Someone Special (Minecraft Hostile mobs x reader)

Chapter 3

Waiting was harder than you thought it'd be. After a couple of minutes, you paced around the room, stopping and looking at Harry before continuing.

Eilliam wasn't doing too much better. He had his arms behind his head and sat numbly on a wooden oak chair, staring up at the ceiling of the house.

Minutes seemed like hours and hours seemed like days until suddenly, Harry let out a soft groan. Eilliam instant grabbed more of the healing potion you made and you grabbed onto Harry's hand, whispering soft nothings into his ear as he struggled to open his eyes.

"You can do it, Harry! C'mon, you got this."

At this, Harry grinned boyishly and sent you a teasing glance. "Aww, miss me?"

You rolled your eyes and smacked him across the head, holding yourself back from strangling him - this witch nearly died and he was still as annoying as usual. "No."

"You're breaking my heart, Joy," he teased again, this time motioning for you to hug him. You smiled and accepted it, before pulling away and smacking him again, much to Eilliam's amusement.

"Oww, what did I do now, Joy?"

"What on Earth happened to you? Do you KNOW how worried we were? Who did you annoy? You never know when to quit and that gets you into trouble - don't give me that look, you're not getting out of this." Harry put his hands up and said, "Wait, Joy, I can explain this - honest!"

You held up a potion book, about to hit him again before Eilliam took it away. "Now, now, Joy, as much as I'd like to do the same, I believe that young Mr. Harry is trying to tell us something. Enlighten us, Harry? Preferably before Joy picks up that book again - I'm not stopping her next time."

Harry shivered at the thought and spluttered something about sunshine, lollipops, and players. Eilliam looked confused. You say there dumbly, trying to piece the random words together.

Harry sighed and repeated himself. "I went on an adventure to try to find the place where the sun was exactly in the middle of the sky" - (Eilliam rolled his eyes at this and mumbled something about how Harry had learned nothing and you smiled fondly at your silly brother). "Then I found this interesting lollipop trail. I followed it and reached a clearing. There, I saw Silver! Remember Silver?"

At Eilliam's groan and your confused look, he continued. "One of our customers. He was giving potions away to a player - he called him Steve. They were harming potions! Then Steve saw me and threw some at me - I ran, but the potion slowed me down and he was able to shoot me and send his dog after me. Thankfully, I had an invisibility potion on me so I used that and got away. I was so worried I wouldn't be back." Now feeling guilty, you pulled him into a hug. "I'm sorry."

Now Harry's teasing grin was back. "You should be."

Eilliam looked troubled. "Shush, Harry. This is serious. Why is a mob, a silverfish no less, giving a damage potion to a player?" Harry's smile faded, and he looked off to the distance as if the answer was blowing in the wind.

"I don't know."

Eilliam was quick to ask another question - "Did you hear anything from their discussion? Anything at all?"

Harry looked conflicted for a minute, gently resting his hand on his forehead and wincing. You realized that he might have experienced blunt force trauma from the dog attack and quickly whispered to him to stop thinking and relax. "Don't talk if you're not ready."

Eilliam nodded in agreement and went back to flipping mindlessly through a potions book. That was a nervous habit of his, something he did when he was hiding something or stressed out.

At that, you placed a gentle hand on Eilliam's shoulder as well, effectively relaxing him. "Eilliam - no, dad, you need to calm down. Stressing isn't going to help anyone right now. Just lay back a little." Eilliam nodded exhaustedly and took your advice, slumping back against his chair.

In an attempt to brighten the mood, Harry chuckled. "So you got dad to listen to you, Joy. You have him wrapped around your pinkie, you know that?" Eilliam sent Harry an annoyed glance, but looked back at you with a fond smile, like a smile that a proud father would give his child.

"Well, Joy is my little girl. Perhaps not by choice, but she's grown on me. Cast a spell on me, eh?" he teased, a rare smile on his face, previous tension gone.

You rolled your eyes with a cheeky grin. "Yes dad, because I've reached that level of witchcraft."

Harry chortled. "At the rate dad's working you, you will soon." Whispering, he stated, "Nether, you might even be better than me one day!"

You hugged him back. The atmosphere was now pleasant, with everyone sitting contently.

Them, a thought sprung into your mind and you hesitated a bit before asking. "Hey Dad, what did you mean by 'not by choice?' I know that I wasn't born a witch, but I supposed that you'd adopted me or something. If you didn't make the choice, then who did?" Eilliam and Harry both tensed up at this and looked towards each other.

"Harry, was it you?"

Harry seemed to be having a battle in his head, but shook it off and muttered "no."

Now you were concerned. Not to mention more than a little hurt. What were they hiding from you?

You asked again, "I need to know where I came from. Who was my real birth mother? My birth father? When did you bring me in? Who brought me in? From where? Why?"

All these questions tumbled out, yet the witches made no move to reply. Both of them had their heads hung and looked at anyone but you. This only got you more upset.

"I need to know! Why is nobody telling me?"

After a few awkward moments of silence, you were about to head back to your room, tears falling down your cheeks when Eilliam's voice rang out from behind you.

"There's a prophecy."

You turned around.

"A prophecy?"

Harry nodded this time, soaring a glance up at you and nearly crying himself at the tears still in your eyes. "It's kind of like a story, a story that was passed on from Minecraftian generations. It's a story, a prophecy, about a young child who will grow up to—"

He halted when a sudden crash came from the front door and the door shook wildly as if being broken down by someone from the outside.

The three of you exchanged a glance.

"Steve."