࿐ ˚ . ✦𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚢𝚖𝚒𝚊~(𝚗.) 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 

𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚋𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛✦ . ˚ ࿐

        𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 keeps spinning. Why does it never stop? (y/n)'s head felt twisted, like all the information and floating knowledge were clumping together into incoherent sentences. It was one disaster after another, once one was solved, she had another blaze of flames to put out. Even if she did tell people about anything, just because they hear her doesn't mean they're listening. Just because they're listening doesn't mean they care. 

It was early in the morning, owls harmonizing down the hall as the winter Sun rised, shining through the foggy glass common room windows. (y/n)'s sleep was disrupted by a pounding headache, she felt as if her heartbeat and her throbbing skull were in sync. She lay on her stomach, feeling the beating in her ribcage as whispers flooded her ears.

Thinking it was her dormmates, she took her time to slowly adjust her eyes to the blinding light, stretching her arms out. The whispering however, didn't subside. As she became more awake, (y/n) realized that the whispering was sharp and sinister, pounding against her eardrums. 

The prophecy. Many will die. Many will suffer. It will start with a member of the house of the badger, ending with the beloved.

The seer gasped, shooting up from the comfort of her pillow, as she darted her eyes around in hopes of seeing someone she knew. She was alone. The prophecy? Why does she keeping hearing about it, not even knowing what it is. 

Shaking the chilling memory of the hissing that seeped through her brain, the Gryffindor made her way to the Quidditch pitch. Gryffindor scarf wrapped around her neck, she went looking for Hermione to drag her away from the stacks of homework she was surely working on at that moment. 

The knowledge that (y/n) had of the person Hermione was, lead her to the consensus that she was silently working the library. (y/n) tried to be there for her as much as she could, Ron being mad at her for the disappearance of Scabbers making every day a bad one for her. 

She opens the squeaky library door, her (e/c) eyes darting around in search of the bushy-haired Gryffindor. Hermione was sitting at one of the long wooden tables, back hunched over the mountain of books that surrounded her. 

"Hermione?" (y/n) whispered, lightly tapping the girls shoulder as she tiredly glanced up from her paper. "Please don't tell me you're still doing homework," (y/n) sighed.

Hermione's hair was bushier than usual, dark circles forming under her brown eyes. "Why wouldn't I be? Not like I can hang out with Ron or Harry, not to mention you being with them most of the time. Besides, I have plenty I need to get done with all the classes I've been taking," Hermione frustratingly scowls as she goes to pick up her quill, (y/n) placing her hand on her best friend's.

"How are you doing with...the whole Scabbers situation? Ron's just upset about him being gone, I hope you know that. It's not you're fault, Hermione."

Hermione's lip quivers as she closes her Potions book. "Clearly Ronald thinks it is my fault. I know that Crookshanks would never do anything to Scabbers, apparently Ron thinks otherwise."

(y/n) sighs, "I'm on my way to the Gryffindor Quidditch practice, would you wanna come? Get your mind off of things? You can bring your homework with you if really want to. I can even do some for you while we watch."

Hermione nods, gathering her crinkled pages and battered books as the two girls make their way to the Quidditch pitch, the cold winter winds making the windows rattle. Hermione doesn't say much, sadness evident in her face. 

They climb the stands, the mixture of Gryffindor uniforms swirling in a frenzy below. Harry mounted on his Firebolt, the girls hearing Oliver grumble about a Ravenclaw named Cho Chang being the new Seeker for her house. 

Harry soared through the air effortlessly, going faster than what every Quidditch player dreamed. He was wearing (y/n)'s favorite Quidditch sweater, smiling at the two girls sitting in the stands that had come to support him. Harry's speed picked up, going so fast that he became a blur of a person to the spectators. Alicia Spinnet let out a scream that pierced the air as Harry swooped down, toes skipping across the pale green grass. He rocketed upwards at a sharp angle, losing himself in the freedom.

