"(Y/n) what are you doing walking around the school at this hour?" A voice called to me.
It was a Saturday night, almost a week since Harry had fallen off his broom. He was still in the hospital wing resting up. Ron, Hermione, and I had visited him almost everyday but he was always in a bad mood.
"Edgar?" I asked recognizing the voice. "Is that you?"
"Yeah." Edgar said turning a corner. "What are you doing out this late?"
It was true it was later than I should be out, but then again did I really care?
I just shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. Why are you out?"
"Me? I'm planning on taking Black out single handedly." He said sarcastically. "It's my job."
We together for a while before I asked. "What was the raven at the match?" I asked him.
"That was my patronus." He told me. "It's a sort of guardian wizards can summon to stop dark creatures like dementors."
"Can you teach me?" I asked him, I was very interested in learning as much as I could, and so far Voldemort hadn't been any help.
Edgar pulled out his pocket watch looking at it for a second before nodding. "Yeah alright follow me."
We walked through corridors until we had reached the seventh floor.
"Wait here." He told me as he turned to corner before returning a few seconds later. "Alright in here."
I followed him around the corner to find a door I had never seen before. I was almost positive I'd been in this hallway before, but this door way new.
"What is this? I've never seen this door before." I said to Edgar.
He just shrugged. "I like my privacy. In you go."
Don't trust him (Y/n)
"Shut up." I hissed.
Inside the room was fairly large, larger than the teachers normal offices. There was a large bed in the corner, neatly made with a large bookshelf next to it with a mixture of books and trinkets on it.
A few things I recognize, the weird golden thing he'd been looking at when he bought me my wand. Other things I had never seen before. There looked to be a fairly large golden egg, about the size of a dragons egg, a bracelet made of butterbeer bottle caps, and what looked like a small model dragon.
There were always a few tables scattered around the room, with more magical items on them. A crystal ball, a few old looking teacups, and a wand. And in the corner of the room there was a hunk of wood that looked like a tree trunk.
"Hey there Fimbrethil." Edgar said moving towards the tree like structure, and I could see what looked like a twig with arms and legs poke it's way out.
"What's that?" I asked him curiously.
"This." He said gently scooping it up into his hands. "Is a bowtruckle. Her name's Fimbrethil."
I looked at the bowtruckle. I had to honest it looked like a pretty pathetic creature, one swift move and I could've snapped it in too. This thought scared me slightly; I didn't know where it had come from.
I forced myself to tear my eyes away from the bowtruckle and looked up at Edgar, who was smiling widely.
He is strange
"You alright (Y/n)?" Edgar asked me.
"Hmm oh yeah." I told distracted.
"Alright well it'll be hard to learn without an actual dementor, but I'm sure I can give you the basic steps." Edgar told me, pulling out his wand, and I was surprised to see it was a different wand.
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The Weasley of Slytherin: The Prisoner of Azkaban
Fanfiction(Y/n) Wesley, only in his third year has already been possessed by Lord Voldemort , and since then has been hearing his voice in his head every since then. And now going in to his third year how will he cope with this new burden, and what mischief...
