࿐ ˚ . ✦𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝~ (𝚊𝚍𝚓) 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚝✦ . ˚ ࿐

              (𝕪/𝕟) 𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕦𝕡 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 her soft sheets, body shaking from the mixture of fear and chill of the air that clashed with the warmness of her skin her bed had created. She turned her head to see Hermione doing the same while holding Crookshanks. (y/n)'s mind couldn't help but travel to the darkest of places and the worst of thoughts, thinking of all the possiblities of wrong the world had to offer in such a short lifetime. The two girls silently begged in their heads that the ear piercing screech didn't come from Harry or Ron. 

They hurriedly rush to each others side, linking arms while following the commotion that led to the Gryffindor common room. Upon entering, their eyes scan the bright room, revealing Professor McGonagall in her night gown. Her usual tight bun now freely flowing hair that lay on her shoulders. Around her, were frantic Gryffindor students, Ron and Harry being among them.

Hermione and (y/n) found a spot near Ron, who was standing in front of McGonagall with a look of pure fear. 

"That is preposterous, Weasley," McGonagall said. "I mean how could Sirius Black possibly get through the portrait hole?" 

(y/n) visibly tensed beside Hermione, heart beginning to race as the mere thought of Sirius Black being inside the very walls in which she stood, the people around her not knowing the future that was ahead. The people not knowing that the closer Sirius got, the closer Harry's demise came. 

"I don't know how he got in!" Ron squeaked, voice cracking. "I was a bit busy dodging his knife," he defended. 

McGonagall softly spoke as she turned to face Percy, who was standing next to Ron. "Percy," she said, "have you seen Sir Cadagon?" 

"I- uhh-," the head boy stuttered as he looked around, finally spotting the man in the painting. "Oh, he's there professor." 

Professor McGonagall pushed through the crowd of students, making her way to the enchanted art pieces. "Sir Cadagon. Sir Cadagon?" 

The painting realized he was being beckoned, and gave a bouquet of flowers to the lady he was conversing with. "Ah, how can I serve you ma'am?" 

"Excuse me, is it possible that you let a mysterious man into Gryffindor Tower, tonight?"

As she spoke, the man jumped from canvas to canvas, the hundreds of eyes seeking answers following him as his shiny armor clanged. "Certainly good lady. He had the password, on a little piece of paper in fact." 

Professor McGonagall shut her eyes in disapointment, slowly turning around as the words left her mouth. "Someone foolishly wrote down the passwords, and then proceeded to lose them? Is it always going to be you?" 

Everyone's eyes flickered to Neville, whose head was down in guilt and embarrassment. "Well, Sirius Black is gone tonight," said McGonagall as she patted Neville's shoulder comfortingly. "I  think you can all safely assume that he will at some future time attempt to return. Now I speak for the entire staff when I say, while we take every precaution to ensure your safety, it is incumbent upon yourselves to act responsibly. Understood?" 

"Yes, professor," the pupils muttered. 

"Very well then, off you go. And remember, act responsibly." 

As the students made their way back to their respected dormitories, the quartet stayed back, Ron not hesitating to say something about the cat that was snuggled in Hermione's arm's. 

"And this bloody cat ate my rat," he accused. 

"That's a lie!" Hermione yelled, visibly trying her hardest not to cry. 

"It is not and you bloody well know it." 

"Ron, seriously? Go back to bed if you have nothing better to do than constantly terrorize Hermione's cat," (y/n) scolded, Ron giving one last glare at Crookshanks before he turned around and headed back to bed.

The girl looked around, the person she was really wanting to talk to being Harry. She spotted him, sitting on one of the small couches, staring aimlessly into the crackling flames. 

"Are you coming, (y/n)?" Hermione asked still upset, making her way to the stairs.

"Uh, yeah I'll meet you back, ok?" Hermione nodded, heading back, leaving the room to Harry and (y/n).

She walked over to the sofa, the boy not even flinching at her presense. 

He finally spoke, hands clutched together in anger. "I could've killed him. He was right there."

"Harry-"

"He was close enough to touch, I could've killed him," Harry speaks like there was another being taking over him. A sort of ruthless expression that (y/n) had never seen on him before.

"Harry...he's gone for tonight, ok? Why don't we just go back to sleep," (y/n) spoke carefully, not wanting to talk about the topic of Sirius Black in fear of revealing too much.

Harry broke from his trance, realizing his tone. "Yeah..." 

It didn't feel right to (y/n), keeping so much to herself for so long. She just didn't know the conflicts that awaited her.