"Harry, I'm letting the Snitch out!" Wood bellowed.

 The all too familiar Golden Snitch fluttered its thin wings, launching itself into the cloudy sky. Within ten seconds, the Gryffindor Seeker had captured the sphere tightly in his grasp. As the team erupted into cheers with (y/n) yelling and Hermione producing no effort claps, the Snitch was released again. Harry swerved through his teammates, catching it once more. 

(y/n) laughed out of astonishment at how skilled the raven-haired boy had gotten. It made her so proud seeing how far he'd come from first year, even then he was a good Seeker. As she looked over at Hermione, her face stayed emotionless beside a slight curl in the corner of her lip as she just stared ahead. (y/n) felt for her, Ron had blamed her for the Firebolt and now Scabbers, making her think that everything was her fault. That she was to blame. 

"Hermione, wasn't that amazing?" (y/n) asked gently, Hermione giving her a small smile.

"Yeah...great. Listen, I really should get back to the library. Besides," she glanced over to the other side of the stadium seats. "I don't think I'll be wanted here anyway," Hermione looked down, as (y/n) saw Ron sitting in the stands, mouth pinched with his eyes in a side glare towards Hermione.

"Oh...right. 'Mione I have no problem coming with you, I can talk to Harry lat-"

"No, no it's fine. He needs you down there. I'll be alright, trust me. I'll see you tonight, ok?" Hermione gets up, discreetly leaving the Quidditch pitch with a heartstricken look in her eyes. 

(y/n) hears George say how it was rare that Oliver didn't have anything to criticize the team about, Harry trying to hide the smile he wants to let control his face. She makes her way down, giving Harry a comforting hug.

"You did fantastic, Harry. You'll be great tomorrow," (y/n) smiles as she pulls away, Harry having a shy grin as his face grows pink. Although the girl that caused it couldn't tell if it was from the cold wind that had been striking his face or the hug she had just given him.

"Precisely, (y/n). I don't see what's going to stop us tomorrow!" Wood exclaimed. "Not unless-Harry, you've sorted your Dementor problem, haven't you?"

Both Harry and (y/n) had still been going to their lessons with Lupin, unknowingly both of them had changed their memories once again. All they could produce with the ones before was a cloudy mist. Their memories of each other weren't powerful enough. Not yet at least.

Harry had changed his to the lie he had told (y/n), the image of his parents talking to him, simple as that. Where as (y/n) had changed it to the lie she had told him, when her mum had taken her to a family vacation on the water. Just the two of them with their sparkling reflections and green hills visible above the horizon. This had seemingly helped the both of them, their Patronuses getting close to their full potential. 

"Yeah," Harry answered in an unsure tone.

"The Dementors won't turn up again, Oliver, Dumbledore'd do his nut," Fred exclaimed.

"Well let's hope not," Oliver laughed. "Anyway-good work, everyone. Let's get back to the Tower-turn in early..."

"I'm staying out for a bit, Ron wants a go on the Firebolt," Harry said. 

As the team walks away, Harry glances at (y/n) while handing Ron the Firebolt, his demeanor immediately changing.

"What are you doing, (y/n)?" Harry asked, earning an arm cross and raised eyebrow from the girl.

"What? You don't think I would want a go on the fastest broom that currently exists? Mental," she whispers the last word, laughing at Harry's confused expression. 

Harry and (y/n) watched as Ron flew through the developing darkness, walking around the pitch. 

"So...how's your new journal? Have you written in it?" Harry asked. He was quite proud of his creation, hoping she enjoyed it as much as she said she did.

"Oh, well I haven't written in it yet, but only because I'm saving it for something special," (y/n) smiled, Harry's face dropping a little, but he was also a little amused.

"What does that even mean? How can something be considered...more special than what you already do," Harry laughed, but was met with a nice elbow jab from the cold girl next to him.

