a new kind of love ᝰ h. potter

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 ::: 2

A/n: I didn't write Stan's accent, I probably won't write people's different accents

𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Harry followed (Y/N) into her house and only then did he notice her foster mother laying asleep peacefully on their couch. Once he was inside (Y/N)'s room, she closed the door.

"So what's up and talk fast, I don't know how long she'll be asleep for." Harry told her all about the evenings events, and while he was worrying, (Y/N) was completely calm.

"So will you come with me? To the Leaky Cauldron?" Harry knew it was a lot to ask but he was in desperate need of her presence right now.

"Sure," she walked over to her wardrobe started filling her trunk with clothes. "Help me pack will you." Harry swiftly got up and helped her pack. She wrote a note for Vivian saying she'll send an owl when she gets there.

Harry helped her quietly carry her trunk downstairs, she grabbed Mittens, put her in her cage and brought her too. Once she had everything she need, she walked over to Vivian, placed the note on the coffee table and kissed her on the forehead.

"I'm sorry Viv," she muttered as she walked back to the door.

"You know you don't have to come." Harry said, disappointed he's pulling his best friend away from her adoptive mother.

"And leave you all alone, I'm not a monster Harry. Come on, I have muggle money if we need it." With that, they left her house, storming down the street until they got to Mongolia Crescent, there they stopped to sit down for a little.

"Harry your not going to get expelled, you did accidental magic and the Ministry isn't going to throw a thirteen year old boy in Azkaban, because he blew up his Aunt." She laughed, slightly, he didn't understand how she always stayed so calm in times like these.

"But -"

"Ok stop, let's just talk about something else ok?" Harry nodded, then he remembered about the letter she was holding.

"What was the letter you were holding when you opened the door and why were almost crying?"

(Y/N) looked at him shocked that he knew about the letter.

"I don't feel comfortable telling anyone right now." (Y/N) muttered, not meeting his eyes.

"Ok, you don't have to tell me now but will you please tell me when your ready. Your my best friend and I tell you basically everything that's on my mind."

"Yeah, I will."

The wind picked up, the playground behind them made loud noises and the street lights flickered. That's when Harry saw it, a black shaggy dog, coming out of a bush on the other side of the street. It looked as if it was about to attack him, Harry quickly grabbed (Y/N)'s hand, though he didn't really know why he did. He pulled her up to stand, raising his wand at the animal.

With a sudden honk, a purple bus zoomed down the street, stopping right in front of them. Harry fell back in shock, pulling (Y/N) down with him. A young adult stepped out of the bus, his face looked dirty, full of pimples and he wore bus conductor clothing. He started talking but (Y/N) wasn't listening, she had seen that dog before, but she couldn't remember where. The conductor started talking to Harry and asking him questions, (Y/N) stood up and looked past the bus into the bushes, where the dog had stood.

"What's wrong with her?" The man who just introduced himself as Stan asked.

(Y/N) turned around, hands in pockets. "Many things," she said, trying to mess with him. Stan looked at her weirdly.