the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

ss/ps: trapdoor pt. one

~ twenty one pilots 

Do y'all remember when I said, "I promise I won't take a months break" last chapter? Yeah, that didn't age well. 

Anyways, schools out so I have a bunch of free time on my hands to write, and I have a lot of good ideas for second year because believe it or not that is three chapters away. 

"Well, it's not breaking the rules if we don't get caught"

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(Y/N)'s POV

The exams passed and Harry looked like he didn't know what he was writing on his papers and you could tell his mind was very distracted. I assumed it was about Voldemort and the stone, but I couldn't tell and didn't want to ask. 

My ring had been burning and rubbing against my skin, every time it did, I looked to Harry to see if his scar was hurting, and it was. I could tell because his hand would clasp his scar. 

We had our final exam with Professor Binns, the exam I dreaded the most, History of Magic. After our final exam, I waited for Hermione to pack up her things, which she certainly took her time on. 

"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione as we reached the boys outside who were cheering. "I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."

I jumped up and down with happiness, "No more exams," I said delightfully. 

"I thought you'd want more (Y/N)," said Harry sarcastically. 

"How could you tell?" I replied matching his tone. We all began walking down together. Ron and Hermione began bickering about whether or not they should go through their exam papers.

"Do you think you did well?" I asked Harry. 

"I think I did good enough," said Harry, "What about you?" 

"I know I did well," I said cockily but jokingly. 

"I have been thinking," said Harry. 

"That's new," I replied. Harry rolled his eyes jokingly. 

"My scar hurts, but it's almost like a precaution," said Harry quietly. This is the time where I should tell him about my ring and how it burns similarly to when his scar burns, but I couldn't tell him. 

I tripped over something, or rather someone.

"(Y/N)! Are you alright?" asked Hermione. Harry helped me flip over, I saw Ron flopped on the ground, not having a care in the world about knocking me down. 

"Here," mumbled Harry, helping me sit, and flopped next to me.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" I roared. 

"That's your full name!" yelled Fred who was in the water with George and Lee messing with squid. 

"You're really in trouble now!" yelled George to us. I heard Ron swallow harshly. 

"...Sorry?" his little voice offered. I slapped his leg, not very hard like how I hit Malfoy, but hard enough to hear an "ow."

"Payback," I said happily. 

"You two, stop it, you're like siblings fighting," said Hermione. 

"No more studying," said Ron, stretching on the grass. "You could look more cheerful, Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet."

"I wish I knew what this means!" said Harry angrily out of nowhere. "My scar keeps hurting -- it's happened before, but never as often as this."