"I don't know yet, Harry. I'll know when the idea strikes me," the two smirk at each other with a twinkle in their eyes, moonlight growing as time passed. 

Ron eventually came down, tapping (y/n) as a gesture that it was her turn to ride the broom. She was a little nervous, she rode a broom a few times, but it wasn't something she did often. (y/n) grabbed the Firebolt, mounting herself on the wooden stick. Feet on the ground, she pushed off, sending her soaring through the air. (y/n) let out a hearty laugh as she began to flip herself skillfully, doing things she didn't even know she was capable of. She looked around, observing how the clouds appeared a dark shade of purple as the Sun sat hidden behind the horizon, birds gracefully flapping their wings. The wind pierced her skin, hair and scarf blowing behind her, hands numb from the chilly weather. As she returned to the short grass after about twenty minutes, the boys stared at her with wide eyes.

"What?" she asked innocently. 

"(y/n)...why didn't you try out for the Quidditch team?" Harry asked exasperated.

"Why would I? I'm not any good at that kind of thing," she hated the attention and nonstop gawking her best friends were providing her with.

"You've got to be joking," Ron laughed. "(y/n) you just rode that broom like it was a nightly routine! There's no reason for you not to be on the Gryffindor team."

"Guys you're being dramatic, it's not that impressive," (y/n) held her hands up truthfully. 

"I care about you, so I'm forcing you to try out for Gryffindor next year," Harry shook his head.

"But Harry-"

"No, I don't care you're doing it," Harry began to walk back to the castle, Ron and (y/n) following. 

As they walked, Harry stopped dead in his tracks as worry within him grew noticeable on his face. 

"Harry, you alright?" (y/n) wonders, concerned.

She follows his gaze to a tree to their left, glowing eyes staring back at them. (y/n) grips on to Harry, who seemed to be tense as he thought the glowing eyes belonged to the Grim. Ron pulled out his wand.

"Lumos," he whispered. The bright light leaked out of his wand, illuminated the winding tree branches and frosted grass, a hunched Crookshanks at the base. "Get out of it!" Ron yelled, throwing a stone at the ginger cat. "Probably washing down Scabbers with some birds," he scoffed.

"Come on Ron, give 'Mione a break," (y/n) whined, feeling even worse for the girl.

"I mean...it all does point to Crookshanks," Harry played with his broom straws, reaching the castle.

"Well, I guess we'll never know," (y/n) says.

The trio says goodnight, heading to their dormitories. (y/n) opens her dormitory door, the warm air melting against her frozen skin. As she walks in, Hermione was passed out, school book clutched against her chest, tear drops drying on her quilt. (y/n) walked over, carefully removing the book from her hands and covering the rest of her body with her covers. She went to bed herself, hoping her best friend would be forgiven by the ginger soon.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

At quarter to eleven, the trio made their way to the Quidditch pitch for the match, the weather being much better than the match that left Harry in the hospital wing. 

(y/n) looked at the Ravenclaw team as Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor team flooded the pitch. The Ravenclaw Seeker, Cho Chang, gave a small smile to Harry. (y/n) crossed her arms at the sight of Harry's face becoming flustered in a way that it usually did around his best friend.

Did he like her? Is that who Ron meant when they were talking about 'girls'?, (y/n) frantically wondered.

The teams mounted on their brooms, waiting for Madam Hooch to blow her whistle. As the shrilling noise echoed throughout, everyone shooted off of the ground. 

Lee Jordan was announcing, only talking about Harry's new broom, earning a scold from McGonagall. 

"Jordan, would you mind telling us what was going on in the match?" McGonagall muttered. 

"Right, sorry professor," Jordan laughed. 

The match continued, (y/n) unsure of what was exactly what was going on, only knowing that Gryffindor was fifty points ahead. Harry slithered through the players, avoiding the Bludger threatening to knock him off his broom. Cho Chang was chasing after the Snitch behind Harry, until she stopped, with a gasp. 

