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Y/N's P.O.V. 

On Halloween morning, Y/N bounded out of bed, excited for Hogsmeade, and went to wake Hermione, then she saw that Hermione wasn't in bed. With a shrug, she changed and went downstairs. At the bottom, she bumped into Harry. 

Upon seeing him, she remembered that McGonagall hadn't permitted Harry to go to Hogsmeade. He looked thoroughly depressed. 

But, despite his glum face, Y/N thought he looked...extremely attractive. His hair was messier than usual and he was wearing a black sweater. It fitted him well and black looked really good on him...

"'Morning," he said, snapping her out of her daze. "Ron and Hermione are already at the entrance hall. I'll walk you down?" 

Y/N smiled. "'Morning," she echoed. "No need. I'm staying here with you," Y/N said. She was excited for Hogsmeade, but there would be other trips. Harry was more important. 

Harry frowned. "Um, no. You're not. I want you to go enjoy," he said. "Even if it's without me," he added cheekily. Y/N shook her head childishly and crossed her arms. 

"Nope!" 

"Yep!" Harry said, grabbing her arm lightly and dragging her through the Portrait Hole and out of the common room. "You're going - I don't want you to miss out," he told her firmly. She rolled her eyes. 

She complained and fought his protests the whole way down. He just deflected her every time. Eventually, they met up with Ron and Hermione. They were speaking animatedly, probably because Crookshanks had been laying off Scabbers for a little while. 

Y/N smirked. Ron's ears were red and Hermione...well, she wasn't showing any obvious signs of being flustered. But Y/N knew. 

Once they noticed Harry and Y/N, Hermione hurried forward. "We'll bring you loads of sweets back from Honeydukes," she said, looking desperately sorry for him. 

"Yeah! And tons of Zonkos products!" added Ron. 

Harry's grip was still on Y/N's arm, but his hand slid downwards to grasp hers. She blushed. "Don't worry about me," he tried to say in an offhand voice. "Just - have fun. I'll see you at the feast." 

When Y/N attempted to protest again, he just brushed his thumb against her knuckles. That shut her up real quick. 

She let of his hand, walking to leave. When she looked back, he was gazing at her, lips curved in a slight smile. He ran a hand through his messy hair, then shoved his hands in his pockets and backed up, walking away. 

Y/N, Hermione and Ron began their walk to Hogsmeade, when they heard Malfoy leer at Harry. "Staying here, Potter? Leaving your little friends...and girlfriend?" he said the last word bitterly. Harry ignored Malfoy, but the boy continued. 

"Are you too scared, Potter? Or did your parents not sign your form - oh, wait," Malfoy smirked. 

The Boy Who Lived stopped in his tracks. Y/N whipped around, wand pointed at Malfoy. "How dare he?" 

"Yeah, hex his arse, N/N!" Ron cheered. Hermione glowered at him, putting a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. 

"Don't," she said. "You're already doing the prank later. That's enough detention." 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N shoved her wand back into her pocket as Harry ascended the staircase alone. They continued to Hogsmeade, laughing and talking. In the middle of their conversation about Sirius Black, Y/N spotted the familiar flash of a black tail in the brush. 

They reached Hogsmeade and Y/N gazed in awe. It was a beautiful, bustling village. It was decorated for Halloween, with pumpkin's on doorsteps and skeletons adorning windows. Winding roads and crooked chimneys gave the village a sense of charm - she could see why it was popular with Hogwarts's students.  

"C'mon, c'mon, its ZONKOS!" Ron yelled, pulling on Hermione's sleeve. The bushy-haired girl laughed and let her drag him away. " 'Mione, you're gonna love it! Actually, probably not, but you'd come with me anyway!" Ron grinned.

Y/N followed them with a "Don't leave me!" 

When they entered Zonkos, it was...so chaotic. Prank supplies and entertaining products lined shelves that reached the ceiling. 

Children were racing around with toy broomsticks, laughing and shouting as they played their make-believe games. "You can't catch me on my firebolt!" yelled a young boy, maybe eight. 

