the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader

pøa: prisoner

~ james arthur

Hi y'all so I decided I kinda want to change the chapter names to all be song names, but I thought I should let you all know just in case you get a bunch of updates on this story. 

"Keep that drool in your mouth, Harry"

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Harry's POV

I was only several streets away before I collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from the effort of dragging my trunk around. I sat still, anger was still surging through me, but not as much as I was trying to calm down, but I could still hear my loud heart beat.

After ten minutes alone in the dark street, a new emotion came over me. panic.

Whichever way I looked at the situation I was in, I couldn't think of any good outcomes. I was stranded, very alone, in the dark Muggle world, with nowhere to go, and no way of communicating. The worst part of all, was that I broke a law, meaning I was definitely expelled from Hogwarts. I had broken the law so badly, I was surprised that people weren't tracking me down right now.

I shivered and looked up and down the street, not knowing what to do. What could possibly happen to me. I could be arrested, expelled, or could I just be removed from the wizarding world all in all?

I thought of (Y/N), Ron, and Hermione and my heart sank even lower. I was sure criminal or not, they wouldn't want to help me. Ron and Hermione were abroad, leaving (Y/N) as my last hope, but there was no way to communicate to her, seeing as she has Hedwig. 

I didn't have any Muggle money, either. I only had some wizarding gold at the bottom of my bag, which was useless for the situation I'm in. I looked down at my wand, and I had an idea, but it wasn't particularly legal...

I had already broken the law, so a bit more magic wouldn't hurt? What if I bewitched the trunk to be as light as a feather, then threw the Invisibility Cloak over myself, and I fly to London on my broomstick, where I could get to my vault at Gringotts, and... begin my life as an outcast. 

It was a terrible thought, but I knew I couldn't sit here much longer, or I'd have to be explaining myself to Muggle police why I'm outside in the dead of night with a broomstick and trunk. 

I opened my trunk again and pushed the contents aside, looking for the Invisibility Cloak -- but before I had found it, I straightened up suddenly, looking around myself once more. 

A funny prickling on the back of my neck made me feel like I was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any houses. 

I bent over my trunk again, but almost immediately stood up once more, my hand clenched on my wand. I had sensed rather than heard it: Someone or something was standing in the narrow gap between the garage and the fence behind me. I squinted at the black alleyway. If only it would move, then I'd know I wasn't insane to suspect it.

"Lumos!" I muttered under my breath. A light white appeared at the tip of my wand. I held my wand high over my head, and the pebble-dashed walls of number two suddenly sparkled; the garage door gleamed, and between us, I saw, quite distinctly, the hulking outline of something very big, with wide, gleaming eyes.

I stepped backwards, my legs hit my trunk and I tripped. My wand flew out of my hand and as I flung an arm out to break my fall, I landed, hard, in the gutter.

There was a deafening BANG, and I threw up my hands to shield my eyes from the blinding light.

With a yell, I rolled back onto the pavement, just in time. A second later, a pair of wheels and headlights came to a halt, exactly where I was just lying. I could now make out the triple-decker purple bus directly in front of me. The Knight Bus was in gold lettering on the windshield.