a/n: I listened to Champagne Problems while writing this and it made me so emotional. Sooo do with that information what you want to LMAO

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She heard a voice. 

A voice within her head.

           𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕘 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕙𝕚𝕘𝕙 𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕣𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕔 𝕓𝕠𝕩 𝕚𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕. (y/n) groans in unsuspected agony as a harsh voice hisses inside of her pounding skull.

You know what will come. 

You are the key to the prophecy that lies within the stone walls. 

He is to return, stay with the chosen one. He will need you.

"Stop! Get out," she tries to yell, but the message only comes out as a hoarse whisper. As the voice recedes, she collapses onto her hands and knees, trying regain control of her mind and breathing. She dizzily looks around, noticing the black dog from earlier that she had just seen in the distance was slowly running towards her with a sense of determination. Too weak to back away, she stays put, hoping the stray means no harm. It cautiously takes small steps towards her as it got close, gently placing a paw on her hand that was buried beneath the fresh winter snow. She gives it a small gentle smile, to which the dog licks her face, in turn ridding of her salty tears. Tears she hadn't even realised had fallen. (y/n) tenderly pets the dogs damp snowflake littered fur, slowly standing as she regains strength. 

The Gryffindor thinks about what events just unfolded, collapsing back into the darkness of her mind. She had to make things right. The dangers in her mind were enough to deal with, she needed the trio to keep her sane. (y/n) headed back to the Hogwarts castle, the bright Sun dimming indicating that it was close to dinner. She nervously stood before the Great Hall doors, seeming like as soon as her cold foot touch the inside perimeter of the room, all eyes were on her. Judging her. Eyes on the floor the whole time, she slowly raised them, fearful of meeting the trios. As suspected, all three were staring at her with hurt in their eyes, not anger. All (y/n) wanted to do was run down the aisle at full speed and hug them, say she was sorry. Instead she made eye contact with Harry, his mouth slightly parted, eyes glazed over as neither one intended to break the staring anytime soon. Sadness overwhelming her fragile being, the girl slowly closed her eyes whilst continuing to turn around on her heels, heading right to her dormitory. She was willing to miss her dinner if it meant not having to sit in awkward silence while her best friends burned holes into her head with hatred and betrayal. 

(y/n) collapsed in her bed, letting out the broken sobs she tries so hard to keep in. The tears expressed from sadness turned into blank stares of nothingness as she laid there numb. I need him, she thinks, without him I don't even know how to be me. Without him I feel like nothing. She lets out an amused sigh at the idea of a thirteen year old boy having such an affect on her, telling herself she's being dramatic. (y/n) tenses up at the sound of the creaking oak door of the dormitory. She can picture Hermione standing still, staring at (y/n) with that saddened look on her face. Hermione sniffles, climbing into her own bed as the two girls go to sleep, both thinking of how much they needed each other. 

(y/n) wakes up the next morning with the sunlight streaming through the window and into her tired (e/c) eyes. She realizes it's the first day of holiday, which brings her mood even more down. She told her parents she was staying at Hogwarts with the trio for Christmas, not wanting to leave Harry alone and knowing they would have fun. Yeah, well, that backfired because now she's the one alone. Her parents had said it worked out nicely, that they were going to be plenty busy with work anyways, whatever that entailed. (y/n) looked out the frosted window at the freshly fallen snow, students bundled up and enjoying the break with their friends in the snow. While she stood by herself. 

"That's it," she mumbles, grumpily stomping out of her dormitory with her night gown and poofy hair still intact. She was going to put an end to this argument. The groggy girl hurriedly walks down the corridors, making it the boys dormitory, knowing the trio would be there. Just as she was about to enter, she hides behind the wall before the door, listening in to their serious conversation, knowing everything would stop as soon as she stepped into the room. 

"Harry please," whined Hermione, "please be sensible. Black did a terrible, terrible thing, but    don't put yourself in danger, it's what Black wants...oh Harry, you'd be playing right into Black's hands if you went looking for him. Your mum and dad wouldn't want you to get hurt, would they? They'd never want you to go looking for Black!" Hermione says in tears.

Harry glances up with no emotion, "I'll never know what they'd have wanted because, thanks to Black, I've never spoken to them."