Above Harry was three cloaked figures, the boy pulled out his wand, screaming the incantation he had learned from Lupin.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry yelled, continuing after the Snitch not looking at the Patronus he had just finally produced.

(y/n) looked at the animal, it was flickering, still not completely in a recognizable form. She could make out that it was large, possibly an antler of some sort at the top of its head. It pranced around, not exactly causing the hooded figures to be affected, confusing the people around them. Harry races, catching the Snitch in his hand, the crowd erupting into loud claps and screaming as the Gryffindor team won the match. Harry was congratulated by everyone, including (y/n), as Lupin walked over.

"That was quite some Patronus," Lupin said.

"The Dementors didn't affect me at all!" Harry exclaimed. "I didn't feel a thing!"

"That would be because they-er- weren't Dementors," Professor Lupin said. "Come and see." He guided (y/n) and Harry to a clearing, there sat Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team captain. They were all being untangled from long, black, hooded robes and getting scolded by McGonagall. 

"Fifty points from Slytherin!" she screeched. "Ah and here comes Professor Dumbledore!"

They're interrupted by George, "Come on Harry, party in the common room," he exclaims.

"Yeah...right," Harry walks away with (y/n) and Ron, entering the bustling common room. Harry was constantly congratulated, empty Butterbeer bottles littering the ground. He looked over to see Hermione in the corner, reading a book with the title, Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. 

Him and (y/n) head over to Hermione, her not looking up from her reading. 

"Hermione, why don't you eat come eat some food," Harry gently prys, Hermione aggressively closing her book. 

"I can't Harry, I have to finish this book by Monday and I still have over 300 pages," Hermione says in a high pitched voice.

Harry sighs, "Did you even come to the match?"

"Of course I did, and I'm very happy we won. I thought you played well. Now please, Harry" 

"Come on, just come have some food," Harry pleads, glancing at Ron.

"I have to read this. Anyways," she looked over to Ron, "I don't think he wants me to join in."

Ron loudly yelled, "If Scabbers hadn't just been eaten, he could have had some of these Fudge Flies, he used to really like them-"

"Ron, enough!" (y/n) scolded, as Hermione burst into tears and left the common room, forgetting some of her books. 

(y/n) and Harry gave a look to each other, knowing (y/n) was going to have to go after Hermione. He gave her a nod as a go ahead.

"I'm sorry Harry, you really were amazing today. Have fun, alright?" 

She touched his arm to say goodbye, but as her fingers grazed the wool Quidditch sweater, her head, like it always did, began to pound. The whispering from earlier returned once more.

The prophecy, the prophecy, the prophecy, death from the house of the badger, the baby, prophecy-

The seer was brought back by Harry lightly shaking her, her pupils wide. 

"You alright?" Harry asked, bringing her into a small hug.

"Yea-yeah, fine. Uh, I'll go find 'Mione," she rushes out while grabbing the rest of Hermione's things, dizzy and uncertain, questions remaining unanswered inside her brain.

She finds Hermione in their dormitory on her bed, weeping as salty tears fell on the very words she read. (y/n) sits next to her, not saying anything, but just giving her a side hug and resting her head on hers.

"It'll be ok Hermione, trust me," (y/n) whispers, rubbing her shoulder.

Hermione cries harder, burying her face in (y/n)'s shoulder, painful wails erupting from her throat. Breaking her best friend's heart at the sound of pure pain that her sobs presented. 

About an hour passed, and it was time to go to bed. The two girls passed out, dreading the days to come

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(y/n) was awoken but a bright glow piercing through the darkness. She slowly opens her eyes, shielding her sensitive vision from the golden glow. As her eyes adjust, she realizes it's coming from her trunk in a strobe like pattern.

She walks over, opening the wooden box, realizing it was the snitch. Harry was tapping it three times. Three times. She recalled what she had written in the note that came with his present.