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The group (minus Hermione), walked down the corridors while students small talk floated chaotically through the air. As they strolled, a familiar bushy-haired girl walked their way, holding a small piece of parchment in her clenched hands. 

"Here to defend Crookshanks?" Ron grumbled, (y/n) giving him a cold look and a slap to the back of his head. 

"No," Hermione's voice trembled as she held out the piece of parchment. "I got this note from Hagrid this morning. Hagrid lost his case, Buckbeak might be executed." 

(y/n) grabbed the parchment from Hermione, the corners folding over with a crinkling sound, as she read it out loud with some parts being smeared with damp teardrops. 

𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙷𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎, 

𝚆𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙷𝚘𝚐𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚜.

𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍

The group went silent as they processed the information. "no, no, no," (y/n) muttered in frustration. "There must be something else we can do, right Hermione?" 

Hermione stood in silence, shaking her head in disagreement, "We'll have to go talk to Hagrid for the details, I'm hoping the sentencing is negotiable."

"Well, what are we waiting for?" (y/n) walked down the corridors, her friends hurriedly following her. As they make their way to Hagrid outside, Ron and Hermione can't help but bicker about Scabbers.

"Beautiful day," Hermione said, walking alongside (y/n). 

"Gorgeous," Ron said with sarcasm. "Unless of course you've been ripped to pieces." 

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"Harry don't be daft what else would they be talking about," (y/n) murmered.

"Because I didn't lose my rat, her cat killed him," Ron said with a squeak.

"Rubbish," Hermione scowled, her walk getting more dramatic by the second. 

They arrive to the lake where Hagrid is standing, pants pulled up as his legs were submerged in the water. His hair was combed, a large fur coat on his back with an inexpensive polkadotted tie clinging to his neck. On the horizon green hills rose, their texture visible to anyone who looked at it creating the visual of a painting. Soft clouds were scattered, creating a gloomy atmosphere that engulfed your skin and mind while their mistiness showed the view behind. The water lay still, the only movement being the symmetrical ripples and splashes created by the medium sized rocks that Hagrid was throwing. As they skipped lightly across the waters surface, the birds chirped in a haunting melody, singing a happy tune as Hagrid sunk in his own dread.

The quartet stood on a sea of pebbles nestled behind the giant, Harry and (y/n) proceeding to sit on a large log. "What exactly was the hearing like, Hagrid?" (y/n) asked gently after a few minutes of silence.

"Well, firs' off, the Committee members took turns talkin' why we were ther'." Hagrid paused, angrily chucking the smooth stone he was tossing in his hands through the lake. "An' then I got up an' said my peace. Said how Buckbeak was the bes' Hippogriff out ther', always cleaned 'is feathers. An' then, Lucius Malfoy go' up. Well, you can imagine, he said Buckbeak was a deadly an' dangerous creature who would kill ya as soon as he looked at ya." 

"Then?" Hermione asked. 

"An' then he asked for the wors', good ole' Lucius," Hagrid answered, continuing to skip the stones. 

"They're not sacking you are they?" Ron wondered aloud. 

"No, I'm not sacked," there was a short pause as Hagrid answered. "Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!" Hagrid sobbed, dropping the stone he held in his hand. Harry and (y/n) rose from the log as they comforted Hagrid throughout the afternoon. 

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Professor Trelawney's nasally voice filled the ears of the sleeping students in Divinations, Ron's snores audible. Crystal balls sitting in the middle of each table, a pearly mist swirling inside as they sit on a wooden stand holding the future. 

"You must look beyond the art of crystal gazing, it is in the clearing of the inner eye! Only then can you see. "

(y/n) chuckled at the claim, basking in the fact that all she needs to 'see' is touch something with nothing but the tips of her fingers. Divinations class made her uncomfortable in general, for most of the things they learned correlated with seeing the future which constantly reminded her of the unfortunate gift she possesed. 

"What do we have here?" Trelawney asked, causing the three that had been laying on the round table to spring up straight. 

"Oh, do you mind me trying?" Hermione asked, eagerness evident in the way she spoke and the beaming smile across her face. "The Grim. Possibly."

Trelawney didn't even bother looking into the crystal ball before leaning towards Hermione. "My dear, from the first moment you stepped foot in my class, I sensed," Trelawney picks up Hermione's hand with her palm facing up, "that you did not possess the proper spirit for the noble art of Divination. You see here, oh you may be young in years, but the heart that beats beneath your bosom is as shriveled as an old maids. Your soul as dry as the pages of the books to which you so desperately cleave." 

