the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

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~ taylor swift

Ahhh, sorry for the delay in the chapter, it's a whole story that I'll try to sum up. So I lost power (meaning I had no wifi to update) and then while I was writing it wasn't saving, so the entire chapter was deleted and I needed to write from scratch again.

"she's sent me a Howler"

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Third Person POV

The next day they weren't still being celebrated, things began going downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall.

Harry and Ron sat down next to Hermione and (Y/N) at the table. Hermione had her nose in her copy of Voyages with Vampires, and proper it up against a milk jug.

"Morning," Hermione said with stiffness in her tone, this told Ron and Harry that she was still disapproving of the way they arrived last night.

"Good morning sunshines," (Y/N) said sarcastically to cheer up the mood.

Neville, on the other hand, came into view with a cheerful attitude.

"Mail's due any minute -- I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot," said Neville.

"What'd you forget?" asked (Y/N).

Before anyone could say anything, there was a rushing sound overhead, and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling and dropping packages and letters.

Sure enough, Neville got a lumpy package, which bounced off his head onto the table.

(Y/N) got a letter delivered by an owl, Harry assumed from (Y/N)'s sister, Anika.

Something grey fell into Hermione's jug, spraying them all with feathers and milk.

"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the owl out by his feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table in front of them.

"Oh, no --" Ron gasped.

"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with her finger.

"It's not that -- it's that."

Ron pointed at a red envelope. It looked ordinary, but Neville and Ron looked as if it were sending an explosive bomb.

"What's the matter?" asked Harry.

"She's -- she's sent me a Howler," said Ron, his voice trembling. (Y/N) gasped at this.

"I've heard about Howlers, oh, I'm sorry Ron," said (Y/N).

"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and," -- he swallowed harshly -- "it was horrible."

"What's a Howler?" Harry asked (Y/N), but everyone heard.

"You'll find out," she simply answered.

"Open it," Neville urged Ron, who was petrified. "It'll all be over in a few minutes --"

Ron stretched his shaking hand out to the envelope and slit it open. Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears. A split second later, a roaring sound filled the hall, shaking even the dust on the ceiling.

"-- STEALING THE CAR. I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE --"

Mrs. Weasley's yells filled the Great Hall, rattling the plates and tables, echoing off the stone walls. People all around the hall were looking to see who received the Howler. Ron sank so deep into his chair that only his red forehead could be seen.