Harry x F!Reader {Year 1}

Gryffindor v. Slytherin

Harry's p.o.v.

I'm in the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor table with Ron and Hermione.

We became friends with her after she got us out of trouble last night.

They're telling me to eat, but I'm not hungry.

Snape came to me and said, "Good luck today, Potter. Then again, now that you have proven yourself against a troll, a little game of Quidditch should be easy for you. . . Even if it is against Slytherin." He said and limped away.

"That explained the blood." I said to myself.

"Very observant, I see." A voice came from behind me.

I looked to see none other than y/n.

"Y/n." I said, smiling at her.

"Nervous?" She asked.

"He won't eat." Ron told her.

I gave him a look, meaning to shut up.

She looked at Ron, shocked.

"You're actually talking to me?" She asked him.

He shrugged.

"Well. . . You see. . . After last night. . . I had a thought. . ." He said, trying to find the right words.

"He means to say is that after last night, he came to realize that you didn't rat us out and are a really nice person, especially as a Slytherin." I explained to her.

She just nodded.

"Want to sit down?" I asked her.

She thought for a second.

She then shrugged.

"Eh. Why not?" And sat down.

"So, I'm guessing last night, Snape let that troll in as a diversion so he can get past that three-headed dog. But he got himself bitten, that's why he's limping." I informed them.

Y/n laughed.

I gave her a confused look.

"Look, Harry, I know we're friends and all, but please don't think so low of my Dad." She told me.

"But he wants whatever Hagrid took out of the vault, whatever that dog is guarding." I tried to reason.

She shook her head.

"Harry, I know my Dad, and he's not the bad guy. Sure, he hates you, but you can't be like Ron here and go judging everyone you meet just because of how they appear to be." She scolded me.

She then got up and left.

Soon, Hedwig came with a package, and it landed right in front of me.

"Bit early for mail, isn't it?" Hermione asked.

"B-but I never get mail." I stuttered in shock.

"Let's open it!" Ron exclaimed.

So we did.

"It's a broomstick!" I happily exclaimed.

"That's not just any broomstick, Harry. That's a Nimbus 2000!" Ron informed me, with a big smile on his face.

"But who?" I questioned and looked around.

I see Hedwig with McGonagall, and she was stroking Hedwig's feathers.

She then saw me look at her, she gave me a slight nod with a small smile.

I smiled back at her.

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