Dear Mr. Potter,

Following up on our letter of approximately two days ago, the Ministry of Magic has revised its decision to destroy your wand forthwith. You may retain your wand until your disciplinary hearing on 12th August, at which time an official decision will be taken.

Following discussions with the Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry has agreed that the question of your expulsion will also be decided at that time. You should therefore consider yourself suspended from school pending further inquiries.

With best wishes,

Yours sincerely,

Mafalda Hopkrik.

Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic

Well this sucks. I can't believe I have to have this hearing.

Y/N and I were getting ready for our disciplinary hearing this afternoon. To decide whether or not we were to be expelled from Hogwarts.

I'll admit I lost it yesterday on my friends when I arrived at Grimmauld Place. I was just concerned, I hadn't heard anything all summer and I was kept in the dark. I mean, I saw Voldemort come back from the dead.

I have to be entitled to know some information. However, I also realized that everyone has some good intentions with it. Even if I'm a still a little bit upset.

Hermione and Y/N have spent the entire night going over the laws with me. It's kind of ridiculous that I have to go through with this anyways.

I was defending myself along with my friend and cousin. What was I supposed to do? Let them get their souls sucked out from their bodies?

It's bloody ridiculous.

"They'll have to let you off." Y/N said to me as he fixed up his tie. "You were just defending yourself."

"What about you?" I asked.

"I'm not so sure there's even going to be a big trial for me." Y/N replied. "I was defending you against an abusive lunatic. Even Cornelius Fudge can't be against child abuse."

Hermione had joined us in the room, where she walked over to Y/N and helped fasten his tie.

Y/N's POV

"You know, this reminds me of something." I said, smiling as Hermione fixed my tie.

"Oh yeah?" She smirked. "What might that be?"

"The Yule Ball, before we walked down the staircase." I explained. "You were fussing about the way I had overlooked the loose strand in my tie and decided to fix it up for yourself."

"Well it was all mangled," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "I couldn't have my date looking like a mess."

"Still happened to be the best night of my life." I smiled, giving her a small kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too." Hermione said, kissing me back before we turned towards a smug Harry.

"When you two are done flirting, we need to get going," He said. "Mr. Weasley is waiting for us."

I sighed, he was right after all.

We finished up, before walking outside of our room to where Mr. Weasley was standing, waiting for us.

I squeezed Hermione's hand, she seemed to be more nervous than I was.

"I'll be alright, love," I said softly. "I'll see you later."

Hermione smiled, kissing my cheek before leaving us.

"Well come on you two." Mr. Weasley said. "It's time to go. Thomas is waiting for us."

With that, we walked out of Grimmauld Place and into the streets of London. It was surprisingly scarce this morning, which I guess is a good sign.

Mr. Weasley led us to a telephone booth.

"Good, good," He said. "Not very many Muggles."

We slipped into the booth one by one. Mr. Weasley was careful enough to make sure that nobody saw three people cramming into a small booth.

Rightfully so, as that would be a bit strange.

"I sure do love using the Gellytone!" Mr. Weasley chirped.

"That's a telephone Mr. Weasley." I said. "Not a Gellytone."

"Oh yes, of course! Now what's the number again....."

Mr. Weasley then punched in a couple of numbers, then suddenly a voice boomed from the phone box.

"Welcome to the Ministry of Magic," the voice said. "Please state your business."

"Harry Potter and Y/N L/N, disciplinary hearing." He stated.

"Please stand by."

Suddenly, the booth shot downwards, causing me to fly up in the air briefly, before falling back into the ground as we landed.

"How do you ride these things?" I asked, as Harry helped me up.

"Usually I'd apparate," Mr. Weasley said. "But you're all so young, so I thought we'd take the scenic route."

Lovely, I feel like apparating is much safer, plus a lot more fun.

"Well boys, we're here." Mr. Weasley stated. "Welcome to the Ministry of Magic."

Harry's POV

It was amazing, I had never seen so many witches and wizards all in one place before.

The three of us walked into the lobby of the Ministry of Magic. Y/N and I were marveling at the sheer size of it as we continued to walk.

"We could end up working here someday." Y/N said, as he eyed everything around him.

But before I could follow up, Thomas had appeared and approached us.

"Hello, Uncle." Y/N greeted as Thomas came up to us.

