I was running as fast as my legs could take me, speedrunning escaping the principal's grasp. I was panting frantically. This was not the first time I was in trouble, but Snape specifically knew how to make drama out of the smallest acts, and he hated me and my fellow Gryffiforts. It was just one potion, after all!
I ran into our common room, quickly shutting the door after myself. I had to hide, but where could I go?
"Hey, Y/N", said a deep and raspy voice. It sounded a bit nasally too, like the speaker was recovering from a horrid cold -- very plausible, considering the three feet of snow resting outside the castle due to the harsh winter conditions looming over all of Hogwarts' spirits.
I turned around, surprised. "Oh, hello Harry, sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush-"
"No worries, I know that look, and I have just the remedy for trouble," he whispered, spinning around on his heelys, now facing the giant fireplace emitting enough heat to likely last months if necessary. He crouched down, searching through his bag for something.
"How did you-", before I could finish my inquisition, Harry pulled out a cloak and a map from his backpack. "What are those???"
"One for invisibility and the other for sneaky peaky."
I nodded in understanding. "What are you planning, Hairy?"
"Wouldn't you like to know weather boy?"
"While I thoroughly enjoy your nicknames, Harry, I am kind of in trouble"
"Then, to quote the legend of our time, "Let's go"".
YOU ARE READING
When I Met Magic
FanfictionI didn't really, know, myself until I got to know HArry Potter. The brown-haired handsome british chap helped me overcome my most difficult obstacles, problems, and worries. Sooo, I might have fellen in love.