"That's literally a broom from the closet over there!" came the voice of a young girl. Y/N smiled to herself. 

Ron was racing from shelf to shelf, piling things in his arms. "I've been saving for this since start of term!" he said. Hermione looked on with a small smile. Y/N wandered the shelves with her friends, picking up products and reading descriptions. 

While examining the area, her eyes fell on a certain Hufflepuff. He had dark brown hair and bright grey eyes. 

Cedric Diggory caught her eye while smiling. He put placed a product back on it's shelf, then strode over to Y/N, Ron and Hermione. "Hey, Ced!" she exclaimed. 

"Hey, you little pest," he said with a grin. "Hi, Ron, Hermione," Cedric greeted, like the gentleman he was. 

The two looked surprised at the fact that Cedric knew their names, but they cheerily said, "Hello!" back. Then, Ron asked, "Are you here alone?" 

"Nah, my friends are..somewhere in here. Got distracted by all the joke stuff," answered Cedric with a shrug. Then, he continued, "Anyway, what've you been up to, Y/N?" he asked, putting an arm around her shoulders. 

"Not much, got a few detentions from Snape," she said casually. 

Cedric nodded, "Obviously, wouldn't be Y/N Sterling if you didn't." Ron laughed in agreement. "Anything else?" 

"Er- yeah. Elijah, the twins and I have our prank planned. It took a while - usually we do it beginning of October. We're doing it tonight," she explained. 

"I'm not involved. Get me involved, I'll pie you in the face this Christmas," he chuckled, running a hand through his dark brown hair. 

Y/N grinned. "Did your parents not tell you? I'm not coming to your house this Christmas," she told him. 

Then, she turned to Hermione and placed some products in her arms. Y/N picked some more off the shelf and piled them in her best friend's arms as well. Hermione huffed. "Thanks, 'Mione!

Cedric looked confused, "Why? Did something come up? Will it be a full mo-" 

She cut him off, widening her eyes. Her friend's didn't know about Remus's lycanthropy. "You're not going either," Y/N said quickly. He raised a brow. "Your parents are going on vacation to Barcelona, you're staying here." 

The Hufflepuff scrunched up his nose. "What! Why aren't they taking me? Why didn't they tell me!" 

Y/N shrugged, "they sent Remus a letter, he told me. Now, I'm seeing that my Twin Troubles are approaching and that's our cue to leave!" she said, pulling Ron and Hermione to the cash register. They paid for their things, said thank you and left. 

Then, they explored the other amazing sights that Hogsmeade had to offer. 

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"There you go!" Ron said. "we got as much as we could carry." 

Y/N, Ron and Hermione dumped a pile of brightly coloured sweets and a plethora of interesting Zonko's Joke Products into Harry's lap. Y/N could feel her face start to thaw from the warmth of the fire. 

"Thanks," Harry said. "So, where'd you go?" 

Ron burst into explanation, detailing their shopping, talking about Zonkos, Dervish and Banges, Honeydukes and the Three Broomsticks. The Butterbeer there was heavenly, warm and melting on their tongues. They promised Harry they'd bring some back for him next time. 

"So, what did you do?" asked Y/N. 

"Get any homework done?" added Hermione, hopefully. 

"No," said Harry. Then, he turned to Y/N, "I went to your uncle's office, though. He's really nice, made me a cup of tea and everything," he said with a smile. 

"You're just feeding his tea and coffee addiction," said Y/N with a brief laugh. If anyone even mentioned three things around Remus: tea, coffee and chocolate, he would start blabbering about them. 

Harry's expression turned grim as he remembered something. "And then Snape came in...gave Lupin a potion, or something." 

Mouth agape, Ron gasped, "Lupin drank it? Is he mad?" 

"Watch it, Weasley," growled Y/N. Ron gave her a sheepish grin and a mumbled apology. 

Why would her uncle drink something offered by...Snape? 

Just then, Fred, George and Elijah bounded into the common room. Some Gryffindors threw glares at Elijah, seeing his Slytherin tie, but calmed down when they saw that he was with Fred and George. 

