𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗞¹⁻⁷ [HARRY POTTER X Y/N]

𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋: 𝗌𝗅𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗄𝖾

"i always knew you were no ordinary girl"

𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝘼𝙬𝙖𝙠𝙚 | 𝖥𝖮𝖴𝖱
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"HOW COME NEITHER of you told me about this?" Beth asked hotly. A creamy, white owl by the name of France had dropped off a letter from Mrs. Weasley, informing Beth about Ron's and the twins' scheme. They had stolen their father's car and flew it to Harry's to get him. Apparently, the Dursleys had put bars up against his windows and almost starved him to death.

Y/n had just gotten out of Archery practice - it was a good thing Hermione wasn't here to hear Beth's furry. "Honestly, we were! But Hermione was worried about Dobby. His master treats him badly, not to mention that Harry was imprisoned!"

"You didn't bother to tell me," said Beth, hitting the wooden spoon loudly on the egg pan. "If you had, you would've known that Molly and I had plans to pick Harry up if he didn't respond back by Friday."

"Oh. . ." Y/n sighed, feeling a bit dumb.

"Oh, indeed. House-elves don't suddenly disobey their master, someone must've put him up for that. It's probably some god awful joke that some daddy's money, kid planned out," Beth continued to make breakfast angrily.

"Oh," said Y/n once again.

"What else did Dobby say?" she removed the lid from a tea pot that contained the smell of sweet, strong chai tea. Y/n's senses were filled with warmth and cinnamon spice.

"Er, well, he said something about protecting Harry," said Y/n reluctantly. "I don't know what that was about."

"He said that?" Beth's head snapped in an anxious way. She adjusted her position and said, "I'll find out who's house-elf that was, but from now on, I don't want you getting into any sort of trouble. Look at what happened last year . . ."

Beth was right. Y/n had a tendency of getting involved in situations that weren't any of her business. These events were far from her own good. After drinking a cup of tea and finishing her eggs, she headed up the wooden stairs with a set of heavy thoughts and a bowl of water to feed France - the Sinclair's owl.

Although, she could question Dobby's warning for hours, she had to listen to Beth. She knew what was best after all. Once Y/n reached the top of the stairs and walked down the hallway to Beth's office, she was embraced by rich wooden furniture, bookshelves on one side of the wall, and a desk in the middle of the room when she opened the door.

She caught the sight of France in her cage, waiting impatiently. Y/n placed the bowl in her cage before she could knock it off her hands out of desperation. Just as Y/n was about to leave, she stopped for a second. It wouldn't be the first time that Y/n snooped around Beth's office and surely wouldn't be the last.