-starts in 4th year
-Y/N has been in the golden trio group since 3rd
year
-there might be some TW
-DO NOT REWRITE THIS STORY
-based on movie since I haven't finished the book
series yet (currently on Goblet Of Fire 😪)
^Warning^
-there COULD BE s...
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~HARRY'S POV~
I was standing there staring at the hour glass that Professor Slughorn had.
"Potter?" Professor Slughorn spoke as he raised his eyebrow.
"I'm sorry, sir. I was just admiring your hourglass" I spoke.
He walked over "Ah, yes. A most intriguing object, the sand runs in accordance with the quality of the conversation. If it is stimulating, the sand runs slowly" He spoke "If it is not...".
"I think I'll be going then" I blurted.
"Nonsense. You have nothing to fear, dear boy... As to some of your classmates, we'll, let's just say they're unlikely to make the shelf" Slughorn spoke.
"The shelf, sir?" I asked.
"Anyone who aspires to be anyone hopes to end up here, but then again, you already are someone, aren't you, Harry?" He asked while pouring tea.
"Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, sir?" I asked confidently.
Professor Slughorn stopped pouring the tea and placed the pot down then stood there.
"You knew him, didn't you, sir, Tom Riddle? You were his teacher" I spoke while looking directly at him.
"Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers whilst here at Hogwarts" He spoke softly.
"What was he like?" I asked again.
Professor Slughorn just stood there in silence trying to figure out how to speak.
"I'm sorry, sir. Forgive me" I said "He killed my parents".
"Of course... it's only natural you should want to know more.... But in afraid I just disappoint you, Harry" Slughorn spoke "When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quiet, albeit brilliant, boy commuted to becoming a first rate wizard. Not unlike others I've known. Not unlike yourself, in fact.... If the monster existed it was buried deep within".
I stood there understanding what Professor Slughorn said.
~THIRD PERSON POV~
Ron took a seat and looked at his breakfast nervously.
Y/n noticed and looked at him "You'll do well, Ron" She nudged his shoulder as she took a sip of her goblet.
He just nodded and sighed "So how was it, then?" Ron asked the three of them.
"How was what?" Y/n asked.
"Your dinner party?" He replied.
"Pretty boring, actually... Though I think Harry enjoyed dessert" Hermione spoke.
"Slugjorns having a Christmas do, you know" She speaks "And we're meant to bring someone".
"I expect you'll be bringing McLaggen, he's in the Slug Club, isn't he" Said Ron.