"Ellie!" 

"Hi, you rascal," he grinned. "Haven't seen your pretty face in forever, missed it." 

She blushed furiously, punching him lightly on the arm. "Shut up, Collins," Y/N mumbled. "Anyway, hey, carrot heads. You got everything?" she asked. 

The three of them saluted to her, revealing bags of supplies in their hands. The group of pranksters trades glances and mischievous grins. 

Y/N turned back to Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione were locked in conversation about...astronomy? Maybe Ron needed help, or something, because Y/N knew he'd never ask about that unless it was for homework purposes. Ever. 

Then, her gaze shifted to Harry. His jaw was clenched slightly, eyes fixed on the floor. Weird. 

"You okay?" Y/N whispered to him as Fred, George and Elijah talked. 

Harry came back to his senses, looking at her with a smile. "Hm? Oh, yeah," he said. 

"Alright..." said Y/N slowly. She'd ask him about it later. "Anyway, bye you lot! See you at the feast," she said with a cheeky grin. Y/N got up and Fred, George, Elijah and she departed, laughing heartily at what they were about to do. 

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Harry's P.O.V. 

Harry watched Y/N's departing figure, laughing and talking with Elijah Collins, the guy who just flirted with her. 

He had met Elijah. He had liked Elijah. He was funny and charismatic - but he put it on thick around Y/N. 

Hermione and Ron hadn't noticed Collins's obvious flirting, because if they did, Ron would've punched the Slytherin for advancing on his sister. Even if Hermione did notice, she probably would've given Y/N a thumbs up. 

It was like a fire had been lit in his chest, his breathing quickened as his fists tightened - and then, "Why do I even care?" he asked himself. It wasn't like they were dating. Everyone was at perfect liberty to flirt with her. 

People did, oh yes, they did. It had been happening since the beginning of second year. Y/N always declined politely (or rudely, depending on the person). But now...seeing that she didn't shut Elijah down, how she was blushing...

Y/N would only allow that if she liked him back. 

And that killed Harry. 

But it shouldn't. 

"We'd better go down to the feast soon," started Hermione. "It starts in twenty minutes," she continued, snapping her fingers in front of Harry's eyes to get his attention. 

"Harry, mate, are you okay?" Ron asked worriedly. 

Harry nodded vaguely and convinced himself he didn't care. "Yeah, I'm fine," he answered. "Do you know what the prank is?" he distracted them. 

Ron and Hermione shook their heads. "Y/N refused to tell me, even after I offered her ten galleons," said Hermione. 

"No luck with the twins either," added Ron. "They won't budge." 

"Guess we'll find out," said Harry, rising from his armchair. Ron and Hermione followed suit, then they exited the Portrait Hole and headed to the Great Hall for the Halloween Feast. 

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The Great Hall had been decorated with hundreds of candles and pumpkins, a cloud of fluttering very alive bats and orange party streamers. The Halloween spirit was accentuated with the fact that every single Hogwarts ghost was present. 

Harry, Ron and Hermione had just sat down when Y/N came to them, huffing and puffing like she had ran there from the other side of the castle. She took her seat beside Harry, across from Hermione. 

Y/N's eyes kept flickering to the staff table, landing on Lupin. He was talking cheerily with Professor Flitwick. 

Harry let his gaze wander to Snape. Was he imagining it, or were Snape's eyes drifting towards Lupin more often than natural? 

"So, wanna explain what your prank is?" Harry asked, nudging Y/N. 

"Hmmm...nope!" she replied with a grin. Then, she turned to the front where Dumbledore stood. 

The elderly wizard stood at his chair as though he was about to give a speech. But, with his eyes twinkling, Dumbledore simply said, "Happy Halloween, tuck in!" 

And Y/N's grin grew so wide. Harry was honestly worried.

Food appeared on their tables. Dishes and platters of every kind, chicken, salads, beef, deserts - it was heavenly. Harry grabbed anything he could and dumped it on his plate. They all did, except Y/N, who was still smirking. 