"Look," said Ron, "it's the holidays! It's nearly Christmas! Let's-let's go down and see Hagrid. We haven't seen him for ages!" 

"Yeah, let's go," Harry said urgently. 

"No!" Hermione scolded. "Harry isn't supposed to leave the castle, Ron-"

"No, let's visit Hagrid," Harry interrupted.

The three grabbed their coats, (y/n) ducking into a dark archway, ready to follow. Once the trio is out of the dormitory, (y/n) sneakily runs into the room, knowing where Harry keeps most of his things. She excitedly opens Harry's trunk digging until her hands come in contact with a thin, soft material, grabbing it.  She carefully pulls it out, wrapping his invisibility cloak around her small body, ready to go to Hagrid's with the trio. Just without them knowing it. 

The now invisible girl runs through the chilly corridors, trying to catch up with her friends ahead of her. She reaches Hagrid's hut, the large man opening the door with teary eyes, attacking Harry with a large hug. (y/n) runs, trying to make it through the door before it closes. As she tries to catch her breath while staying silent, (y/n) looks over Harry's shoulder, observing a letter he was reading addressed to Hagrid. It read, 

Dear Mr. Hagrid,

Further to our inquiry into the attack by a Hippogriff on a student in your class, we have accepted the assurance of Professor Dumbledore that you bear no responsibility for the regrettable incident.

"Well, that's ok, then, Hagrid!" Ron exclaimed, clapping Hagrid on the shoulder only making him sob harder. (y/n) scoffs, causing Harry turn around at the feeling of her breath on his skin. Eventually turning back around, Harry read on.

However, we must register our concern about the Hippogriff in question. We have decided to uphold the official complaint of Mr. Lucius Malfoy, and this matter will therefore be taken to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. The hearing will take place on April 20th, and we ask you to present yourself and your Hippogriff at the Committee's offices in London on that date. In the meantime, the Hippogriff should be kept tethered and isolated. 

Oh no, Buckbeak. Of course the group didn't particularly love him like Hagrid, but the Hippogriff meant a lot to Hagrid and was generally a peaceful creature. The rest of  the visit at Hagrid's was filled with miserable conversation, (y/n)'s legs starting to ache from standing all that time. Hagrid thinks that Buckbeak's defense is helpless, says he's feeling just like he did in Azkaban with all of these Dementors around. It was dreadful hearing him talk in such a way, truly. They all returned to the library (of course (y/n) was there without notice) to get books to help with Buckbeak's defense, returning to the common room with their findings. (y/n) stayed on the steps with Harry's cloak. The group hadn't found much, only another case of a Hippogriff where people were too scared to go near it, ending up being executed. (y/n) solemnly got up, returning to the library. She slowly walked down the warmly lit aisles, running her fingers along the books' dusty spine's, feeling the story each one told. 

The rest of the day for her consisted of laying on the ledge of the library windows, trying to escape from a world that wasn't her own by submerging herself in the sea of words that filled the library. Listening to the haunting giggles that floated through the silent air, wishing she could laugh like that again. Wishing she could hear him laugh like that again. Staring out the window at the twinkling snow, wishing she could be happily walking in it, with him, like when they went to Hogsmeade. Before the madness escaped its chains. Everything happy reminded her of him, she couldn't rid her thoughts of it. She heard his voice, but this time not in her head.

"Honestly Hermione, why are we back here?" Harry asked, as (y/n) spotted the two, Harry's hair ruffled, the sleeves of his sweatshirt rolled up to his elbows. 

"I told you, I need to bring my books back," Hermione giggled, adding to the pain in (y/n)'s chest.  The mesmerized girl couldn't stop looking at him, admiring that his face didn't look angry or sad, he looked liked...Harry. Why was it when he was without her? Swallowing back tears, she tried to focus back on her book, trying to discreetly listen in, suddenly hearing her name.

Hermione sighed, "I miss (y/n). We would be having a much better Christmas Eve with her here." Harry stared at the ground, running his fingers frustratingly through his hair. 

"Yeah...me too," Harry was trying his hardest to not go find her and apologise, but he kept holding back. 

"Come on Harry. Can you imagine how she's feeling? All these visions, terrifying visions most likely, and it's all completely new to her. She must be feeling a load of emotions right now. We're lucky she didn't cut us out completely," Hermione's voice slightly raised, causing her face to pink up from the glares of other students.