"Bad news, Arthur." He said. "I just talked to Perkins, they changed the time of your hearings."

"Blast! Dumbledore thought they might try that." Mr. Weasley flustered.

"Harry's trial started at 8!"

"Good lord!" Mr. Weasley said, checking his watch. "That was five minutes ago! Come on!"

He guided us through the Ministry as Y/N and I walked alongside them. Thomas had received a few glares in his direction, along with a few harsh words thrown in his direction.

"Scum!"

"Traitor to the Ministry!"

"How could you do that to the Minister!"

Y/N didn't look too happy, but calmed himself down enough as to not make a scene. We were having a trial and things didn't need to get worse than they were.

"Department of Mysteries," The same voice from before called out.

"What's the Department of Mysteries?" Y/N asked.

"Very confidential research is done there, boys." Thomas said to us. "I couldn't even tell you what goes on in there."

After a bit, Mr. Weasley and the rest of us arrived at a large chamber.

"Here we are," he said to us. "Harry's trial is up first, and Y/N, yours will follow."

"What should I do in the meantime?" Y/N asked.

"We wait." Thomas suggested. "Your trial won't begin until later."

Y/N nodded towards me, as Mr. Weasley, himself, and his Uncle took off back to the Ministry.

I entered the Chamber to find many wizards and witches sitting around it, with Fudge sitting proudly up front.

It was quite intimidating to say the least.

"You're late." Fudge snarled at me.

"Uh....sorry?" I replied.

"No matter," Fudge said. "The accused will take their seat."

I took my seat in a small chair in front of Fudge, but as I did, a voice came through the hallway.

It was Dumbledore.

"Witness for the Defense, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." Dumbledore said to the committee.

Oh this should be good.

"Ah......you.....er got our message that the time had changed, did you?" Fudge said.

"Must have missed it," Dumbledore smiled. "However, due to a fortunate mistake, I arrived at the Ministry three hours early."

Talk about punctual.

Dumbledore than conjured a chair to sit down next to me, staring at Fudge with the glare of a thousand lifetimes.

"Well. The....ah....Charges!" Fudge said, gesturing to a woman, who introduced herself as Amelia Bones.

A relation to Susan?

"The charges against the first accused shall now be read into the record:" Bones started. "That the first accused did with deliberation and fore-knowledge of the illegality of his actions, produce a patronus charm in full sight of a Muggle."

She looked at me sternly.

"You are Harry James Potter?"

"Yes." I replied.

"You produced a Patronus? A fully formed Patronus, with a clear defined shape?"

"Uh, yes."

"That is most impressive, Mr. Potter," Bones smiled, clearly impressed.

Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

Y/N's POV

As we walked through the Ministry, Uncle Thomas led the way, providing a small tour before my hearing. Passing through the bustling corridors, we reached the Auror offices, a place I'd always been curious about. I glanced around, catching a glimpse of my uncle's former boss, Blair Raywood's office.

Thomas gestured toward the closed door, "Raywood's office. She was tough, but fair. Blair taught me a lot."

I nodded, absorbing the surroundings. The air in the Ministry held a mix of anticipation and urgency, and I couldn't help but contemplate my own future. With O.W.L.S exams looming, the pressure to think about a career intensified.

Maybe being an Auror is the right path, I pondered. The idea of fighting dark forces and defending the magical world had its appeal. Yet, other thoughts about alternative careers lingered in my mind.

Uncle Thomas caught my thoughtful expression. "Thinking about your future, Y/N?"

I nodded, "Yeah, with the O.W.L.S approaching, I need to start considering my options."

He patted my back, offering some advice, "Auror is a noble profession, but explore all your possibilities. Your mother was like that too, you know. Always dreaming of being a Professor at Hogwarts. Endless possibilities for someone with your talent."

I never knew that about Mum, maybe that's something I can look into also.

As Uncle Thomas and I found a secluded spot in the Ministry away from prying eyes, I couldn't shake the weight of the recent conversation I'd overheard between him and my father. The air seemed to thicken with a foreboding tension as Thomas's face fell, and he let out a heavy sigh.

"What's on your mind, Y/N?" he inquired, gesturing for me to sit beside him.

"I overheard your conversation with Dad the other night," I began cautiously. "About someone named Cane. He sounds... dangerous."

