~ coyote theory
This song is literally my favorite at the moment because it gives me fall vibes.
"Goodnight, (Y/N)"
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Harry's POV
It took me several days to get used to my strange freedom. Never had I ever been able to get up whenever I wanted, or eat whatever I wanted. I could even go wherever I pleased, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, and as this cobbled street was packed with the most fascinating Wizarding shops in the world, I felt only some desire to break my word to Fudge and stray into the Muggle world.
I only felt this desire because (Y/N) would come and visit me almost everyday because she lived practically walking distance from Diagon Alley. I had been in her apartment that she shared with Anika once before, and that was to warn her about an elf coming to see her.
Though, she came to see me around lunchtime everyday.
After breakfast, I would wait a couple hours, and do my school work until (Y/N) would arrive, the same way she did every time.
"Potter! Your favorite person in the entire world is here!" she would call every time. And every time I replied with, "Really? Where is Lockhart?" It never got old.
After we would meet up, we would go out into the backyard, take out one of our wands, tap the third brick from the left above the trash bin, and stand back as the archway into Diagon Alley opened in the brick wall.
We would spend the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating together under the brightly colored umbrellas outside cafes, where our fellow diners were showing one another their purchases ("It's a lunascope old boy -- no more messing around with moon charts, see?") or else discussing the case of Sirius Black, which (Y/N) and I would listen in on ("Personally, I won't let any of the children out alone until he's back in Azkaban").
Once (Y/N) and I had refilled our bags with money which our parents left us in our cell at Gringotts, we would have to exercise a lot of control to not spend all of the money at once.
I admired how (Y/N) would walk into stores and at least tell me in advance what pranking objects she planned to use on me, including Hiccough Sweets to make me hiccup non stop, Everbashing Boomerangs that do as the title says, and never stop attacking their target, and Frog Soap Spawn, which she planned to replace with my soap so a frog could scare me.
After a week of going down Diagon Alley, (Y/N) and I were agreed that the best store in the entire place had to be Quality Quidditch Supplies, and there seemed to be the thing that both of us were willing to buy, but we knew we couldn't.
We were curious to know what the crowd in the shop was staring at.
"Get closer," (Y/N) cooed.
"I'm trying!" I cooed back.
We edged closed and squeezed along the excited witches and wizards until I caught a glimpse of the erected podium, on which laid the most magnificent broom I had ever seen in my life.
"What is it?" said (Y/N), who still hadn't reached the front of the line. I took my eyes off the broom, snatched (Y/N)'s hand and pulled her up to the front of the crowd. I watched as she saw the broom, and her face lit up with excitement.
"Just come out -- prototype --" a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion.
"It's the fastest broom in the world, isn't it, Dad?" squeaked a boy younger than me, who was swinging off his father's arm.
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the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) is a young girl who finds out she's a witch. After she finds out her sister, Anika, isn't pranking her, she goes to Hogwarts to meet her future best friends. (Y/N) is destined to find out her family history that doesn't match up with wha...
