y/N said, making Ron scowl at her. 

"Good point. Harry was going to be secretary if he just answers my question if he wants to join," Hermione said giving him an annoyed look. 

"Well these idiots can't help you now," Y/N said. She went into her pocket and put two sickles into the tin Hermione was using to collect money. "Sign me up."

Hermione beamed and handed her a badge, and Y/N pinned it to her robes. 

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

Over the next couple of weeks, Harry's mind had been racing from worrying about Sirius to worrying about Y/N finding out about his little confession.

He noticed that Ron and Hermione seemed like the most unreliable people ever to keep a secret. Any chance Ron could, he found a way to tease or embarrass him in front of her and Hermione would always make gushy comments to him. 

Y/N seemed normal but every time Hermione would pull her off to the corner, he immediately found himself getting nervous she was spilling the beans. Usually, it was just to talk about S.P.E.W but that didn't mean he stopped being awkward around her. 

He got a bit better at hiding his embarrassment and staring by making excuses but Y/N wasn't stupid. She noticed he was acting weird.  

Harry had convinced her that he was just worried for Sirius, which against her better judgment, she decided to believe. It definitely didn't help that when she gave him a hug to assure him Sirius would be safe, Harry's face went a bright red. 

He couldn't even distract himself with quidditch, and even if quidditch was going on, he could guarantee he would be a worse seeker in history. Especially playing Slytherin when Y/N was flying through the air as a chaser in her green quidditch robes. 

Y/N however was mainly feeling stressed about Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It used to be her favorite class but ever since their first lesson on Unforgivable Curses she found herself forcing herself to get to the class. 

It got even worse when Professor Moody announced they would be practicing the Imperius Curse by being spelled with it one at a time. 

"But—but you said it's illegal, Professor," Hermione protested as Moody used his wand to clear the desks to make space for practice. "You said to use it against another human was–"

"Dumbledore wants you to know how it feels," Moody said sharply. "If you'd rather learn the hard way – when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely – fine by me. You're excused. Off you go."

Hermione looked down at the floor and muttered something about not meaning she didn't want to do the lesson. 

Y/N was too stubborn to just get up and leave class and ever since what happened to her family, she wanted to be prepared. 

He started bringing students forward and placing the curse upon them. 

Dean was forced to hop around the room singing the national anthem. Lavender was made to imitate a squirrel, and Neville did gymnastics tricks across the classroom that he definitely had never done before today. 

"Sinclair," Moody growled. "Your next."

"You got this Y/N," Harry assured, squeezing her shoulder and ignoring a snicker from Ron. 

She stepped forward, mentally preparing herself for what was about to happen. 

"Imperio!" Moody said pointing his wand at Y/N.

She stood there for a moment and began to feel wonderfully weightless. She was relaxed and was barely aware of the people staring at her as she had the curse placed upon her. 

Suddenly Moody's voice rang out in the back of her brain: Jump onto the desk. Jump on the desk.

Every bone in Y/N's body longed to have her jump right on top of one of the desks no matter the school supplies on it. 

She started to bend her knees to jump until another voice emerged in her head. 

Why the fuck would you do that? Sound's pretty stupid to me. 

Jump on the desk. Moody's voice urged again. 

No that's fucking stupid. The other voice said, more firmly this time. 

Jump NOW!

Suddenly Y/N felt her body overcome with unquestionable pain. She had tried to jump and not jump at the same time and ended up banging her knees on the desk and falling to the ground. 

"Now, that's more like it!" Moody said excitingly. The echoing space in Y/N's head stopped and she turned to realize Harry was by her side asking if she was okay. 

"Look at that, you lot...Sinclair fought! She fought it, and she damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Sinclair, and the rest of you, pay attention – watch her eyes, that's where you see it – very good, Sinclair, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!"

"He's mental," Y/N said ruffly as she, Ron, Hermione, and Harry exited the classroom once class was over. 

Harry was helping her walk given Professor Moody made her endure the pain six times until she was finally able to fully fight off the Imperius Curse. 

"By the way, he talks you think he knows we're going to be attacked any moment now," Harry said. 

Hermione and Ron agreed as they made their way down the stairs. 

"Stop fighting me Y/N let me help you to Madam Pomfrey," he hissed while Y/N was trying to get out of his grasp to walk by herself. 

"Stop making a fuss," Y/N said. "I'm fine, I have to get to the library. Didn't Professor McGonagall give you that long speech about getting ready for next year? We now have double the amount of homework than we did last year."

"An unforgivable curse was just placed upon you seven times," Harry insisted. 

"Six," Y/N corrected. "If you care that much, you can join me in the library, but I am not going to Madam Pomfrey."

"Your so stubborn," Harry said rolling his eyes. 

"We've been over this already," Y/N sighed making her way down the stairs. "Let's go."

"Yeah, Harry go to the library with Y/N," Ron smirked. "Have fun,"

"Shut up Ronald," Y/N and Harry said at the same time. 

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟎

A/N: Harry's finally not so oblivious thank god! 

Love you all!

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