A/N specifically for Emily so you can skip it if you want.
Em, don't hate me. I know I said I'd wait until you caught up but I just felt like I needed to write. Plus I've decided that I will be posting book 2 in this series on January 1st 2022 because ✨symbolism✨ and I just wanna make sure I can keep to that schedule. The way things are looking you'll probably have almost a month to catch up once this is done.
Anywho, you may begin.
Your P.O.V.
I wake up in the Hospital Wing with bright sunlight streaming in through the windows.
Between the ringing in my ears and the headache, it takes me a moment to figure out that there are voices somewhere off to my left and that's why I woke up.
I groan and sit up, rubbing my eyes.
"(Y/n)!" Harry exclaims. He jumps off his bed only to go pale and then light green. He wobbles for a moment before nearly collapsing. I jump out of my own bed and ignore the wave of dizziness as I rush over to him.
"Harry!" I scold. "We can't have the boy who lived turning into the boy who fainted."
"You're so encouraging," he grumbles sarcastically, then he shuts his mouth again, looking like he's going to be sick.
I help him back onto his bed and then sit next to him. He puts his hand in mine as he lays back against the pillows. His face returns to a more normal colour.
"Never try to protect me like that again," I say grumpily. "Quirrell and Voldemort could have killed you."
"I wanted you to be safe," he defends. "I'm your friend, you know. I'm allowed to worry about you."
"Not if it puts your life at risk!" Then I turn to Dumbledore and ask, "How long have I been out?"
"About a day and a half," Dumbledore replies with a worried frown. "Are you alright, (y/n)?"
"Not too bad," I answer. "My head feels like someone's drilling into it, but the ringing stopped, so that's a good sign. And I can clearly walk better than Harry, so there's that."
"Don't rub it in," Harry grumbles.
"Shut it. Now, I think I was interrupting a conversation. Please, continue."
"Thank you, Miss Weasley. As I was just asking Harry if he knows why Professor Quirrell couldn't touch him."
I send Harry a questioning look and he mouths, "Later."
"I don't know sir."
"It was because of your mother, Harry. And, I suspect, he wouldn't have been able to touch you either, (y/n). Because as I am sure you and Miss Granger have puzzled out, you are indeed the girl who lived."
"But... why? Why was I at Harry's house that night? Why was my mother there?"
"Better question—does that mean (y/n) and I will be in danger as long as Voldemort is alive?" Harry asks, I feel like he's more concerned about me than him.
"I'm afraid so, Harry. To answer (y/n)'s question, you and your mother were there because the Potter's were protected. Or so we thought. Your father wanted you there to stay safe... your mother was quite close with Lily Potter while at school, you see. He was worried that you and her might be targets for Lord Voldemort. Your mothers died saving your lives."
"Oh," I manage. "That's... a lot to take in."
"Yeah," Harry mumbles. "What she said."
"Wait, what about Hermione? Are she and Ron alright?" I ask suddenly, remembering the nasty wounds on Ron's head.
"Fine. They're both just fine."
"Thank Godric," I sigh. "Thank you sir. Harry's got some explaining to do, but you've definitely made some things seem less complicated."
"Speak for yourself," Harry grumbles. "I think my head's about to explode."
"I believe I should leave you two alone," says Dumbledore, standing. "To talk."
He pats Harry on the head and reaches for mine, but I glare at him and he pulls his hand away with a smile.
"Ah, Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans," he remarks, noticing the box on Harry's bedside table. "I was most unfortunate in my youth to come across a vomit flavoured one, and since then I have lost my liking for them."
"That might be better. I tend to avoid them altogether," I say. "The watermelon flavour isn't bad though."
Dumbledore looks through the box.
"And I think I could be safe with a nice toffee..." He grabs a bean and puts it in his mouth. "Mm. Alas, earwax."
I wrinkle my nose in disgust but also laugh as Harry and Dumbledore smile at each other.
A/N: K that was really short but the next one's longer so bear with me
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FanfictionYou live in an orphanage. According to the people who run it, your parents died in a car crash when you were only a year old. One day, a man comes claiming he is a Professor at a magic school called Hogwarts. He says his name is Dumbledore. What wil...
