𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐃- a harry x y/n fanfic

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Y/N POV

There was no sound in the cold, little cabin. The windows were frosted and snow sat on the sills. The floors creaked seemingly ear-splittingly loud, but the silence was even more voluminous than any noise could make. I felt as though it were illegal to move at all- to disturb the still room, but it wasn't still in a calming way- in a tense, chilling way. I glanced around to see all my friends from my year- the Weasley twins, Cho Chang, and more. Also in the room was Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter, sitting at the front.

Sure, I knew them. Everyone did. I mean, who didn't? The Golden Trio, the Boy Who Lived. I had always felt so proud to go to the same school as them. But we had never spoken, let alone did Harry Potter know I existed. But I had always wanted to help out- surely he didn't enjoy fighting You-Know-Who all by himself. So I had decided to go to the meeting Cho had told me about- in the freezing cabin where Hermione would talk to us about stopping that horrible Umbridge lady, and learning Defense Against the Dark Arts correctly.

Just as I looked up, he did too and our eyes met. This seemed to snap him out of his trance, and he cleared his throat. This triggered Hermione and she stood up, dusting off her lap.

"Uhm... hi! So..." She started, looking a bit nervous, staring out at the at least a dozen people in the room. "You all know why we're here... we need a teacher! A proper teacher." She explained. "One who's had real experience defending themselves against the Dark Arts." She glanced at me, and even though I didn't know her, I gave her a reassuring smile and she seemed to relax a bit more.

"But why?" A 4th-year in the crowd blurted.

"Why?" Ron snarled. I could feel the tension in the room rising. "'Cause You-Know-Who's back, you tosspot!" Although the way he put it was aggressive, Ron was right.

"So he says," The blonde sneered, glaring at Harry. I wanted to stand up and slap him. Besides, what other explanation was there for what happened that night? What other explanation was there for what had been happening all year? The dark, abnormal inconsistencies, the sudden strict action the ministry had been taking (allegedly out of fear), and Dumbledore suddenly avoiding all students?

"So Dumbledore says!" Hermione corrected, straightening her posture.

"So Dumbledore says 'cause he says. The point is, where's the proof?" The boy said. What a snob. He knew nothing about what actually happened that night, and therefore he had no say in what went down. Harry looked at the boy, blue eyes faded and blank (ik his eyes are green in the books but this applies to the movie bc this scene is from the movie). Harry's face became red, out of shame or of anger, and he looked at the ground.

"If Potter could tell us more about how Diggory got killed..." A boy with long, dark hair spoke up. I didn't like the idea of where this conversation was going. Surely, Harry didn't want to talk about the traumatic events of what happened that night. Harry sighed and stood up, fidgeting with his hands.

"I'm not gonna talk about Cedric, so if that's why you're here, you might as well clear out now," Harry said. I let out a sigh of relief. I didn't necessarily want to hear about it either- I had known Cedric personally. We were around each other frequently- I hung out with Cho, so I also hung out with him. Harry turned to Hermione and whispered in her ear- something about 'they all must think I'm a freak'. Suddenly, Luna, who stood next to me and Cho, spoke up. If anyone were going to, it would definitely be her.

"Is it true you can produce a Patronus charm?" She asked, tilting her head. Stools creaked as everyone turned to face her, dirty looks being shot her way. But Loony- uh, Luna didn't care. She just looked on and seemingly listened to the silence in the room as though it were music, a smile on her face. Hermione answered for him.

"Yes. I've seen it," Hermione said, raising a brow and ignoring the undoubtedly protesting looks that she was receiving from Harry.

"Blimey Harry! I didn't know you could do that!" Dean Thomas said, impressed. Neville spoke up as well.

"I-I mean he killed the Baskalisk! With a sword, i-in Dumbledore's office!" He rubbed the winter hat he held in his hand nervously.

"It's true!"

"Not to mention, he's fought about a hundred dementors at once," Ron said, looking up at Harry. The tension in the room seemed to lighten after hearing all that Harry had accomplished, had done for Hogwarts. But the controversial topic was brought up again.

"And last year he really did fight with You-Know-Who in the flesh," Hermione said, shooting a glare at the two boys who had questioned Harry's story. Harry grabbed her arm.

"Hermione!" He hissed. He turned and looked back out at the crowd, huddled in the tiny room. He sighed and relaxed his shoulders a bit. "Look... it all sounds great when you say it like that, but- the truth is, most of that was just luck." Harry avoided eye contact with anyone in the room. I thought for sure the Boy Who Lived would be arrogant, after all that he had achieved- I had no idea he would be so humble. "I didn't know what I was doing half the time, I nearly always had help," He glanced at Ron and Hermione.

"He's just being modest-" Hermione interrupted. The people were right, she was quite stubborn. She was very insistent.

"No!" Harry stopped her. "Hermione, I'm not." His face was angry and Hermione seemingly cowered under his glare. "Facing this stuff in real life... is not like school. In school, if you make a mistake, you can just try again tomorrow, but out there- when you're a second away from being murdered- or watching a friend die right before your eyes..." He stopped for a moment. I heard Cho sniffle at the mention of Cedric. "You don't know what that's like." 

My heart ached for him. He had practically been forced to talk about the sensitive subject- fighting the Satan of the Wizarding World, the brutal death of Cedric... he didn't deserve that. Harry looked at the ground and sat down again. Then, of course, Hermione started talking.

"You're right Harry, we don't." She took a seat. "That's why we need your help. Because if we're going to have any chance of beating... Voldemort..." I could sense the fear in the room and my eyes widened. I knew that Harry and Dumbledore were the only ones who had dared to say his name so openly.

"...He's really back?" A little boy asked. Harry nodded subtly and glanced around the room, locking eyes with me again. I smiled at him and to my surprise, he smiled back.

A few minutes later, there was a line of people behind a table, a piece of paper on it and the Golden Trio seated behind it. On the paper, Dumbledore's Army was labeled at the top. As I reached the front of the line, I picked up the quill and dipped it in the pot of ink before signing my name right underneath Ron's.

"Thank you!" Harry said, nodding and smiling. I returned the smile and walked out, following Cho and tightening my scarf around my neck. For some reason, I felt as though I had become ten times closer with everyone in the room after leaving than when I entered. Weird how that worked. We didn't even speak at all, and I felt as though the Golden Trio and I were now best of friends.

I nearly laughed out loud at myself at the thought. Me? Simple, boring Y/N? Friends with the Golden Trio? In my dreams, but I was simply helping out. I'm nothing special.