the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

ss/ps: stone

~ jaymes young

Hi, y'all! I'm sorry about the lack of updates, I've just been stressed lately with sports, and school (I have to choose classes this week for next year and I don't want to do any of them. Yay.) Thank you for being patient with me and still reading! 

Thank you so much for the votes, I legit want to cry! I love y'all so much! 

"All because of you"

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(Y/N)'s POV

Harry finally agreed to stop looking for the mirror during the rest of the holidays. I knew there's something messed up with that mirror, it just doesn't seem right, like someone would become so obsessed with what they see in the mirror that they can't stop looking at the reflection.

But I could see why, I mean if I could see myself standing next to everyone I love being happy once more time, I would.

Harry then told us about the dreams he's been having, about how he's facing replays of his parents getting killed, the green light, everything.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron.

Hermione finally came back from break, which means I wouldn't be alone in the dormitory anymore. After we told her about everything, she seemed to be mad.

"If Filch had caught you!" she roared.

"If," I said. 

She was disappointed to hear that we didn't find out who Nicolas Flamel is.

Finding Flamel had become harder, we were all close to giving up, but we still searched the library. Quidditch started again, so Harry and I were getting pretty occupied again. 

Oliver was conditioning us even harder than ever. The Weasleys complained that Oliver was becoming a fanatic, I just stayed a middle-man. If we won our next match against Hufflepuff, we would overtake Slytherin in the House Championship. This is a big deal because it hasn't happened in seven years.

During practice one day, it was muddy and wet from the amount it has been raining. The Weasley Twins were enraging Oliver, so I just stayed out of the way. They were dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their broomsticks.

"Will you stop messing around!" Oliver yelled. "That's exactly the sort of thing that'll lose us the match! Snape's refereeing this time, and he'll be looking for any excuse to knock points off Gryffindor!" 

George did fall off his broom this time.

"Snape's  refereeing?" Harry and I said in sync. I sent him a glare saying, 'stop doing that.' For some reason, we always said things in sync a lot. 

"When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin," George pointed out. We all started complaining with George. 

"It's not my  fault," said Oliver. "We've just got to make sure we play a clean game, so Snape hasn't got an excuse to pick on us."

We all stayed after practice to talk to each other as usual. I was talking with Angelina Johnson and Katie Bell about how annoying it is that Snape's referee. 

"Maybe he'll call fouls on Hufflepuff too," Katie said, hopefully.

"Hey, (Y/N), I saw Harry rush up to the common room, you might want to go with him," Angelina smirked, Katie did aswell. 

"Oh, yeah, thanks," I said as I began walking off. "See you tomorrow!" I called out to them, waving my hand. They were giggling and smirking as I walked away.