[ON HOLD] My Love at Hogwarts (Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 11: Back at Hogwarts

A/N 

Would you like me to write Harry's POV's when it's only him in the scene?

~~☆☾❀ -Y/n's POV- ❀☾☆~~

I look around the Great Hall anxiously.

"Mione? Have you seen Ron and Harry since the platform?"

She looks around as if only know noticing. "...No." She sees my worried face, "I'm sure they're okay, probably doing something stupid. Boys."

"... Yeah... probably."

There was a boy named Colin Creevey who got into Gryffindor, a Ravenclaw name Luna Lovegood, a Slytherin by the name of Harper, and of course Ginny got into Gryffindor as well. 

I was do busy worrying about where the boys to pay much attention to the sorting or the feast. Why would you want to skip the beginning of year feast?

We follow Percy up to the common room, and I let out a small sigh of relief as I spot two of the most annoying people I know.

I run over to them with Hermione trailing behind me. " Where were you at the feast, had me worried sick." I say hitting both of them on the arm. 

"Ow!" Ron exclaimed as he rubbed his arm. 

"About that..." Harry and Ron start to explain what happened, talking over each other numerous times. "So we couldn't get through to the gate-"

"and we had to get to school somehow-"

"so Ron suggested we take the car-"

"he agreed!"

"Okay, you two! Stop squabbling like little kids. You stole your dad's car, flew to Hogwarts, crashed it into the Whomping Willow, the car drove itself into the Forbidden Forest, you got caught by Filch trying to go to the feast, and then almost got expelled by Professor Snape?"

"Exactly!" The said in unison.

"So did you just get off with a warning or what?"

"We both got detention, and Mcgonagall is writing to our families. Don't think Uncle Vernon will do anything since I won't be back there till next summer."

"Bloody hell, when Mum gets that letter, I think I'd rather be expelled." Ron groaned into his hands. 

"Relax Ron, it can't be that bad, can it?"

"You clearly don't know my Mum."

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years." Our herbology teacher Professor sprout walked into the classroom Today, we will be re-potting Mandrakes. Now, who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?" Hermione and I's hands both shot up in the air. "Miss Granger, start. Miss L/n, finish."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been transfigured to their original

state." She signals for me to go.

"It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it.

~~☆☾❀ -Harry's POV- ❀☾☆~~

"Excellent. Fifteen points to Gryffindor." The Gryffindors look around happily. "As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet. However, they will knock you out for several hours. That is why I have provided each of you with a pair of earmuffs." She waves her hand at the earmuffs in front of each pot. "If you would then..." The class puts on their earmuffs, a few kids hold them to their ears. She grasps the top of one of the plants before and pulls. A few kids gasp at the sight, Y/n seemed way to calm for what just happened. Instead of roots, a small, muddy, extremely ugly baby looking creature pops out of the pot, with the leaves growing out of the top of it's head Neville passes out next me. Sprout shoves the strange creature deep into another pot, she removes her earmuffs, and we quickly do the same.

Everyone in class looks next to me, at Neville's body frozen on the ground.

"Hm. Looks as though Mr. Longbottom neglected his muffs."

"No, Ma'am." Seamus broke his stare from Neville to look at the professor. "He's just fainted."

"Very well. We'll just leave him then. Come now. Four to a table, plenty of pots to go round..."

Everyone wonders to one of the table with pots on them. 

I end up at a table with Ron, Hermione, and Y/n. 

Ron and Hermione struggle to even get it out of the pot. 

Y/n just stood there not knowing what to do, she had replanted hers within the first two minutes.

"How do you do this?" Stupid. These earmuffs are designed for us not to hear the Mandrake screams, do I really think she can hear me? She seems to sense my confusion and acts out the motions. [I don't know how to say this so I'm gonna write what the motion means]

Grasp your Mandrake firmly. 

Pull it out, keeping a firm hand.

Put it into the other pot, just like muggle gardening. 

Pour in some extra soil and pack it tight so it can't escape.

She reaches over for another pot to show me.

Grasp your Mandrake firmly.

Pull it out, keeping a firm hand.

Put it into the other pot, just like muggle gardening.

Pour in some extra soil and pack it tight so it can't escape.

How does she do this so easily?

~~☆☾❀ -Third POV- ❀☾☆~~

At the Gryffindor table, Hermione has her nose buried in Gilderoy Lockhart's Travels with Trolls.

 Ron wraps tape over his broken wand, "Say it. I'm doomed."

"You're doomed." Y/n state. She turns back to the small black journal she had be writing in before.

A bright flash comes from behind the Harry. Colin Creevey was standing before him with a camera. "Hiya, Harry. I'm Colin Creevey. I'm in Gryffindor too." He introduces himself excitedly.

Right then owls fly into the hall.

"Post is here!" Dean calls.

Dixie flies down next to Y/n, "Hey, Dix." Y/n says smoothly, taking the letter from her. 

An owl tumbled beak first into Ron's bowl. "Bloody bird's a menace- Oh...no.

"Heads up, everyone. Weasley's gotten himself a Howler." Seamus laughs.

"Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my Gran once... and it was horrible." Neville piped.

Ron looked almost like a ghost. With his hands shaking, he takes the letter, and opens it

Mrs. Weasley's voice booms throughout the hall.

RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!

The letter turns away from Ron, suddenly speaking much softer. Oh, and Ginny dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud.

Ginny looks up clearly embarrassed. The letter turned back to Ron it sticks it's tongue out at him, he watches the envelope as it rips itself into pieces. Everybody who had been within 100 feet of the great hall almost died with laughter. Even Y/n, who had seemed preoccupied with that journal to pay any attention, manged a laugh.

Colin Creevey snaps a few photos. Harry looks sympathetically at Ron.

"Look at it this way. How much worse can things get?" Harry tries to reassure him.