Heir of Merlin | Harry x Reader

Different

Let's do it!!

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First Person POV - Y/n

"You just throw it down and then say the place you want to go," I explained to Harry. 

We had gotten our Hogwarts supply lists and we were headed to Diagon Alley to get them all. Since we were going to use Floo Powder, Ron and I were explaining how to do it with Harry. 

"Alright, Fred, George, I'm going with you, and if I am aggressively digging my nails into your arms it is because I don't want to fall."

"Well, actually, three's a crowd," said Fred smirking, "I think you should go with Harry. Don't you agree, George."

"I do, Freddie," George replied.

"But Harry's never traveled by Floo powder before, so he should come with me shouldn't he," Ron replied looking towards Mrs. Weasley.

The twins both shot him a glare, and immediately turned to their mum and said, "Well, it makes more sense for Y/n to go with Harry. She has used Floo Powder and that would help Harry."

"You lot are absolutely done for next time I get my hands on you," I mumbled to them, "You know, trying to set us up could lead to things in the future meaning kissing and occasionally shag-"

"On second thought, I think Y/n should come with us," said Fred immediately. 

"Yeah, three is such a low number," added George. 

I had no problems going with Harry but it was kind of awkward now with what had happened. I could see Harry blushing and in all honesty, I was as well. 

"Enough," said Mrs. Weasley, "Y/n, you can go with Harry. Ron, you go first so that Harry can see how it's done. Yes. In you go...That's it."

Ron yelled, "Diagon Alley," as he threw the powder down and disappeared.

"You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid, you have Y/n with you. Come on. Come on. In you go."

Harry and I stepped into the fireplace and I grabbed his hand. I pretended to throw the dust down and nodded at him and he nodded back. 

"Ready?" I asked, "You say the words and make sure you speak clearly."

That's it, mind your head. That's right. Now take your Floo powder. That's it, very good. Now, 

We both threw the powder down as he said "Diaganilly!"

Did he really just say Diaganilly?

We weren't in the Weasley's fireplace but we weren't in the place we were supposed to be either. There were a bunch of older witches and wizards staring at us. 

I instinctively pulled up my shirt a little bit to hide the tattoo and rubbed some floo powder on Harry's forehead to hide his scar. 

"Come on," I said while yanking him out of the fireplace. "You know you had one job. One simple job to say a few words."

We walked out of the dark bar and into an even darker alley. We looked around as an old witch grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards her. 

"Not lost are you, my dears?" asked the witch. 

"Um, I'm fine," I quickly replied shaking out of her grip. "We were just-"

"Come with us. We'll help you find your way back."

"Back the hell up-"

"Harry? Y/n? What do you think you're doing down 'ere?" said the familiar voice of Hagrid and we both turned towards him.