"I mean...I don't know. I just thought she would be able to share more of what's going on. I just hate seeing her suffering so much when we could help, but there's nothing I could do to help her. I just never thought about how she could possibly feel so many conflicting emotions I guess." He rubs his neck, placing both hands tightly on a table leaning forward. 

"Well, nothing we can do now. All the damage was done in Hogsmeade," Hermione looks worriedly at Harry, his body tense.

"I feel horrible. I shouldn't have snapped at her like that. She didn't deserve it," Harry stands up with a sigh, the pair slowly walking out of the library. (y/n) sits there with regret. Regret of not apologizing earlier, she was going to speak her peace tomorrow. This time she meant it. 

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(y/n) woke up the next morning, audibly hearing Ron and Harry excitedly running to the Christmas tree. The tired girl nervously stands, walking to the stairwell that led to the festive tree. She stands in silence at the top of the steps, waiting to see if someone notices her, the trio frantically giving each other their presents. The laughing and happy chatter ceases once they notice Harry looking at the girl on top of the stairwell. 

"Hi," she smiles, hoping to receive one back. Nothing. Just stares and awkward glances between the three. Already had opened most of their gifts, Harry holding a brand new broom. "Oh, Harry, you got a new broom! How amazing, who gave it to you?" 

"Um, don't know. There was no tag on it," Harry replies dryly with no emotion on his face, (y/n)'s bright smile fading into a pissed off frown. 

"Oh, ok. So this is how we're doing this now?" (y/n) storms down the stairs, stopping in front of Harry with tears burning her eyes. 

"Happy Christmas," she says, shoving his Christmas present from her into his chest, about to race back up at the stairs, stopping with her hand on the railing, foot on the first step. She slowly turns around, "I'm not doing this anymore. If anyone want's to hear what I have to stay about what I've been seeing, meet me at the Astronomy Tower at  11 o'clock." Harry stands in shock, looking down at the neatly wrapped package, a word written on a note taped to the wrapping. 

He traces his finger over the word, remembering their quick conversation in the common room that one night before going to sleep.

Please tell me you'll always be there for me. I don't think I can take another person I care about leaving.

Always

He did exactly what he promised not to. Now he felt even worse. "We're going," he says to Ron and Hermione.

"What? I thought you were mad at her," Ron asks Hermione shooting him a sharp look.

"We have to go Ron. She's going to tell us, we can't let her down again. (y/n) tried to explain but I told her to....shut up. We're going." Harry sits down on the sofa, staring at her delicate handwriting, taking off the paper and carefully putting it in his pocket, not letting Hermione or Ron notice. The present was in the shape of a small box, wrapped in red with a glittering ribbon tied around it in a bow. Harry gently tugged on the string, undoing the once neatly tied ribbon, revealing a small maroon box. He lifts the lid, seeing something shiny inside. Picking it up, Harry finally recognizes that its a golden snitch.

"What is it?" Hermione asks, both her and Ron looking with concern at Harry for how shaken he looks from (y/n)'s recent outburst. He hated seeing her worked up because of him.

"Just a golden snitch it looks like, a really nice one," Harry runs his finger against the cold smooth golden surface of the snitch, going to place it back in the box. Before setting it back in, he sees another piece of paper along the side of the box. He picks it up, reading the note left.

I know this might look like any old golden snitch, but it's special. I have a matching one, every time you run your finger on it, mine will light up, we'll know we're thinking of each other you know? They're connected in a way I guess. I don't know, just thought it was a good way to show I care. If you ever need me for anything, just tap three times, and I'll be there. 

Love you loser,

-(y/n)

Harry's chest has a sharp ping as he immediately want's to tap three times on the snitch, because...he did need her right now. Now more than ever. A tear rolls down his rosy cheeks, as any gift from her immediately held a special place in his heart. 