Harry took one bite, basking in the taste, in the glory of the food- 

Then, all Hell broke lose. 

The first person to scream was Snape. The student's looked up to see his hair was a bright, neon pink. 

The orange streamers on the ceiling turned into a shower of orange juice, drenching everyone with a sweet citrus smell. The benches they sat on were transfigured into giant Flobberworms and the pumpkins...they came alive. 

Everyone looked around, screaming at the top of their lungs. Ron's hair was swamp green, Hermione's hair was a light lavender.  

"HARRY!" 

"WHAT?"

"YOUR HAIR IS BLUE!" 

"YOURS IS GREEN! HERMIONE, YOURS IS LAVENDER!" 

"WHAT" 

Y/N was roaring with laughter, clutching her stomach. She had almost slid off the...flobberworm. Her hair was normal, since she hadn't touched the food. But what perplexed Harry was how she was completely dry. Not a lick of orange juice on her. 

Fred, George and Elijah came over, howling with laughter as well. They all laughed at the students and the teachers, ignoring Snape's dangerous sneer. 

Hagrid, who's mane was red, was roaring. Lupin was laughing heartily as well, despite his yellow hair. Harry saw him send a wink at Y/N, then mouth something. Y/N seemed to have understood, for she winked back.

Dumbledore, with a neon green beard, was smiling widely. Even McGonagall, who's hair was now a beautiful mauve, gave a little chuckle. Snape threw them all glares, striding angrily out of the Hall, pink hair swinging. When he passed Y/N, she took out her wand and turned his robes pink as well.

He gave her three detentions. 

Then, he gave the four pranksters three detentions. 

Y/N got six detentions from one teacher. In five minutes. New school record. 

A living pumpkin snuck up behind Harry and tapped him on the shoulder. He let out a scream, bashing the pumpkin in the head with a goblet. It smashed the pumpkin, sending pulp flying everywhere.

"OH MY MERLIN" He, Ron and Hermione yelled together. 

The Pranksters just grinned, reveling in their success. Well, at least for now. 

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Once the professors had scourgified the whole Great Hall, gave Y/N and the twins one more detention (Y/N now had seven, the others had four), everyone cleaned themselves up. 

The Pranksters gave in, eventually, and turned everyone's hair back to normal. Immediately, all those effected were either in awe, or absolutely terrified. Harry decided he was awed. 

On the way back up to the common room, Harry, Ron and Hermione burst into questions. 

"How did you-" 

"Was it the food?-" 

"Was that an animation spell?-" 

"How did you not get drenched?" asked Harry. He didn't know why it was important. It just was. 

Y/N chuckled, her lungs still heaving from the roaring laughter that had occurred earlier. "Yes, it was the food, yes that was an animation spell," she answered Ron and Hermione first. Then, she turned to Harry. 

"Liquid repelling charm," she said simply, turning the corner towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. 

The rush of students abruptly halted. 

"Why isn't anyone going in?" said Ron curiously

"Dunno," replied Harry, craning his head to look over the crowd. The portrait seemed to be closed. 

"Everyone! Everyone, move! Let  me through, I'm Head Boy!" called a pompous voice. Harry rolled his eyes. 

Then, a chilling silence fell over the crowd. Everyone froze, so the quartet did as well. Then, they heard Percy say in a sharp, commanding voice: "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

Next moment, Harry saw Dumbledore's midnight blue robes whip through the throng of students. They parted to let him pass, trying to figure out what the bloody hell was happening. 

"Oh - oh my!" Hermione said, grabbing onto Ron's arm. Y/N did the same to Harry. 

The Fat Lady was nowhere to be seen. The Portrait had a long, ragged slash through it and the edges were teared and fraying. Bits of canvas littered the floor and chunks of the painting were completely missing. 

"What happened?" Harry thought. 

Professor Dumbledore turned to the crowd with a grave face, his eyes searching. He located Professors McGonagall, Lupin and Snape. "We must find her," said Dumbledore in a somber voice. "Professor McGonagall, please find Mr. Filch and tell him to search every painting in Hogwarts for the Fat Lady." 

