Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Chapter 9: If You Ever Feel Alone, Don't

Harry knew they had to find their friend! But how? There were bars blocking the door and windows, which is redundant to note because we just stated that in the last paragraph of chapter 8.

Harry saw the Slytherin table laughing hysterically and pointing at her tear stained track leading out of the banquet hall. Anger rumbled in his belly at the sight of his third best friend being treated so poorly. Those mean Slytherin should treat people with kindness--hmmm, Harry made a mental note to save those eloquent lyrics for later.

He didn't like those two nonbinary friends of Zayn, Crabbe and Goyle. Not because they were nonbinary, but because they were a bad influence on Zayn.

"Oh my," whispered Louis under his breath, which smelled like fish because he had been eating fish for dessert.

None of the other students were taking this matter seriously, frEd and George were distracting the entirety of the banquet hall. frEd was singing his famous-in-the-muggle world song, "Shape of You" while George did a contemporary dance and played the guitar behind him.

Louis rolled his eyes at his brothers, annoyed at them for not being concerned about there being an emergency in the castle. Liam looked to Harry which was a testament to the fact that they all viewed him as their leader. "What should we do about Niall-Hermione?" He said, lisping lispally, as the room's attention became hyper fixated on frEd and George's performance.

"I know," said a voice from out of nowhere. Harry looked around the room for the owner of said voice, but saw no one.

"Harry Styles, just a poor boy who lives to sing," the man whispered mysteriously and disinterestedly, addressing Harry by his full name, "I have an important task for you to complete."

Harry looked around frantically, searching for the source of the especially formal British accented voice.

A head appeared, a shimmering visage being pulled back from the floating face. Harry was startled to see a head float without a body, but then he realized who the head belonged to.

"Simon Cowell Dumbledore???" Harry, Louis, and Liam all gasped, but no one looked at what they were staring at because everyone else in the banquet hall were all enjoying the twins performance.

Dumbledore met Harry's eyes, giving him a sympathetic and deceptively fatherly look (deceptively because Harry's parents were dead and he had, and would never again [until he was married] have a father). Boredly, Dumbledore shifted his head towards the door, "this is important, I need you three to leave the banquet hall to find Niall-Hermione."

"B-b-but we could get expelled for leaving during a lockdown, couldn't we?" Liam lisped.

"Thou shalt not worry child--take this invisibility cloak Harry; it is from your real father," sadness clouded his eyes as the rest of his body was revealed--he was muscular, "before, before he died, he asked me to give this to you, now I am fulfilling his dying wish. With its help, you won't be seen."

Harry took the cloak in his hands resolutely, nodding in confirmation, trying his best not to bow lowly to the ground in respect for the great man before him "I am honored you have bestowed upon me this responsibility Lord Dumbledore. We'll find Niall-Hermione or DIE trying, right guys?"

Louis and Liam took turns nodding unenthusiastically, but also nodding to the sick beat of the twins songs in the background. They didn't want to die, but they also couldn't help but to enjoy good music.

"Godspeed, may the Gryffindor spirit be with you" Dumbledore murmured ever so softly and disapperated into nothingness.

The three boys looked at each other extremely unsurely, but Harry knew he had a duty to fulfill and that he'd stop at nothing to save his third best friend. They all ducked underneath the invisibility cloak, so close that they could smell each other's stinky breaths and armpits (except not Harry's because he smelled like strawberries on a summer evening).