Hermione's once excited smile faltered to a tempered frown as she pulled back her hand from Trelawney's grip, standing up from her seat. After slinging her bag over her shoulder and before making her way out, she pushed the crystal ball, sending it rolling onto the floor with a thud in the same direction in which she walked. The class began to whisper louder, the three best friends looking at each other in shock at the intelligent girl's sudden outburst.

"Have I said something?" Trelawney asked innocently, before standing up and moving on to the next table. 

"Harry...you don't think it was actually the Grim do you?" (y/n) feared the answer to her question, the haunting symbol appearing before something went bad. She did not want to look into the crystal ball in fear of what she would see, but the pull was so strong.

"Let's bloody hope not," Ron expressed, concerned. 

Harry stared thoughtlessly, his mind trained to turn everything off when his thoughts got too overwhelming. On his limply rested hand, (y/n) placed her own. She made the mistake of glancing into the powdery mist of the glass orb earlier, knowing her inner eye was so open that she surely would see something. She was right.

It wasn't anything scary, all she saw was the clouds miraculously surrounding a soft glowing moon, the different shades of colors twinkling like the Sun's reflection on the water. The moon stayed stationary, the tiny image not morphing or contorting. Maybe it was a hint, but as far as she concerned, it was just a prediction of her nightly habit of looking at the sky. 

Class came to an end, and the trio made their way out of the classroom, down the bent stairwell. 

"She's gone mental, Hermione has. I mean, not that she wasn't always mental, but now it's certainly open for everyone to see." Ron teased, his expression serious. 

"Oh please Ron, Hermione could put on a shirt that was in a color you don't like and you'd think she belonged in the cuckoos nest." (y/n) bit back, laughing.

"Hang on," Harry said as he stopped on the staircase. "We better take this back," he said, picking up the crystal ball that Hermione had knocked over only moments prior. 

"I'm not going back." Ron protested.

"Fine, I'll see you later," Harry muttered, making his way up the stairs.

"I'll go, Harry," (y/n) said nonchalantly, moving next to him. 

They enter the Divinations classroom to find it empty, Harry stepping up to Trelawney's desk to place the crystal ball securely back onto the stand. As he does, he pauses, which doesn't go without notice.

"Harry, are you-" (y/n) is interrupted by a hand abruptly being placed on Harry's shoulder, making him jump. It was only Professor Trelawney, but it looked like it was only the shell of her, the life in her eyes looking almost robotic. 

"Professor Trelawney," Harry said, but was only met with the professor breathing as though her throat was constricted.

"He will return, soon," she said in a sinister voice.

"Sorry?" (y/n) said, but Trelawney didn't respond. 

"Soon, he who betrayed his friends and got away with murder shall break free. Innocent blood shall be spilled and servant and master shall be reunited." She finished, Harry gasping for air as fear consumes him. Trelawney whips around in a demonic manner, placing a hand on (y/n)'s head. "You hold the power. You hold the secrets. Those who follow him will keep you for their own advantage. There are many secrets that lay within your skin to which you are unaware of. Stay with the boy. Your fates are connected. Save Harry Potterrrrr." 

She finished the last sentence with a heaving exhale, coughing as if she had a hairball, looking with confusion at the students. "I'm so sorry dears. Did you say something?"

"N-no, nothing," Harry gulped, as the two rushed out of the classroom dragging each other by the hand, hoping this was all one big joke. 

As they ran, they came to a stop, giving each other terrified looks. 

"We'll talk about it later," (y/n) gasped, Harry nodding frantically in agreement. 

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The two met in the common room, awkwardly sitting legs touching on the soft sofa. 

"Ok...what the hell was that?" (y/n) asked, referring to the strange encounter the two had just had with the Divinations professor.

"I have no clue. I mean...she said our fates were connected and that innocent blood would be shed? I don't get it," Harry played with his robe as he stared into the fire.

Trelawney had told (y/n) that had to save him, but was she referring to the dementors in her vision, or was it something bigger? 

"Yeah...me either. Harry, I think there's something else we should talk about." (y/n) turned her head so he could see her in his peripheral vision, to which he turned and realized her seriousness. 

"Oh, um...alright"

"That-that night...uh. I don't really know how to bring it up without being awkward, but I'll try." She took a deep breath. "What was it?"

Harry gulped as he ran his hand through his hair, "Well you know, it was the only way to make Snape uncomfortable. Lessen the blow of the punishment, but it was just us pretending we were snogging. I mean you didn't even-" He stopped, looking out the window and avoiding eye contact.

"What? I didn't even kiss you on the lips?"

"Um- well-," he sighed, "yeah...something like that."

"Alright, so then we are saying that it was purely acting. Just in the name of not getting in trouble?" 