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(y/n) skipped Christmas dinner as well, needing time to figure out what she was going to say, how she was going to tell them all of the insane knowledge she holds. Staring out the window, she makes her final decision. She was going to tell them everything. The time was 10 o'clock. 

tick tock

ten-thirty

tick tock

The anxious seer grabbed her jacket, wearing her favorite outfit for a positive mood, and made her way to the Astronomy Tower. Her shoes clicked in the silent corridor, the cheery mood of Christmas haunting the girl who upheld nothing but darkness.  Outside was eerie, the stars not providing her the same sense of comfort, instead taunting her with the fact that she's walking alone, their twinkling nature symbolizing that it was dark. The cold air stung, (y/n) not being able to be distracted from it by her friends laughing next to her. She stared at the sparkling snow, wishing she could just lay down and give in the sickness of her brain. 

She finally reaches the tower, climbing up the steps in suspected agony of the conflict that might unfold at the meeting. (y/n) stands leaning against the balcony, as she hears the crunching of footsteps on the dirt behind her. She turns around, seeing the trio, faces solemn, arms crossed. The Gryffindors all stand around awkwardly, not knowing where to begin. 

"Um, should we...sit down?" (y/n) asks, hesitantly lowering herself to the concrete floor. The other three do the same, staring at the stormy eyed girl. "So, I understand you're all mad at me, I get it. I'm finally ready to tell what I've been experiencing, I just didn't before because I was scared that when I said it aloud, these things would now become a reality." (y/n) pauses to take a deep breath, the trio staring at her intently, as she continues. "I obviously have had some visions. Well, what I think are visions, you guys witnessed it in Lupin's. I saw my Boggart and then I faded into a shack of some sort with you guys, Sirius Black, and Professor Lupin inside. Harry said Black portrayed his parents, but Lupin defended him saying it was Peter Pettigrew, who was actually still alive. Which I then found that he is disguised as...Scabbers." 

Ron's mouth opens and his face contorts in confusion, "Scabbers? Are you mental?"

(y/n) shakes her head, "That's exactly what you said Ron, but Scabbers ran off and was turned into a man. I didn't see his face so I can't confirm that it was Pettigrew, but it's pretty convincing." The group looks at her doubtingly, gesturing for her to continue.

"Harry," (y/n) says turning to the boy, "I then faded into a different scene, where I saw you and Black. But...it was by a body of water, and you two were unconscious. Hundreds of Dementors surrounding you." Harry's eyes widen in pure fear, as he gulps, his mouth dry.

"Is...is that why you asked Lupin to teach you too?" Harry asks, jaw clenched.

(y/n) nods her head, "I'm really sorry guys, I should've told you everything earlier. I can't do this alone, I need you."

Hermione looks up, tears in her eyes. "(y/n) are you sure about these visions? These are some pretty serious things you're suggesting."

"I won't know for certain until they start to happen, that will confirm if I can actually see the future or not," (y/n) looks around, waiting for a reaction out of any of them. Hermione frantically gets up, tackling (y/n) onto her back with a hug, both girls wrapping their arms tightly around each other. 

"How do we know we can trust what you're saying?" Ron says, playing with his coat zipper. 

"You don't. You'll just have to trust me."

Harry hadn't said a word, finally breaking the silence, "So Black is innocent?" 

"From what I saw, I think so, yeah," (y/n) smiles, Harry's face still in shock.

"Well we have to do something with Scabbers then," Harry says, hatred in his eyes. Ron snaps around mouth open.

"No, Harry we have to wait until we're with Sirius. He should be the one who deals with him."

"Are you guys joking? You want to kill my rat!" Ron exclaims, ripping from Hermione's grasp.

"Ron, he's not the garden rat that's been in your family, he's a killer. He's the reason Harry's parents are dead and he's the reason Black got sent to Azkaban," (y/n) scolds, causing Ron's shoulders to slump as he turns around.

"Come on Ron, we should go to bed," Hermione says, glancing between (y/n) and Harry. "Come on," she whispers, guiding Ron to the stairs. The two walk away, leaving (y/n) Harry alone in the silence. 

"Harry?" (y/n) softly spoke, Harry was staring off into space, trying to process all of the information.

"I-I can't believe you've been keeping all of that in. That must've been awful for you," he says, slowly standing and offering (y/n) his hand. She takes it, standing up next to him.

"It's ok," she whispers, glad to finally have him back. He gives her a slight smile, the smile she hadn't seen in days.

"Wanna get a closer look at the stars?" 

"I mean...sure, but what exactly does that mean?" (y/n) asks excitedly, finally back into Harry's silly adventures. He leads her to the balcony, pulling his wand out as he mumbles a spell under his breath. 