If you ever need me for anything, just tap three times, and I'll be there. 

She quietly rushes out of the dormitory, careful not to wake anyone, making her way to the boys' dormitory. Luckily, Godric Gryffindor believed girls were more trustworthy than boys, so he only enchanted the girls staircase to turn into a slide should a boy enter, but not vice versa. 

(y/n) climbs up the stairs, quietly opening the door to the room Harry was located in. As she walks in, she sees Harry tapping the Snitch, wand glowing. He looks up with a smile, slowly putting the sphere down. 

"You came," he smiled, patting the spot next to him.

"Of course, I said I'd be here if you tapped three times didn't I."

Harry was wearing a light blue sweatshirt, biscuit in his hand, as the Marauders map lay on the bed. 

"I needed you because...well look," Harry said. He was about to show her something, but was disrupted from the sudden stir of Ron, (y/n) quick to hide under Harry's covers, eyes peeking a little above. He was whining, frantically brushing around him.

"Spiders, spiders, spiders," Ron looked up at Harry with fear. "Spiders...they want me to tap dance. I don't want to tap dance."

An amused smile spread across Harry's face, "You tell those spiders, Ron."

"Yeah..those spiders. I'll tell 'em...I'll tell 'em," Ron whispered, as he slowly laid back down. 

(y/n) tried to stifle her laughter as she came out from under the cold sheets. Harry slowly began to unravel the map, looking for whatever it was he wanted to show her. 

"There!" he said, pointing to a hallway on the map with footsteps fading in and out, labeled with the name...Peter Pettigrew. Maybe this will convince Harry that Black is innocent, and she didn't even have to tell him about her visions. 

"Well what are we waiting for, lets go!" (y/n) exclaime, grabbing Harry's arm as they stumbled out of the dormitory. 

They made their way through the castle, making it to the hallway near Pettigrew's location. Harry's wand glowed with a brilliant light, the enchanted paintings snores filling the silence as they scolded him for waking their slumber. 

"Put that light out!" one painting scolded, an old man with a funny hat and gray hair. 

"Sorry," Harry muttered. 

The two Gryffindors frantically glanced around, as the map said that Pettigrew was supposedly right in front of them. They stood still, (y/n)'s arm linked with Harry's, both repeatedly glancing between the map and the darkness in front of them. 

Closer and closer and closer 

The footsteps on the map sped up, almost at a running speed, Harry's breath quickening, but (y/n) knowing that the real Pettigrew was not going to be eye level, but much lower to the ground. The map showed Pettigrew right next to them, and as Harry whipped his light to the side, he screamed. But it was just his reflection in a mirror. (y/n) tried not to laugh but it was no use.

"Harry!" she chuckled, holding her stomach. "Why did you you scream like that!" 

His cheeks grew red, but another issue cut the moment short. As he looked back down at the map, it showed another pair of footsteps coming their way.

Severus Snape's. 

"Crap," (y/n) muttered, frantically pacing. 

"Mischief managed. Knox," Harry whispered, making the map go blank and the light disappear, leaving them in pitch black darkness. 

"What are we going to do?" (y/n) whisper screamed at Harry, not being able to really see.

"Do you trust me?" Harry asked.

"What-"

"Do you trust me!" Harry said in a rush.

"Well of course I do but-"

Without thinking Harry placed his hands on (y/n)'s waist, slowly, innocently, guiding her back to a wall. 

"Harry what are you doing?" 

"Just...pretend we were snogging or something I don't know," Harry said nervously.

(y/n) lightly placed her hand on his face, heart racing, breathing erratic. She leaned in fast, not having time to make the moment magical with Snape's footsteps approaching faster. She lightly kissed the spot next to his lips, not wanting to spoil the future opportunity to have a true first kiss with him. Just as Harry was about to move his lips, Snape's wand chasing away the shadows as the two stumbled apart. 

"Potter and (l/n), what did I expect. Care to explain why you two are...hanging out in the corridors at night?" Snape scowled.

