Year 1 - Dynamics - A Harry Potter Fic.

Part 8 - Jay's POV

(In the Library)
(Jay's Pov)

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Justin groans, "This is all too confusing. I miss normal school, I was good at normal school."

We're sitting in the Library -which was hell to find by the way- looking over the Herbology textbook and taking notes about where each plant is found.

"You can say that again," I say putting the book down on the table and looking up to him. "I miss stairs that stay in one spot."

"And paintings that don't yell profanities at you as you walk by." He adds. We share a laugh, and a comfortable silence falls between us as we go back to our notes.

"Alright, that's it!" Justin exclaims as he slams his book shut and stands up. "I'm going for a walk. Care to come with me?"

"I think I'll stay here, finish the notes," I reply.

He looks a little disappointed, "Watch my book?"

"As long as it doesn't watch me back? Of course."

Justin chuckles at my response, "I'll meet you in the Hufflepuff common room after lunch then?"

"I'll meet you there."I pull his book to my side.

Justin waves then leave. I return a wave despite him being out of view.

I was only mostly joking about the books watching us back, from what I've heard some books are alive.

"Oh! Whatever Ron, you're just lazy!"

"Am not! I just don't think that Professor Flitwick should assign us a paper on the first day!" Harry Potter and two other Gryffindors pass by my table. They were in my Herbology class this morning, I only know Harry's name because no one will shut up about it.

The red-haired Gryffindor boy with Harry turns back around to my mostly empty table, "Do you mind if we sit with you?"

I force a smile, "Go ahead, I don't mind." I lie. I do mind. I miss privacy.

"Thanks, mate." He sits down in front of me and puts out his hand. "I'm Ron, Ron Weasly." We shake.

"Hermione Granger." The girl says, sitting down next to him. We shake.

Harry sits down next to me and my heart flutters. Not because of his so-called 'fame' but because he's kind of cute. With jet-black messy hair and the oversized glasses, not to mention his marvelous green eyes., "Harry." We shake.

"Harry Potter?" I ask. Everyone's been on about it, I recognize the scar from what I've heard of the story.

"That's me." He says.

"It's a pleasure to finally be introduced to you all. We're in Herbology together."

"Really?" Hermione lights up. "I hadn't noticed you."

I give a nervous laugh, "Valentine pointed you three out, well they pointed out Harry. They said you all are nice."

"Well, I'm glad that you got a good impression of us," Hermione says, then goes back to her conversation with Ron and Harry. I go back to my notes.

"What do you think, Jay?" Hermione asks.

"What?" Startled by suddenly being addressed.

"The charms paper."

"Oh, uh I haven't had charms yet." I gesture to the Hufflepuff emblem on my robe. "Hufflepuff"

"Well be ready, Professor Flitwick is assigning it on the first day," Ron adds. "AN ENTIRE PAGE ON THE FIRST DAY."

We share a laugh. "I don't think it'll be that bad."

"Besides Ron, we do have all week to do it," Harry says.

"It can't be that bad then." I think for a moment. "Hey, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you mind telling me why I keep hearing your name everywhere? I'm a muggle-born, so I'm not exactly familiar with the story."

"Oh... well all it is is that I survived the Killing Spell. It happened when I was a baby. I don't remember any of it."

I nodded.

Hermione hands me a note, written in neat tiny handwriting are the words 'Avada Kedavra' "It's one of the unforgivable curses. Harry's the only one to ever survive it."

"Don't tell me that you don't know," Ron says.

"Uh... I don't. Actually."

"Do you mind if I tell him, Harry?" Ron asks.

"Go ahead." Harry appears mildly uncomfortable with the entire situation.

"So, You-Know-Who had been a threat to wizards for about... twenty or so years." He started, then looked to Hermione who nodded in agreement. "When almost all hope had been lost, there was a prophecy stating that he would be defeated by a boy born at the end of July in 1981. That's when You-Know-Who went to Harry's house and well..." Ron looks empathetically to Harry. "Killed his parents. Then attempted the same spell on Harry and he hasn't been seen since."

"Well, some Witches and Wizards claim that he's still out there," Harry adds.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry," I say. He shrugs.

"If you don't mind my asking," I start. "Who is 'You know who'?"

Hermione scribbles something on her parchment then passes it to me. "Voldemort?"

Ron shushes me.

Hermione rolls her eyes, "Some wizards and witches believe that you can 'summon' him by saying his name."

We fall into an awkward silence.

"It should be just about lunch," Ron says breaking the silence and getting up. The other two stand up. "Are you coming with us, Jay?"

"No thanks, I'm going to drop these off in the Hufflepuff dorms," I say as I gesture to mine and Justin's books.

They start to leave.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?" he turns back to me as the other two keep walking.

"If you ever need anything, let me know." I say, "Also sorry about your parents. I'm sure they were lovely."

Harry nods, "I'll keep that in mind." Harry jogs to catch up with Hermione and Ron. I pick up Justin and I's books to start the confusing journey back to the Hufflepuff common room.