Harry nodded, "Seems fair."

(y/n) was a little disappointed as to how the conversation ended up, but at least she could stop thinking about it. 

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Today was the day. It was time to attend detention with Snape. 

(y/n) left about ten minutes early to meet up with Ron and Harry in one of the vacant corridors. She stood waiting, making note of the poor care of the hallway. The usual glossy floors remained dirty, mud prints littering the surface. The sunlight streaming through the window was scattered in broken up pieces from the layer of dust that accumulated on the panes. It smelled mustier than the normal corridors and the general atmosphere was off. 

She heard Harry's laugh angelically drift through the dusty air, making her smile at the increased heart rate and nervous breathing it gave her, but also at the fact that she didn't have to wait for them anymore. 

"(y/n), sorry we're late, we got this note from Hagrid," Harry defended, holding up a fresh piece of parchment. 

"Oh no. Well, if we have time after this...discussion, then you can read it to me. Soon we're going to have to talk about what happened earlier Harry."  

The three gather in a tight circle, looking around before softly speaking amongst themselves. 

"Ok, do we know the plan?" (y/n) asked, a nod coming from both boys. "Good. Remember your job and queue, don't forget about timing. After, we go straight back to the common room where Hermione will have our backs if anyone accuses us of anything." 

Detention was starting in three minutes, so the Gryffindor's made their way to the Potions classroom. As they entered, Professor Snape stood threateningly at his desk. 

"Nice of you three to show," Snape hissed, walking over to the cowering third years. "Now, for today you need to scrub every cauldron in this room and organize my ingredients alphabetically. Failure to complete will result in an extra day of detention for every hour past the deadline."   

They walk to their respected 'stations', small cauldrons scattered with thick ash and dried up ingredients. Grabbing a bristled brush, the group started scrubbing off the soot while Snape had an amused grin. (y/n) was focused on her own cauldron,  mindlessly cleaning while the mere sounds of bristles against the cast iron filled the soundless room. She was so out of it, that when a finger touched her nose, it startled her back. She turned in confusion to see Harry grinning a childish smile. 

"Harry, why on Earth did you just touch my nose?" (y/n) asked, only being met with chuckles from both him and Ron. "What?" 

"You've got ash on your nose, just there," Ron laughed, as he placed his hand on his entire nose to suggest where the ash was located.

(y/n) looked at her reflection in a metal stand, to see a dark shadow across her nose, spreading to her cheeks. She whips around, hitting Harry in the arm. Quickly, she takes her fingers and swirls them around the inside of her still dirty cauldron.

"No, I'm sorry (y/n). Please don't," Harry backs away as he pleads, the girl slowly walking towards him with her ash ridden fingers showing and a mischievous look in her eyes. 

She lunges forward, swiping her fingers over Harry's delicate features, making her stomach flip at the contact. She laughs as she looks at the grey substance that was smeared against his pale face. Harry grabs some loose ingredients, throwing them at (y/n) some of it clinging to her hair. Before she could react, Snape erupts from his seat. 

"I believe you are not here to flirt and have fun. I don't want to hear a peep out of any of you," Snape said, slowly turning back around. 

As his back was turned, (y/n) tugged her ear as a go ahead to start their plan. Harry slowly took out his wand, whispering an incantation.

"Locomotor Wibbly," Harry spoke. As he did, Professor Snape collapsed to the ground, for the spell made the victim fall like their legs were jelly. 

Snape stood up, brushing off his robes and pretending he didn't just tumble, being Ron's queue. 

"Cantis," he whispered, the spell causing Snape to burst into song. 

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, teach us something please,"  Snape angrily turned around and started charging at the students as he continued singing. "Whether we be old and bald, or young with scabby knees."

The group knew he would start charging at them, so him walking too aggressively was (y/n)'s sign to cast her spell. "Colloshoo," she said, as Snape's walking stopped, his feet being stuck to the ground by a green substance. 

The trio put down their brushes and headed for the classroom door.

"Get back here! Another week of detention!" 

(y/n) stopped in the doorway and turned around, "You're talking too much Snivellus, let me relieve your stress. Confundus!"  

As soon as the charm hit, the Potions professor looked around confused, trying to place what was going on. "What's going on? Why am I stuck, release me this instant!"

"Oh, you just stepped in some Stinksap. We walked in on you and were just about to go get someone."

"Well, hurry up!"

The group laughed as they ran down the corridors, students giving odd glares at the the three Gryffindors with dirt on their face and things in their hair.

"That was bloody brilliant, (y/n)! I'll be honest, I didn't think that plan was actually going to work," Ron laughed.

