The Son of Mystery - Harry Potter Male Insert

Confrontation

The celebrations lasted for an entire week, with almost every night in the Gryffindor Common Room coming to a dramatic end when Professor McGonagall appeared in her night gown to tell them to go to bed. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating Gryffindor's triumphs as June approached; the weather became cloudless and sunny, and all Y/N felt like he wanted to do was to find some shade underneath a tree and take a breath from the crazy year that he had been through. 

Alas, this was not to be. Exams were mere days away, so instead of relaxing in the shade with some pumpkin juice, all the students were inside attempting to bully their brains into concentrating on their work. Even Fred and George were working towards their OWLs (Ordinary Wizarding Levels) and Percy was completely focused on his NEWTs, which Y/N thought had the perfect name of Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests. 

Naturally however, the only person who seemed to be completely in over their heads about the exams apart from Percy, was Hermione. 

Y/N had assumed that Hermione had some sort of leeway given to her by the teachers, but was even more confused when he too a look at her exam timetable that she had next to her on the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. 

Monday:

 9 o'clock - Arithmancy.

9 o'clock - Transfiguration. 

Lunch

1 o'clock - Charms.

1 o'clock - Ancient Runes.

"Hermione?" Ron said cautiously. The three boys had become heavily aware that saying the wrong thing to her could cause a breakdown, "Er- are you sure you've copied these times down right?"

"What?" snapped Hermione, picking up the exam timetable and examining it. "Yes, of course I have."

Y/N sighed, "Any point in even asking how you're taking two exams at the same time? Have you cloned yourself Hermione?"

Y/N could have swore he saw a twitch of a smile dance across her face, but she turned back to normal just as quickly, "no, have any of you seen my copy of Numerology and Gramatica?"

"Oh yeah, I borrowed it for a bit of bedtime reading" Ron muttered, and Y/N almost snorted his cereal out of his nose.

Potions was that afternoon, and despite completely despising the teacher, it was by far Y/N's best subject. Following Snape's instructions to the letter, he had created a Confusing Concoction to the perfect thickness. Snape had a nasty look in his eyes as he scribbled on a bit of parchment. 

Having an exam at midnight was certainly unorthodox, but Astrology was one of the more obscure subjects with a unique Professor. Y/N thought he did quite well, especially with his previous knowledge of his time before Hogwarts when he would spend countless ours on the Orphanage's rooftop stargazing. 

On Wednesday morning, it was History of Magic. Professor Binns was still one of the most boring teachers to exist, with his most exciting lesson being last years' discussion about the Chamber of Secrets. Y/N thought he was practically regurgitating the textbook by the end of the exam. Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology in the baking hot green houses. Full of sweat afterwards, Y/N begged for tomorrow to come and go quickly so these exams would finally be over. 

Their second to last exam on Thursday morning was Defence Against the Dark Arts. Y/N hadn't spoken to Professor Lupin since his outburst a few weeks ago. He had kept his head down in lesson and left before Lupin could say anything. 

Professor Lupin didn't even try to talk to him about anything other than the exam as it was taking place. He had come up with an obstacle course for the students to tackle one by one. This included: wading across a deep paddling pool with a Grindylow, cross a series of potholes filled with Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh whilst a Hinkypunk tried to give them the wrong directions, before climbing into an old trunk and battling with a new Boggart that Lupin had found.