PUREBLOODED ── H. Potter [3-5]

𝐘𝟑 .• ₊°✧ 𝐜𝐡. 𝟑

—the secret conversation

THE DOOR OF NUMBER TWELVE WAS AJAR and Percy was shouting.

"It was here, on the bedside table, I took it off for polishing—"
"I haven't touched it, alright?" Ron roared back.
"What's up?" Said, Harry. Then Y/n walked out of her room.
"What's with all the shouting?" She asked.
"My head boy badge has gone." Said Percy.

"So's Scabbers's Rat Tonic." Said Ron, throwing things out of his trunk to look. "I think I might've left it at the bar—"

"You're not going anywhere till you've got my badge!" Percy yelled.

"I'll get Scabbers's stuff, I'm packed," Harry said to Ron.

"Yeah, I'll come with you." Said Y/n, wanting to get out of there. She and Harry went downstairs. They were halfway along the passage to the bar, which was now very dark when they heard another pair of angry voices coming from the parlour. A second later, they recognized them as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They hesitated, not wanting them to know they'd heard them rowing, when the sound of Harry's name made them stop, then move closer to the parlour door.

". . . makes no sense not to tell him." Mr. Weasley was saying heatedly. "Harry's got a right to know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating Harry like a child. He's thirteen years old and--"

"Arthur, the truth would terrify him!" Mrs. Weasley said shrilly. "Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? And what about Y/n? They're happy not knowing!" 

"I don't want to make them miserable, I want to put him -- Y/n too -- on their guard!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "You know what Ron, Harry, and Y/n are like, wandering off by themselves -- they've ended up in the Forbidden Forest! But Harry and Y/n mustn't do that this year! When I think of what could have happened to Harry that night he ran away from home! If the Night Bus hadn't picked him up, I'm prepared to bet he would have been dead before the Ministry found him."

"But he's not dead, he's fine and so is Y/n, so what's the point --" 

"Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been a month now, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after --" 

"But Harry and Y/n will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."

"We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."