stuck with you {h.p x reader}

3.8 ・゜゜・．

         
       "You should go, Y/n; I'll be OK,"

For the remainder of the weekend, Madam Pomfrey insisted on keeping Harry in the hospital wing.

He didn't protest or argue, but he demanded that she keep the broken pieces of his Nimbus Two Thousand. Harry could not help it; he knew he was being foolish and that the Nimbus was beyond saving. He felt as though he had lost one of his best friends.

He was frequently visited by people who wanted to make him feel better. Ginny Weasley showed up with a homemade "get well" card that sang shrilly unless Harry kept it covered under his bowl of fruit, and Hagrid gave him a bunch of earwiggy flowers that resembled yellow cabbages.

On Sunday morning, the Gryffindor team returned, this time with Wood, who told Harry in a hollow, lifeless tone that he didn't blame him in the slightest.

Only at night and during class did Ron, Hermione, and Y/n leave Harry's bedside, but Y/n started skipping occasional Divination lessons to visit. Nobody could, however, make Harry feel any better because they only knew a part of what was bothering him.

Because he knew Ron would freak out, Y/n would reassure him it was a coincidence even though she was actually worried, and Hermione would scoff, he hadn't even told Ron, Y/n, and Hermione about the Grim.

However, the fact remained that it had already appeared twice and that both appearances had been followed by near misses; the first time, he almost got hit by the Knight Bus, and the second time, he fell fifty feet from his broomstick. Was the Grim going to follow him until his death? Was he destined to live out the rest of his days scanning the horizon for the beast?

Even though he had to put up with Draco Malfoy's taunts, it was a pleasure to return on Monday to the commotion and activity of the main school, where he was forced to think about other things.

Malfoy was almost beside himself with glee at Gryffindor's defeat. He had finally taken off his bandages, and applauded having the full use of both arms again by doing lively impersonations of Harry falling off his broom. Malfoy spent a significant portion of their following Potions class acting like a Dementor all across the dungeon. When Ron finally snapped, he threw a huge, slippery crocodile heart at Malfoy, striking him in the face and causing Snape to deduct fifty points from Gryffindor.

As they walked towards Lupin's classroom after lunch, Ron muttered, "If Snape is taking Defence Against the Dark Arts again, I'm going of sick. Check who's in there, Hermione."

Hermione took a peek inside the classroom.

"It's OK!"

Professor Lupin had returned to his job. He obviously appeared to have been unwell. He was wearing his old robes more loosely and had dark circles under his eyes, but he smiled at the class as they took their seats, and they immediately erupted in a storm of protest of Snape's actions while Lupin was unwell.

"It's not fair, he was just filling in, why should he set us homework?"

"We don't know anything whatsoever about werewolves -"

"-two rolls of parchment!"

"Did you tell Professor Snape we haven't covered them yet?" Lupin questioned with a little frown.

Once more, there was babbling.

"Yes, but he said we were very behind -"

"-he wouldn't listen-"

"-two rolls of parchment!"

Professor Lupin grinned at everyone's expression of outrage.

"Don't worry. I'll speak to Professor Snape. You don't have to do the essay."