the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

cøs: writer in the dark

~ lorde

Sorry about the delay in the chapter, but I needed an extra day to rest after my camp.

"Perhaps you're just intimidating to him, because you're Harry Potter"

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Third Person POV

"What's going on here? What's going on?" Argus Filch yelled through the crowd while pushing his way to the front. When he saw Mrs. Norris, he fell back, clutching his face in horror. 

"My cat! My cat! What's happened to Mrs. Norris?" he shrieked, and his eyes fell on Harry.

"You!" he screeched. "You! You've murdered my cat! You've killed her! I'll kill you! I'll --"

"Argus!"

Dumbledore had arrived on the scene, followed by many other teachers. In seconds, he swept past Harry, Ron, and Hermione and detached Mrs. Norris from the torch bracket. Harry had continued looking for (Y/N) in the crowd but was unsuccessful. 

"Come with me, Argus," he said to Filch. "You, too, Mr. Potter, Miss (L/N), Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

Harry was going to correct Dumbledore and say that (Y/N) wasn't here, but Lockhart got in the way, like always.

"My office is nearest, Headmaster -- just upstairs -- please feel free --"

"Thank you, Gilderoy," said Dumbledore.

The silent crowd parted to let them pass. Lockhart, looking excited and important, hurried after Dumbledore; so did Professor McGonagall and Snape.

As they entered Lockhart's darkened office there was a flurry of movement across the walls; Harry saw several of the Lockharts in the picture dodging out of sight, their hair in rollers. The real Lockhart lit the candles on his desk and stood back. Dumbledore laid Mrs. Norris on the polished surface and began to examine her. 

"Say, where is the fourth one of you?" said Snape cruelly. Dumbledore turned around immediately, almost as if he didn't notice she wasn't there. 

"She wasn't with us when we spotted Mrs. Norris," said Harry simply, trying to make them seem innocent, which they were. 

"Oh my, I thought she was with you three because you are always together, my mistake," said Dumbledore, now going to examine the cat again. Snape's grin was more wicked than ever. 

After a moment of no one speaking, Lockhart spoke first. "It was definitely a curse that killed her -- probably the Trasmogrifian Torture -- I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her...."

Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filch's dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, his face in his hands. Much as they all detested Filch, Harry, Ron, and Hermione couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him. 

Dumbledore was now muttering strange words under his breath and tapping Mrs. Norris with his wand, but nothing happened: She continued to look as though she had been recently stuffed. 

"... I remember something very similar happening in Ouagadogou," said Lockhart, "a series of attacks, the full story's in my autobiography, I was able to provide the townsfolk with various amulets, which cleared the matter up at once...."

The photographs of Lockhart on the walls were all nodding in agreement as he talked. 

As last Dumbledore straightened up.