Harry x F!Reader {Year 1}

Mirror

Your p.o.v.

It is now nighttime.

Everyone has gone to bed.

I, however, was awake in the common room, waiting for Harry to show up.

I soon heard knocking.

I opened the portrait hole and saw no one there.

Harry then popped his head out of the cloak.

"Ready?" He asked.

I nodded.

I got under the cloak with him, and we made our way to the library.

When we got to the restricted section, he held the lantern close to the books to see better.

We were trying to look for 'Flamel', but nothing.

I could have sworn I heard that name somewhere, but where?

He took off the cloak and set the lantern down on top of it.

Harry picks up a book and opens it.

A man's face came out, screaming!

We both jumped in freight.

He immediately slams the book shut and puts it back.

"Who's there?!" We heard a voice ask.

"It's Filch." I told Harry in a whisper.

He grabs the cloak, but as he does, the lantern falls and breaks onto the floor.

"I know you're in there. You can't hide." Filch said.

Harry puts the cloak over us, and we carefully creep around Filch, trying not to bump into him.

We hold our breath, so Filch can't hear us.

"Who is it?! Show yourself!" Filch yelled.

Elsa? Is that you?

We ran out of the library, breathing heavily.

We were in the hall, and suddenly we see Filch's cat.

"She can't see us, right?" Harry asked me.

"She's staring right at us! What do you mean?!" I whispered, yelled at him.

We run around a corner just in time to see my Dad push Quirrell against a wall.

One, why him?

Two, get a room.

"Severus. . . I-i thought. . ." Quirrell stuttered, clearly afraid of my Dad.

"You don't want me as your enemy, Quirrell." Dad told him.

"W-what do you m-m-mean?"

Really?

We started walking around them.

"You know perfectly well, what I mean." Dad told him.

I guess he sensed us because he looked straight at us.

We both covered each other's mouths and walked backwards.

He tried to grab the cloak but missed.

He whips back to face Quirrell and points a finger at him.

"We'll have another chat soon. . . When you've had time to decide your loyalties lie." Dad told him.

Filch came and was holding the broken lantern.

He had an evil grin.

"Oh, Professors, I found this in the Restricted Section. It's still hot. That means there's a student out of bed.