Harry saw something zoom through the air, resting over the crowd. 

"Well, you lot will be lucky!" cackled Peeves, bobbing over the students, looking delighted. 

"You're literally dead," Harry thought. "You're already unlucky." 

Dumbledore fixed his stare on Peeves. "Whatever do you mean, Peeves?" he asked calmly. Peeve's grin faded slightly - he would never insult the Headmaster, not to his face, anyway. In the place of his cackle, he adopted a voice laced with malice. Not much better to Harry, but Dumbledore ignored it. 

"Ashamed, Headmaster. Doesn't want to be seen, a horrible mess, really," said Peeves. "Seen her running through the Forest Portrait on the fourth floor, did I, crying something dreadful," he said happily. 

Dumbledore raised a brow. 

"Poor thing," Peeves added, unconvincingly. 

"Why does Dumbledore even keep this git around?" grumbled Harry, in his mind. 

In a quiet but firm voice, Dumbledore asked, "Did she say who did it?" 

"Oh yes, Heady-mastery," said Peeves, floating around Dumbledore's head. All the students stood silent with bated breaths. "He got very...angry, when she refused to let him enter, you see," he grinned. 

"Yeah, evidently," Y/N whispered to the group, eyeing the slashed portrait. 

Peeves flipped over and grinned at Dumbledore from between his legs. "Nasty temper, he's got, that Sirius Black." 

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Y/N's P.O.V. 

Y/N's mind was reeling. Professor Dumbledore had sent all the Gryffindors to the Great Hall, where they were joined in ten minutes by the other Houses. They all looked extremely confused. 

The Professors were to conduct a search of the castle while the students had to say in the Great Hall for the night, supervised by the Prefects. As Professor Dumbledore exited, he waved his wand. The House Tables was pushed to the side and in their place, hundreds of squashy purple sleeping bags appeared. 

"Sleep well," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind him. 

"Yeah, like that'll happen," mumbled Ron. "With a raving lunatic 'bout the castle." 

Y/N chuckled, the weight of the situation hadn't exactly sunk in yet. 

"Everyone!" shouted Percy. "Into your sleeping bags!" 

Hermione grabbed Harry and Ron's arms, dragging them to find sleeping bags while Y/N led the way. They took their spot in a corner, slid into their sleeping bags and propped themselves up on their elbows to talk. 

Their position was, from left to right, this: Ron, Hermione, Y/N, Harry. 

"Do you think Black's still in the castle?" Hermione whispered anxiously. 

"Dumbledore obviously thinks so," answered Harry, fiddling with his sleeves. 

Y/N said, "It's very lucky he chose today, the one day we weren't in the tower..." she trailed off with a worried glance at Harry - the one who Black was after. 

"Reckon he's lot track of time," Ron said. "Been on the run for so long...if he knew, he would've come bursting in here," he gestured to the Hall. 

Harry nodded in agreement, Y/N and Hermione shuddered. 

Whispered conversations were happening all around them, centered around the same question: "How did Black even get inside?" 

"Disguised himself, probably," said Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff in Y/N's year. 

Dean suggested, "Maybe he flew in?" 

"Maybe he apparated," said Ron in a hushed whisper. "You know," he snapped his fingers, "Just appeared." Y/N gave Hermione a look. Harry just looked confused. 

"Hasn't anyone but Y/N and I read "Hogwarts: A History" ?" she snapped. 

Y/N grumbled, "Only 'cause you made me," she interjected, then shut up when Hermione shushed her. 

"Probably," said Harry. "Why?" 

"Hogwarts is protected by more than walls, you know. There's a load of enchantments, you can't just apparate here," Hermione scoffed, nose in the air. "Just apparate, he says," she muttered disdainfully. 

Ron rolled his eyes. 

"Lights are going off, now!" Percy yelled, "I want everyone in their sleeping bags, no speaking." 

A hush fell over the hall as the candles blew out. The only light came from the shine of the Ghosts and the stars twinkling in the enchanted ceiling of the Great Hall. Hermione rolled over to face Ron, Y/N rolled over to face Harry. 