Thomas's face fell, and he sighed, gesturing for us to move away from the bustling Ministry, seeking a more private space. The air grew heavy with the weight of the unsaid, and I could sense the gravity of the impending revelation.

He hesitated before speaking, his tone serious. "Cane Travers is a dangerous man, Y/N. More dangerous than you can imagine."

Travers attended Hogwarts at the same time as your parents, the Potters, Lupin, Sirius, and me," Uncle Thomas began, his gaze distant as he revisited memories he would rather forget. "He was cunning, charismatic, but beneath the surface, there was darkness."

His words hung in the air, a spectral reminder of the shadows that lurked within the once-hallowed halls of Hogwarts. "He reveled in his pure blood privilege, playing malicious pranks on Muggleborns, tormenting those he considered beneath him."

"Cane was charming when he wanted to be," Thomas explained, a tinge of bitterness in his voice. "He was a close companion, at least on the surface. The twisted sense of superiority only revealed itself gradually."

He continued, "Cane used to be a lover of your Mother. They dated for several years, bethroned forcefully by their families."

I listened in horrified silence as Thomas recounted Cane's cruel acts. A prank on my father, Steven, so brutal that it landed him in the hospital for months. He did this because he caught my Dad talking to my Mum. He could have killed my father and he showed no remorse or regret.

Cane's descent into darkness continued as he became a Death Eater during Voldemort's first rise, committing heinous crimes against Muggle-borns, half-bloods, and members of the Order.

"He's been pardoned for his crimes, believed to have fled to the United States," Thomas continued, his voice darkening. "But with Voldemort's return, he might be coming back, and that's a danger we can't ignore."

The chilling revelation sunk in. Cane Travers, connected to my family, a looming threat that had haunted them for years. "What does he want?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Thomas hesitated before speaking, "Revenge, power, and twisted ideologies. And, Y/N, he holds grudges. Really deep grudges."

I froze. This guy sounds incredibly dangerous. Almost worse than any other Death Eater I've heard about.

But what does any of this have to do with me?

A/N: My attempt begins at making a Fenwick/Jakob/Nathan like character IYKYK

Harry's POV

"It doesn't matter how remarkable it was!" Fudge bellowed.

"But I did it because of the Dementors!" I exclaimed, trying to defend myself.

"What do you mean?" Bones asked, she looked intrigued at my claim.

But Fudge obviously didn't look pleased.

"It's just another cock and bull story!" Fudge claimed. "It's not true!"

"But it is true!"

"Of course is is." Fudge said sarcastically.

"Dementors?" Bones asked. "In Little Whinging?"

"Oh come on, Susan." Fudge snapped. "He's clearly lying."

But Dumbledore spoke up.

"Actually, we have a witness to the presence of the Dementor's in question." Dumbledore said.

"We haven't got time to-"

"I may be wrong," Dumbledore interrupted. "But I do believe that it says somewhere in the Wizengamot Charter of Rights that the accused has the right to present witnesses to prove his or her case?"

"In fact, I do believe that I wrote that particular bit myself."

Fudge looked extremely irritated.

"Very well," he sighed. "Weasley, fetch the witness."

I saw Percy Weasley, who was now fully on Fudge's side open the door. I glared at him, as he let inside the one person I didn't expect to find in a Ministry of Magic courtroom.

Mrs. Figg entered the room, sliding down quietly and nervously into a chair beside me. It was clear she was nervous, and I didn't quite blame her.

"Full name?" Fudge announced.

"Arabella Doreen Figg," she replied. "Resident of Little Whinging."

Y/N's POV

In the tense silence of the courtroom, I waited anxiously alongside Uncle Thomas for my trial to begin. The weight of impending judgment hung heavy in the air, overshadowed by the unsettling presence of Fudge's arrogance.

As we exchanged nervous glances, a wave of relief washed over us as Harry and Dumbledore emerged from the courtroom, the latter flashing me a reassuring smile before apparating away.

Uncle Thomas breathed a sigh of relief, clapping a hand on my shoulder. "Looks like Harry got off on all charges," he remarked, a hint of pride in his voice.

I returned his smile, grateful for Harry's victory, but my relief was short-lived as Harry leaned in to warn me about Fudge and a particularly unpleasant woman.

"Watch out for Fudge and that toad-like woman," Harry cautioned, his expression serious. "They're not very pleasant, especially that woman."

When was Fudge ever bearable?