"Thanks for the confidence in me Ronald, my personal cheerleader," (y/n) rolled her eyes as the group sat in the common room, Hermione studying on one of the wooden chairs. 

"Ok Harry, now what did the note from Hagrid say?"

"Hang on," he said leaning towards (y/n), picking the ingredients from her hair. "You actually had something in your hair this time," he smiled, causing (y/n) to sweat a little. He cleared his throat, reading the note.

𝙻𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚕. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢'𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝. 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘. 𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚝.

𝙷𝚊𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚍

"Well we have to go down! Buckbeak is going to be executed any moment!" (y/n) yelped, the others giving sympathetic looks as they got up.

They ran down the ancient steps, the sun starting to make the atmosphere dim as fog clouded the sky. They ran until they reached Hagrid's hut, the steam from the warmth erupting from the cozy home. Buckbeak lay on the damp grass, bright pumpkins surrounding him as a rusty chain rested around his white feathered neck. A blissful look on his face as his ignorance regarding his fate lay still in his mind. 

Hagrid let them in, no tears or anything shown on his face. 

"Look at 'im. Loves the smell of the trees and the wind blowin' through 'em," Hagrid looked solemnly through the glassless window. 

"Why don't you just set him free?" Harry asked gently.

"They'd know it was me. Dumbledore will get in trouble. Comin' down ya know, Dumbledore. Says he wants ter be with me when they-," he pauses, "when it happens. Great man, Dumbledore." Hagrid turned from the window, Harry standing next to him as the other three sat empathetically at the small table. 

"We'll stay with you too, Hagrid," Hermione said standing up.

"You'll do no such thing! I do no' wan' you seein' somethin' like tha'. Oh, before you leave, Ron" Hagrid walked over to a small turquoise tin, reaching inside, handing Ron a small furry animal.

"Scabbers! You're alive!" Ron shot up, tenderly grabbing his rat. 

"Closer eye on your pets, Ron," Hagrid smiled. 

"Think that means you owe someone an apology," Hermione scowled, birds chirping around her head. 

Ron turned around saying nastily, "Right. Next time I see Crookshanks, I'll let him know."

"I meant me!" As Hermione finished her sentence, a ceramic vase shattered, it's tan contents gracefully spilling into the grooves of the wooden table. 

(y/n) walked over, picking up a small smooth stone, a small piece of lavender tied to it with a blade of dewy grass. A grunt came from Harry as yet another identical stone pelted the back of his head. He turned around, seeing three men walking down the dirt path. It was time for the execution. 

"You shouldn' be here," Hagrid panicked. "Someone sees you outside the castle this time of nigh', you'll be in trouble. Big trouble! Particularly you, Harry." 

The thin wooden door rattled on it's hinges as a booming knock was produced.

"With you in a momen'!" Hagrid yelled. 

The four quickly but silently opened the back door, crouching as they ran behind a large pile of orange pumpkins, dark crows eerily swarming the field. The three men entered the hut, as the the Gryffindors waited till the coast was clear. There was the snap of a branch behind them, as (y/n) turned, she saw a flash of color that appeared to belong to the shirt she was currently wearing. 

Harry touched her arm, "What is it?"

"I thought I saw-" she paused. "Nevermind."

The group ran up the hill as Buckbeak let out a defeated screech, stopping behind a set of large, standing, stone slabs.  They stood in silence, the executioner making his way to Buckbeak. He raised the large blade above his head, its newly sharpened edges shining in the dim sunlight. The elegance of the weapon masking the true evil that lies within what it represents. Death.

(y/n)'s lip quivered, as Harry grabbed her arms and pulled her in tight, arms wrapped around her own. One hand on his chest, she glanced over Harry's arm, as the man forcefully brought down the large weapon, and a sharp slicing sound echoed as it glided through Buckbeak, crows dispersing at the sudden movement. 

As the two girls quietly sniffled, Hermione's arms around Ron's neck, (y/n) nestled in Harry's chest. They stood for a moment, before Ron cried out.

"Ow!" he yelped, dropping Scabbers. "Scabbers, he bit me!" 

Ron went running after the rat, his friends chasing after him. (y/n) stopped for a moment, her ears ringing. 

"Come on, (y/n)," Harry said, grabbing her arm and leading the way.

She had a feeling something familiar was about to happen, like it was something she had seen. 

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a/n: Only about 5 more chapters until year 3 is over :( I'm honestly really sad, this year is one of my favorites and I hate knowing I won't be able to write it anymore. Sorry for any grammar mistakes!

I am, however, SUPER excited for what you guys are going to find out soon :) 

Until next time ~ i

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