She didn't care what Harry said about not being scared. Black was after him. Black wanted to kill him. Y/N had to check up on him. 

Y/N turned to him and saw that his eyes were closed and he had taken off his glasses. "Harry!" she whispered in the lightest tone she could. When he didn't reply, she poked his arm. "Harry!" she repeated. 

"Y/N?" he whispered back, putting his glasses back on. 

While his hands were free from the sleeping bag, Y/N grabbed one, holding it. She didn't know what possessed her to do that, but she knew he needed comfort. "Are you okay?" 

"Y/N, I'm fine," he said, giving her hand a squeeze. "You need to stop worrying." 

She gave him an offended look. "No! Black is in the castle, Black is after you" Y/N whispered-yelled. 

Harry looked at her. "He can't do anything with Dumbledore here," he stated. 

"If you were anywhere near the common room, you could've died. You could have died! " she said, ignoring his point about Dumbledore. 

"Come on, I'm the Boy Who Lived. It'd be a bit embarrassing if I got stabbed to death," he said with a grin. 

Seeing Y/N's deadpan look, he shut up. "Please, just...at least be worried. Tell me you're worried," she said firmly. "For me? Just say it!" 

Harry rolled his eyes and smirked. "I'm so worried for you," he said with a cocky grin. 

"Harry!" she went to hit him lightly. 

"Y/N!" he caught her wrist with his free hand.

"Go away!" she said grumpily, making to turn away from Harry. 

His hand released her wrist and slid to her arm, keeping her facing him. "You can't end the conversation that easily," Harry said. 

Y/N gave him a challenging look, "And why is that, Potter?" 

"You'd miss my handsome face," he replied cheekily, grin widening even more when she groaned. Maybe it was true, but Harry did not need to know that. 

"Shut your face-" 

"My handsome one-?"

"Sterling! Potter! What part of 'silence' do you not understand?" scolded Percy. What a prat. 

Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed and Harry laughed. They fell silent, though, their hands stayed intertwined. 

If Ron saw this, he'd go berserk at Harry, then look to Y/N and scold her. Honestly, Y/N was glad that the hall was dark and that Ron was too busy whispering to Hermione - well, until Percy had told everyone to shut up once more. 

Suddenly, Y/N heard the door open. It was Dumbledore, coming in to check on the students. Then, another creak of the door - by the sound of the striding footsteps, Severus Snape had entered the room. 

"We have searched everywhere," said Snape, his footsteps stopping. 

"The Owlery? Astronomy Tower?" challenged Dumbledore. 

"Yes, everywhere," Snape confirmed. 

Snape took a couple more steps, Y/N didn't know where to, since her eyes were closed. "And...do you have any theories of...how Black got in?" Snape said in a low voice. 

Dumbledore's sigh rung through the silent Hall. "Many, Severus. Every one as unlikely as the next," he said. 

Slowly, almost cautiously, Snape asked, "And you do remember the conversation we had at the beggining of term-" 

"Yes, Severus," said Dumbledore. There was a tinge of warning in his voice. 

"It seems almost impossible that Black could have entered Hogwarts without inside help-" 

"I do not believe that anyone in this castle would aid Black in his endeavors," Dumbledore said firmly, signaling that the conversation would go no further. 

Y/N knew what Snape meant. She knew he hated Remus - that glare Snape gave her uncle told her everything. That greasy-haired weasel suspected Remus of helping Black and it made Y/N want to grab her wand and-

"Y/N!" whispered Harry, Ron and Hermione in sync. 

"What?" 

"Did you hear that?" said Ron, raising his voice so it could travel across Hermione and to Y/N. 

"No, I've gone deaf." 

"She heard it!" supplied Harry. 

"Shh, you four! For the last time, or ill take points away! Yes, from my own house and brother, Ron!" said Percy. What a git. 

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Sirius Black was the talk of school for the next few days. The theories about how he broke in were getting wilder and wilder; Y/N thought it was stupid. Hannah Abott, from Hufflepuff, was telling anyone who would listen that Black could turn into a flowering shrub. 