"Harry what are you-"

"You'll see," Harry says, smiling as something rushes to them in the air. It came closer, (y/n) recognizing it as his new broom. 

"Harry," she gasps, looking at him in awe.

"First, I need to show you something," he says, climbing on the broom and helping the excited girl do the same. He flies to the roof of the Astronomy Tower, making sure they both didn't fall as they sat down. They sit down, staring at each other in pure bliss, as Harry pulls a tightly wrapped present out of his pocket.

"What's that?" (y/n) asks.

"Your present. You gave me yours, but I never got the chance to give you mine," Harry hands her the rectangle, as he watches the sparkle in her eyes as she tears open the package. She gasps in awe, hand covering her mouth.

"Oh, Harry..." (y/n) runs her hands along the gift. It was a (f/c) journal, stars and moons carved into the leather, bewitched to twinkle in the darkness. Harry smiles, proud of the gift he created that made her so happy. Being able to be the one that made her finally happy. 

"I know how much you love the night sky and I see you journaling all the time, figured I'd combine the two." (y/n) looks up, staring into his beautiful emerald eyes. 

"Thank you," she whispers, hypnotized at the care and happiness in his eyes from seeing her happy at his creation. She aches to tell him how deeply she wants to be his, and he aches at how deeply he wants to be the one that she calls hers. One of the hardest things, having words in your heart that you can't mumble. "I love it." 

"I'm sorry," he says, both leaning towards each other. 

"For?"

"I shouldn't have said those things to you. You didn't deserve that, you were going through a lot, and I just gave up on you. I promised you always and I broke that promise. I'm sorry, it will never happen again." Harry says, hoping that she will forgive him, not being able to handle the thought of losing her again permanently. 

"Keep that up Potter, we'll be on our way to a path of broken promises," (y/n) smirks, shoving him playfully, a crooked smile on his face. 

"Now that we're telling our secrets, there are some things I need to tell you," Harry says, not breaking eye contact, as the girl nods in approval. "That day...the day I fell off my broom, I saw the grim again in the clouds, right before I was attacked. Every time I'm attacked by Dementors, I hear a woman scream. I hear my mother scream, being killed by You-Know-Who," Harry's voice begins to tremble, causing (y/n) to grab his hand with sympathy. 

"Do you know why?" she asks. 

"I think it's because they cause such despair, that's a memory that drains my happiness," (y/n) squeezes his hand resting her head on his shoulder to comfort him. 

"I have something to tell you too," (y/n) says, scared to reveal the voice she heard earlier, trying her best to shove it down.

"What else have you been keeping?" Harry asks jokingly, his tone turning serious as (y/n) keeps a straight face.

"After I left Hogsmeade, I heard a voice. It said I was the key to the prophecy, that I needed to stay with you," (y/n) nervously draws circles on the back of Harry's hand, trying to stop her voice from trembling. 

"Are you alright? What does that mean?" Harry's voice is flooded with concern as he lifts her head to look at her expression.

"I-I'm fine. For now...but I don't know what any of it means," she begins to tremble, Harry pulling her into a hug, trying his best to make her feel ok. 

"You don't have to. Not yet. Still want to get a closer look at the stars?" Harry gets up slowly, helping (y/n) climb onto the broom. She wraps her arms around his waist, as he chuckles before they start flying. "McGonagall took this away to inspect it, I took it back for tonight. Thought you might need it." He takes off, (y/n) smiling as her cheek rests on his back, in awe of the twinkling stars that had the same meaning again. Everything being right now that Harry was back in her life. The moonlight reflected off the snow, the glow making it finally feel like Christmas. Harry looked back, his heart feeling whole again at the ecstatic girl smiling in pure bliss, new journal clutched tightly to her chest with one hand. They laughed and smiled at each others presence, admiring the blanket of stars and planets that sprinkled the night sky with beauty and mysteriousness. Something Harry was starting to learn to admire.

"Happy Christmas, Harry," (y/n) laughed, squeezing waist slightly.

"Happy Christmas, (y/n)," he replied, placing a hand on top of the one on his waist in response. The world seeming right for a moment. 

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Sorry for getting sappy, but I hope you liked this chapter, I'm not sure how I feel about it myself.

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