Uncle Thomas's face twisted in distaste at the mention of the woman. "Dolores Umbridge," he muttered. "She's a disgusting and vile woman."

"Was she a colleague of yours?" I asked.

"She's Senior Undersecretary to Fudge," my Uncle replied. "she's also a right kiss ass to Fudge, we have to be careful."

Before I could dwell on anything, Uncle Thomas's realization dawned upon him, and he ushered me towards the tunnel leading to my own disciplinary hearing.

As we descended into the depths of the Wizengamot chamber, the weight of scrutiny bore down on me. The members of the Wizengamot eyed me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, their gazes piercing as if they could see into my very soul.

The Wizengamot chamber crackled with tension as my trial commenced. Fudge's contempt for me was palpable, his words laced with disdain.

"Y/N M/N L/N," Fudge began, his voice dripping with condescension, "you stand accused of threatening a Muggle with the use of magic."

"You are correct, sir." I said politely, not trying to cause any more trouble that I could get into.

Uncle Thomas stood beside me. However, even he wasn't spared from Fudge's animosity, as the Minister reminded him of their past altercation.

"You assaulted me for no reason, Thomas," Fudge sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.

Thomas didn't bat an eye, his gaze steely as he retorted, "No reason? I seem to recall a perfectly good one, Minister."

Fudge's face reddened with anger, but before he could respond, the trial resumed with him continuing his relentless attack on me.

He emphasized the danger and insubordinace, especially when it came to threatening a Muggle with the use of magic.

I'll admit, it wasn't right of me to do so either, even if that fat lard did deserve every bit of it.

Fudge continued his tirade, his condescending tone ringing in the courtroom. "Insubordination, reckless behavior – all unacceptable within our wizarding schools."

I tried to speak up, but Fudge dismissed my words. "Your reckless actions have consequences, L/N."

"I know it was wrong!" I exclaimed. "but i-"

"You threatened a Muggle, endangered lives! We can't tolerate such behavior in our schools."

I attempted to defend myself, to explain the circumstances that led to my actions, but Fudge cut me off with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Your excuses won't hold, Y/N," he sneered, his lip curling in disgust. "Expulsion must be taken into account."

The suddenly, a toad-like woman with a demeanor as sour as her appearance, chimed in with her own brand of venom. "Typical schoolboy lies," she spat, her voice dripping with disdain.

This must be Umbridge, that woman Uncle Thomas was on about earlier.

Something about her sent chills down my spine, made me feel a bit uneasy.

Thomas and Umbridge engaged in a heated exchange, their words like daggers in the air. "You have no right to judge him, Umbridge," Thomas retorted, his voice tinged with anger. "You have no idea what he's been through."

Umbridge's eyes narrowed, her lip curling into a sneer. "I know enough to see a troublemaker when I see one," she shot back, her voice sharp as a whip.

But before the tension could escalate further, Amelia intervened, her voice cutting through the animosity like a beacon of reason. "Let the accused speak," she declared, she was firm, but giving me a chance.

And that's all I wanted.

I seized the opportunity to plead my case, to explain the circumstances that led to my actions. "I was trying to protect my friend," I explained earnestly, desperation creeping into my voice. "He was being abused, and I couldn't just stand by and do nothing."

Fudge scoffed, dismissing my explanation with a wave of his hand. "Your intentions are irrelevant," he declared, his voice dripping with disdain. "Threatening a Muggle with magic is unacceptable, regardless of the circumstances."

But Bones wasn't so quick to dismiss me. "Let him finish," she admonished Fudge, her tone firm but fair. "He deserves to be heard."

I nodded gratefully, meeting Susan's gaze with a sense of hope. "I know it wasn't the best decision," I admitted, my voice tinged with regret. "But I promise, it won't happen again."

Bones nodded thoughtfully, a glimmer of understanding in her eyes. "Thank you, Y/N," she said softly, her tone gentle. "Your honesty is appreciated."

Umbridge, however, scoffed at my words, her skepticism evident in her expression. "Typical schoolboy lies," she muttered under her breath, her lip curling in disdain.

What is her problem?

Bones declared the charges dropped. "Anything he says is irrelevant," Fudge declared dismissively.

Thomas retorted sharply, "Quite the contrary, Cornelius. My nephew has admitted his lapse in judgment, expressed sincere apologies, and defended Mr. Potter in the best interests of his friend."

