𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞¹⁻⁷ [HARRY POTTER X Y/N]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖾𝗇: 𝗇𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗅

" how comforting . ."

𝙉𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙨 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙡 | 𝖥𝖮𝖴𝖱𝖳𝖤𝖤𝖭
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

FOR THE REST of the Christmas holidays the invisibility cloak stayed folded at the bottom of Harry's trunk. She learned from Harry that the mirror was called the Mirror of Erised and promised not go back to it, which made her relieved. However, Harry started having nightmares. Over and over again, he dreamed about his parents disappearing in a flash of green light, while a high voice cackled with laughter, and he would wake up sweating.

"You see, Dumbledore was right, that mirror could drive you mad," said Ron, when Harry told them about these dreams. Y/n couldn't help but to nod at that. [the "you see" part sounded like a dahr mann video]

Hermione, who came back the day before term started, took a different view of things. She was torn between horror at the idea of Harry being out of bed, roaming the school two nights in a row ("If Filch had caught you!"), and disappointment that the three hadn't at least found out who Nicolas Flamel was.

They had almost given up hope of ever finding Flamel in a library book. Y/n knew the name from the tip of her tongue, yet she couldn't figure out where she read or heard Nicolas Flamel from.

Once term had started, they were back to skimming through books for ten minutes during their breaks. Y/n was swamped with school work, scanning books for Flamel and practicing archery, which didn't come as easy as quidditch. Harry was also having trouble managing his time wisely. Quidditch practices that had started again. Wood was working the team harder than ever. Even the endless rain that had replaced the snow couldn't dampen his spirits. The Weasleys complained that Wood was becoming a fanatic, but Harry was on Wood's side and Y/n agreed.

If they won their next match, against Hufflepuff, they would overtake Slytherin in the house championship for the first time in seven years.

Unfortunately, during one particularly wet and muddy practice session, Wood gave the team a bit of bad news. He'd just gotten very angry with the Weasleys, who kept dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their brooms.

"Will you stop messing around!" he 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 Weasley really did fall off his broom at these words. Everyone gasped dramatically.

"Snape's refereeing?" he spluttered through a mouthful of mud. "When's he ever refereed a Quidditch match? He's not going to be fair if we might overtake Slytherin."