Forever | Harry Potter x Reader

Sirius' Head?

After finishing getting ready, Hermione and I began our walk to the Great Hall for our Saturday breakfast.

"You missed an important announcement," Hermione says.

"What was it?" I say.

"Ron made the Quidditch Team," Hermione says brightly.

I grin, "That's excellent! Now, you can swoon over him playing Quidditch!"

Hermione slaps my arm, "I do not swoon over anybody!" I raise my eyebrows and she laughs.

"I think you're forgetting Vicky," I say.

"Don't call him that!" Hermione says, "Viktor and I are just friends, anyway. And you're one to talk, Miss 'I'm officially taken!'."

"Whatever," I mumble.

When we enter the Great Hall, I find Elijah and flash him a smile. He grins back and I blush slightly.

"I heard you made the team!" I say to Ron as we sit down, "Congrats!"

Ron flashes me a grin and quickly swallows his bacon, "Thanks."

"When do you start practice?" I say.

"Tuday atfu oc lock," Ron says, his mouth completely stuffed with food.

"What?" I say.

Ron opens his mouth again, but Hermione snaps, "Ron, finish your food before you speak."

Ron swallows and says, "Who are you? My mother?"

"It's rude—"

"Good morning," Harry says as he takes a seat. I look over and see he's got a giddy grin on his face.

"What's the matter with you?" Ron says.

"Uh... Quidditch later," Harry says. I eye him suspiciously before beginning to eat my food. I don't believe him, but whatever he's hiding, he obviously doesn't want us to know.

"Yeah..." Ron says, looking anxious, "You don't mind going out a bit of earlier, do you? You know... to help me practice?"

"Sure," Harry replies, but he's not looking at Ron. Instead, he's looking at a girl who just sat down at the Ravenclaw table, Cho Chang. Was that who he was with before he came here? I feel a twinge of jealousy at the thought of Harry and Cho being in the same room alone.

I quickly brush the thoughts out of my mind, though. Why should I care who Harry spends his free time with? I already have an incredibly sweet guy.

Just then, the morning post arrived and as usual, the Daily Prophet was in the beak of a screech owl, soaring towards Hermione. Hermione pays the owl with a knut and quickly begins to skim through the pages.

By the looks of it, nothing interesting caught Hermione's eye. Harry began to eat his eggs, but stopped his fork just before entering his mouth when Hermione gasped.

"Oh no... Sirius!"

"What happened?" Harry says, snatching the paper so aggressively that it ripped in half, Harry and Hermione each holding one piece.

"'The Ministry of Magic has received a tip-off from a reliable source that Sirius Black, notorious mass murderer is currently hiding in London!'" Hermione read aloud.

"I bet it was Lucius Malfoy," Harry snarls, "Remember what Malfoy had said on the train? I knew he recognized Sirius on the platform."

"Wha—" Ron mumbles, looking extremely confused, "What did he say—"

"Shhh!" Harry snaps.

"He won't be able to leave his house again," Hermione concludes, "Dumbledore didn't want him to leave in the first place." She sets down her half of the Daily Prophet.