Fudge sneered, "You have no authority here, Thomas. You were sacked from the Ministry, remember?"

Thomas responded with a stark tone, "I remember quite clearly, I quit, Fudge. Couldn't stand your nonsense anymore. And while you're falsely accusing my nephew of lying, you're doing the same thing."

A tense standoff ensued, but Amelia Bones took charge, calling for a vote. Fudge and Umbridge were the only hands raised in favor of pursuing charges, while the rest of the Wizengamot voted in favor of dropping the charges.

I was free.

"Well then it's settled," Bones said. "Court is adjourned."

With that, I got up from my seat as the court cleared themselves out of the chamber. I saw Umbridge looking back at me with a scowl before joining the others outside of the courtroom.

Hopefully I never see her again.

My Uncle and I exited the courtroom to see Harry and Mr. Weasley standing outside.

"You got off?" Harry asked.

"Cleared of all charges." I smirked.

With that, the four of us exited the courtroom, only to run into a man blocking our path. He had jet black air and had an air of authority towards him.

"Congratulations, Mr. Potter," the man said with a hint of condescension. "Cornelius was just remarking on the fortuitous coincidence of your escape from charges. Quite an accomplishment, I must say."

"It was quite impressive, Fenwick." Uncle Thomas said, getting in front of Harry and I. "All's well that ends well, as they say."

Fenwick nodded, acknowledging the sentiment. "Indeed, Thomas. A fortunate turn of events for young Mr. Potter." His eyes glinted with a hint of something unsettling.

As he continued, Fenwick mentioned some important business awaiting him in the countryside of Wiltshire. "I mustn't linger, important matters demand my attention. But, I couldn't resist congratulating Mr. Potter in person."

Uncle Thomas nodded politely, though I could sense an undercurrent of tension in the air. "Of course, Fenwick. We won't keep you any longer."

As he spoke, Fenwick's demeanor turned menacing, and I could feel a chill run down my spine. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed my arm with a violent grip, his fingers digging into my flesh.

"And as for you, Mr. Potter, and you, Mr. L/N," Fenwick's voice dripped with malice, "remember that not all endings are as fortunate as this one. Be mindful of that."

With a final, chilling glance, Fenwick released his hold on my arm and strode away, leaving us standing in the corridor.

"Who the hell was that guy?" I asked, brushing off my arm.

"Fenwick Hawthorne." Mr. Weasley said, "he's a right hand man of Cornelius Fudge, helps the Ministry in a lot of ways."

"Didn't he kill his wife and child?" I asked. "I remember reading about that."

"There are indeed such accusations," my Uncle hissed, his eyes narrowing. "And knowing him, it wouldn't surprise me one bit if they held truth."

"There's also rumors he used to be involved with You-Know-Who." Mr. Weasley followed. "He's reassured the Ministry numerous times he's cut ties, but none of us are too sure."

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"I knew it!" Ron shouted upon our entrance to Grimmauld Place. Everyone was celebrating in the entrance.

"They got off! They got off!" Everyone chanted.

Hermione brought me in for a hug, kissing me softly as I hugged her back.

"Told you I'd be okay, my little worrier." I teased, as Hermione laughed.

"Well, I'm just glad you're okay." She replied, hugging me tighter.

"I knew you'd get off!" Dad said, ruffling my hair. "Susan Bones has always been fair."

"Yeah, she was brilliant." Harry smiled.

"Now we can get back to important matters." Dad said. "Anything out of the ordinary, little brother?"

"We saw Fenwick Hawthorne on Level Nine." Uncle Thomas replied. "Tell Dumbledore, next time he comes in."

"Of course," Sirius said. "Well, I'd better be off," he said. "I've got a bewitched vomiting toilet to deal with."

What?

Suddenly, Harry dropped to the ground, and clutched into his forehead.

Gotta be his scar.

"Harry!" Sirius exclaimed, getting down to Harry's level.

"You alright, mate?" I said.

"Yeah......my scar........." He said. "The pain is getting stronger."

Sirius and Lupin helped Harry to his room, as I went back to my room with Hermione.

It was a long day, and I needed to rest a little bit.

But as we went upstairs, we were greeted by the ugly face of Kreacher, the house elf for Grimmauld Place.