"Well, it was kind of obvious wasn't it? Until you had to interrupt us," (y/n) said truthfully, he really did interrupt. 

Snape clears his throat awkwardly, "Extraordinarily like your father Potter, he too was exceedingly arrogant. Strutting about the castle."

"My dad didn't strut," Harry defended, "and nor do I. Now if you don't mind I would appreciate it if you could lower your wand."

(y/n) found this side of Harry appealing, as he fiercely glared at Snape. Snape did lower his wand, put only to observe Harry's sweatshirt pocket, that had an obvious shape of a large piece of parchment inside.

"Turn out your pockets," Snape ordered, repeating himself when Harry didn't move. "Turn out...your...pockets."

Harry fumbled inside the large front pocket, taking out the blank parchment. 

"What's this?" Snape asked.

"Bare bit of parchment," (y/n) answered, Snape not bothering to look at her.

"Really? Open it."

Harry unfolded it, not revealing it to Snape.

"Reveal, your secrets," Snape said, as he placed the tip of his wand on the tan paper. "Read it," he instructed.

"Messrs Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, offer their compliments to Professor Snape, and-" Harry paused.

"Go on." 

He looked up at Snape with an amused grin as he finished, "and request that he keep his abnormally long nose and greasy hair out of other peoples business." (y/n) laughed as he finished. 

"Why, you insolent little-" Snape was cut off by another grown man's voice. 

"Professor," the voice said warningly, the voice belonging to Professor Lupin, causing Snape to whip around.

"Well well, Lupin. Out for a little walk...in the moonlight, are we?" 

Lupin ignored Snape's comment turning to the children. "Are you two alright?" They nodded their heads in assurance. 

Snape aggressively grabbed the parchment from Harry's hands, "I've just now confiscated a rather curious artifact. Take a look, Lupin, supposed to be your area of expertise. Clearly, it's full of darkkk magic." 

"Oh, I seriously doubt it Severus, it looks to me as though it's merely a parchment designed to insult anyone who tries to read it," Lupin says, inspecting the paper, Snape trying to grab it back. "I suspect it's a Zonko product. Nevertheless, I should inspect any hidden qualities it may posses. It is after all as you say my, area of expertise. Will you two come with me please." 

The two follow the professor, nothing but silence until they enter the DADA classroom. 

"Now I haven't the faintest idea how this map came to be in your possession, and quite frankly I am astounded that you didn't hand it in. Did it never occur to either of you that this in the hands of Sirius Black is a map to Harry. No? You know your father Harry, never went by the rules either, but he and your mother gave their lives to save yours. Gambling their sacrifice by wandering around the castle, unprotected with a killer on the loose seems to be a pretty poor way to repay them!" Lupin's voice echoed throughout the classroom as he turned to (y/n). "And your mo-" he stopped. "Now I will not cover up for you two again, do you hear me?"

"Yes sir," they said in unison. 

"Now I want you both to return to your dormitory's and stay there. And don't take any detours, if you do," he held up the map, "I shall know." 

(y/n) turned around, "Professor, just so you know, I don't think that map always works. Earlier on it showed someone in the castle. Someone we know to be dead."

"Oh really, who might that be," Lupin said from his desk.

"Peter Pettigrew," Harry answered. 

Lupin froze as his eyes grew wide and his grip tightened on the map, "That's not possible."

"Just what we saw," Harry turned, (y/n) following him out.

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(y/n) went to sleep not being able to shake the memory of her and Harry's almost kiss, once again. Once she finally drifted off, nightmare after nightmare engulfed her imagination as the scenes that once surrounded her in her mind morphed, as she was awoken by a scream

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a/n~I'm getting bad at updating I'm sorry 💀 I'm also getting confused at the timeline for POA so there might be some scenes in later chapters that have already happened at this point in the movie. If there are grammar mistakes sorry!

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