greyheart; year 4↳h.potter x reader

𝙑𝙄. 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙤𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙙𝙨

"There is no one like Krum!"

Ron stood on one of the chairs in the living area, his head held high as he reenacted a part of the game, I leaned against Hermione as Hannah wiggled a piece of paper in Fred's face.

"She gave me her address for letters and not you!" She sang happily, prancing around while George followed. Fred just sat with a little pouting, remembering the girl with the large dark curls winking at Hannah from a few seats over.

"You better be glad we won that bet," Noah wiggled his finger at Fred, Sage riding on his bed with a giant smile painted across her face.

"Sounds like the Irish are as well," Hermione shrugged, both our heads leaning against each other as we watched our friends. Harry joined Ron on the table, the two laughings at something as Mr. Weasley rushed into the tent.

"How are the Irish!"

"That isn't the Irish, we must go!"

I spotted Mr. Diggory and Ced rush in behind him, their faces were far from the happy faces we saw before they went to their own tent. Hermione grabbed on for my hands, my own squeezing her for support.

"What's going on?" Sage jumped from Noah's back, her eyes wide as she looked at the rushing adults.

"Fred and George, Ginny is your responsibility. The rest of you stick together," I didn't have time to react before Hannah, Harry, and Ron were rushing to our side. My other arm was gripped, looking up to find Noah pulling me into his side with Sage at his other.

Ced rushed out, holding the tent open to the ground and the sound that I thought was celebrating was far from it. I held onto Hermione's hand tighter as we rushed through the crowd, the fire was burning down other tents and little market trailers. The trailer Harry and I stood at hours ago was burnt to the ground, the happy memory felt like it was years ago.

I turned to look behind me, to make sure everyone else was behind me when I felt a rock slam into my foot. I would've felt forward if Hermione didn't pull me to her chest, and gave a quick nod as a thank you as I looked ahead.

I frowned when Ced, Noah, and Sage weren't holding onto me anymore.

"Where are we going?"

I could barely hear Hannah's screams over everyone else, the way people were rushing around and sending kids into the ground. I looked around, trying to find the woods from earlier but nothing could be seen over the crowd of people.

"Greyheart!"

I whipped around at the sound of my surname, tanking shaky breathing when Wyatt hid behind a large barrel waving his hand. I grabbed Hermione's hand, dragging the group behind me as I rushed around people. I must've sounded stupid, trying to apologize to the people I pushed around and knocked down. As I moved farther, I collapsed into the ground beside Wyatt, the group falling behind me as we luckily laid on one another to hide.

"You okay?" I felt two hands grab the side of my face, Wyatt looking over my face as if looking for inquiries.

"I'm fine," I nodded, turning back to Hermione to check on her while Hannah checked Ron and Harry. Everyone that was in my immediate vicinity was safe, for now. I finally took a breath, my lungs were starting to hurt from how panicked I was.

"How'd you know it was me?" I spoke softly into Wyatt's ear, trying to not give away our hiding spot.

"I saw your keychain reflecting off the fire, took a guess," he spoke into my ear this time, his breath hot against my freezing ears. I heard some of the screaming go down, turning to look at Hermione who was already looking at me. As if we could all read each other's mind, we slowly turned to look over the barrel, spotting a group of figures in black suits that covered their faces.

"Who's that?" Harry spoke just loud enough for us to hear, but I think my body was frozen in place. I was really hoping I was wrong at this moment in time.

I watched a man, who wasn't wearing a dark suit but a longer coat and his face on full display. I was shocked he would show his face but the longer I looked around the more I noticed that the chaos was no longer just an empty burnt village and I wondered how long we were running before Wyatt saw us.

He stood in the center of the group, sending them off with his hand before he kicked around a few rocks. I felt a shiver run up my spine, trying to pull my jacket around tighter but I knew the cold wasn't the reason for my shiver.

Once the group was gone, the man held his wand to the sky and screamed "Morsmordre!" into the sky. The loud noise made me jump back, two hands grabbing my shoulder to keep me up straight. I panicked, taking a shaky breath as I looked at Wyatt. He just nodded, his eyes wide as he looked into mine. He placed a finger over his lips, I nodded and gave him a look telling him I was sorry, he brushed it off and both our eyes went back to the scene before us.

I just caught the last bit of the skull in the sky, but I knew just as well as most what that meant. I was well within the Dark Mark that many wore. The people in the black suit were Voldemort supporters, this was all for him.

I felt my throat go dry as the man hopped away, his laugh filled the air behind him like a child. He really thought this was the right thing, he thought he made the right choice. I felt the sweatshirt I was wearing being yanked back, my back colliding with the ground. I could only assume the same was happening to the others as I heard "of"'s and Hannah screaming about how "touch me again, I dare you".

I panicked, the wand held at my face made my body go limp on the rough ground.

"Wait, that's my daughter!"

I looked to my left, spotting my father with his wand drawn as he made eye contact with me. I tried to push up but the wand only moved to my skull. I frowned at the man holding it, looking back to my father who was running to me. Behind him, I spotted Mr. Diggory and Mr. Weasley rushing.

"I swear I'll bite your wand if you keep it in my face!" Hannah yelled again, earning loud rumbling from the woman who had her nailed to the ground.

"Let them go, let them go!"

My father pushed the man away, squatting to my eye level and he wrapped his arms around the back of my head. I smiled into his robes, thankful we weren't left here to die.

"I didn't do it, we didn't do it," I mumbled into his jacket, hoping and praying they'd believe us.

"It was the man," Harry pointed in the directions the man in the coat left off too, a few of the men and woman hurried in that direction.

"I know you didn't do it, don't worry dear."

How could I not worry?

abby speaks:

happy valentines day to my fellow simps!!

also since everyone agreed hannah should be a bi icon, i have a great story line laid out!!