"Blood traitors and Mudblood scum," the elf muttered. "Oh, how the mistress would weep to see scum in her house....."

"Well good thing the mistress is dead." I said plainly. "Now scram ugly, before I kick you down these stairs."

Kreacher gave me a harsh glare before continuing to mutter to himself.

"You didn't have to do that for me," Hermione said. "but thank you."

Hermione and I settled into bed, cuddling up together for a few minutes before I saw her fall asleep.

As Hermione slept, with my arm around her, I used my other arm to grab a photo off of the table. It was a picture of me as a baby, alongside my parents and Uncle.

We were in front of a large mansion, as the picture moved, I saw Dad kiss Mum on the cheek, as she held me in her arms tightly.

I started to tear up a bit as I looked at the picture. Everyone looked so young here, including my Mother. I missed her so much, even so when I saw her in the graveyard that awful night.

I wished she was here with us. I have a feeling she'd like Hermione.

The picture continued to move, as more people came into view. I saw another couple with a baby, they looked young and happy as well.

I recognized these people, they were Lily and James Potter, and the baby they were carrying must have been Harry.

Harry and I knew each other as babies?

As more people came into view, I started to recognize them. Everyone was younger and smiling.

Mad Eye.

Dumbledore.

Professor Lupin.

Sirius.

Even the rat face Peter Pettigrew was there, before he became Wormtail.

Neville's parents Alice and Frank, before they were tortured into insanity by Death Eaters.

Plus a few other individuals I didn't know. Maybe I can talk to my Dad or Uncle about who they were.

Hermione shuffled in her sleep, turning my attention towards her.

"Mmh." She groaned. "Come back to bed, babe."

I chuckled, looking at Mum and the others waving to me as I put the picture down on my nightstand.

I kissed Hermione's forehead, wrapping my arms around her as I drifted off to sleep. But not before I saw the crystal ball on my chair glowing a bright light.

Oh well, something I'll look at another time.

———————

Suddenly, after what felt like minutes, a loud voice burst into our room.

"Wake up!" Ginny announced. "Our letters from school have arrived!"

Hermione and I groggily woke up, she was quite irritated to be woken up, with her hair a mess.

"Ginny, we were sleeping." Hermione said in irritation.

"You were out for three hours." Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "You have your prefect letter, Hermione!"

That got her up quickly.

Hermione rolled out of bed, running to Ginny before grabbing the letter from her hand.

Ron, Heather, Harry, and the twins also arrived in our room, they had already opened up their letters to see what they needed for school.

Hermione's POV

I felt a small bump in my throat as I opened the letter. This must be saying I became a Prefect. It has to be.

At least I hope it does.

I opened the letter and read aloud.

Dear Miss Granger,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to serve as a Prefect for Gryffindor House. Your school record shows that you have exhibited bravery, the ability to lead others, and have exhibited quick thinking. All of which Gryffindor has long lauded for.

We are certain that you will continue to be a role model for your peers and take your new responsibilities seriously. Enclosed, please find your Prefects Badge, which must be worn on your school robes at all times.

Congratulations!

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Head of Gryffindor House

"I got Prefect!" I shouted, much to everyone's excitement.

"Who else would it be?" Y/N said, bringing me in for a hug. "Congrats, Mione, nobody deserves it more than you."

"Thank you, Y/N." I said, smiling into his shoulder.

But the next question was, who was the male Prefect?

"Do we know who the male Prefect is?" Heather asked.

"I'm assuming it's Y/N." George said.

"Of course, with how much of a teachers pet he can be." Fred joked, as everyone laughed.

"There's nothing wrong with caring about classwork." Y/N said

I really hoped Y/N was the male Prefect, he has to be.

Having my boyfriend as a Prefect with me would be wonderful. We could go on nightly rounds and have some time alone with each other. Which is something I have craved for a long time since we got to Grimmauld Place.

Plus, he deserves it.

We fumbled through the letters and grabbed Y/N, but as he opened up his letter, it just showed the list of books and supplies he needed for the fifth year.

"I don't understand." Y/N said as he stopped reading the letter. "Is there a separate letter?"

"We already went through them all, Y/N." Heather said. "Maybe it's coming late?"

Suddenly, Ron gasped as he opened his letter.

"It's me," he said silently. "I'm the Gryffindor Prefect!"

"WHAT?" Y/N shouted.