The portrait of the Fat Lady had been replaced by none other than Y/N's dear friend - 

"Sir Cardigan!" she greeted cheerily, exiting the common room with Dean. 

"It's Cadogan!" the knight corrected. 

"Bye, Sir Cardigan," Y/N said firmly, walking away. 

She and Dean continued down the hall. It was Saturday morning and Y/N was walking Dean to the Great Hall (he was meeting up with Seamus), then she'd circle back to the common room and hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Soooo," Dean said, nudging her side. "What does Y/N Sterling think of the Great Break In of Sirius Black?" asked Dean, dramatically. 

She shrugged. "I dunno, Dean. I mean, maybe the Dementors slacked off, anything could have happened." 

"You're so wise, N/N. 'Anything could have happened,' thank you. Thank you so much," Dean teased. She stuck out her tongue and made to trip him, but he avoided it. 

"He terrifies me," said Dean. "What if he breaks into my dorm with a knife?" 

"Then I guess you'll die, probably," Y/N said sarcastically. 

Dean scoffed and changed the topic. "Your uncle is seriously so cool," he said offhandedly. "I mean, really cool." 

Y/N smiled. "Thank you, Sir Thomas. I shall inform him with haste, my liege," she said with a grandiose voice and a half-bow. 

"I don't know what went wrong with you, though," he continued smugly. Y/N gasped dramatically, putting her hand to her heart. 

"My king! That is no way to speak to your humble citizen!" she jokingly reprimanded as they turned a corner, getting closer to the hall. 

"Your only king is Harry-"

"Woah! Is that Seamus? At the Great Hall? That's your cue, Dean!" she exclaimed. "Go away now!" 

He playfully shoved her, then walked over to Seamus. They two shot Y/N a wave as she turned around and walked the way they came. 

She was thinking about lunch when she bumped into something - someone. 

"Kid!"

"Dad!" she grinned, giving him a quick hug. "Did you enjoy my amazing, spectacular, mind boggling prank?" 

Remus sighed, then lowered his voice to a whisper, "Don't tell the other teachers," he said. "But..." 

"Buuuutttt.....?" Y/N said hopefully. 

"It was pretty amazing," he admited. "Very well thought out, the orange juice was an excellent touch." 

Y/N looked proud. "That was my idea," she told him, pleased. 

"That's...soooo believable, kid!" 

"Go away." 

"Okay, bye!" 

"Wait no!" 

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"Sirius Black!"

"Sirius Black!" 

"Sirius Black-" 

"SHUT UP" Hermione roared at her three friends, who were repetitively saying the name of the mass murderer. She had said the topic was getting annoying, so they did what they did best. Annoyed her. 

"Well, Hermione, that's not very nice," pouted Ron. Y/N and Harry nodded in agreement. 

"Yeah, especially with the first Quidditch game coming up," said Harry. 

Hermione raised a brow. "Why should Quidditch matter?" 

"Because, if you make me sad I'll play bad," Harry explained mockingly earnestly. "We can't lose to Hufflepuff." 

Y/N nodded for one reason. "Yeah, he has to beat Hufflepuff. I want to make fun of Cedric!" she said. "That's why you have to stop being mean, Hermione." 

Hermione scoffed. "Well, the game isn't going to be very interesting. The weathers been muggy for days! The crowd won't be able to see anything," she pointed out. 

The other three shrugged, then Harry said, "Quidditch is always fun, even without the sun."

"The Boy Who Lived was a poet and he didn't even know it," Y/N said sagely. They all burst into laughter and Ron recovered first. 

"Now, back to Black-" 

"SHUT UP!" 

─── ☆: *.⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ .* :☆ ─── 

kinda short?? idk, next chapter is Quiddiitcchh :) 

a huge shoutout to: 

@AddieDaughter for being my first comment(er)!

annddd

@dev_jha7 for being my second comment(er)! 

i appreciate everyone who reads, votes and comments on my book <3 

love y'all!! 

-dizzyann1e