Grindelwald's Burden (Books 1-7)

31. The Dementor.

It was the next morning and Y/n awoke with a heavy weight upon his chest.

"I am not your pillow Noctis..." Y/n groaned tiredly.

Noctis only responded by putting a paw on his face as if trying to silence him.

"Do not be cheeky..." Y/n warned her.

Noctis got up now as she grumpily got off him now and strutted off the bed.

Y/n swung his legs off the side of his bed now and sat up stretching his arms above him. Today was the day he would return to Hogwarts for his third year. Wasting no time he got up, Washed his face, brushed his teeth and changed into his clothes. Once he was done he left his room and knocked on the door of the room next to his own."

"Come in." Harry's voice sounded out and Y/n opened the door to see the dressed Harry sat on his bed.

"Ready for the journey?" Y/n asked him.

"Yeah..." Harry said and Y/n frowned. Something must have been bothering Harry as he had never heard him sound so unenthusiastic to return to Hogwarts before.

Ron however barged his way into the room now, pulling a sweatshirt over his head and looking irritable.

"The sooner we get on the train, the better." he said. "At least I can get away from Percy at Hogwarts. Now he's accusing me of dripping tea on his photo of Penelope Clearwater. You know." Ron grimaced. "His girlfriend. She's hidden her face under the frame because her nose has gone all blotchy..."

"I've got something to tell you both." Harry began, but they were interrupted by Fred and George, who had looked in to congratulate Ron on infuriating Percy again.

They headed down to breakfast, where Mr. Weasley was reading the front page of the Daily Prophet with a furrowed brow and Mrs. Weasley was telling Hermione and Ginny about a love potion she'd made as a young girl. All three of them were rather giggly as they looked in the boys directions for a moment.

"What were you saying?" Ron asked Harry as they sat down.

"Later." Harry muttered as Percy stormed in.

Harry had no chance to speak to Ron, Y/n or Hermione in the chaos of leaving, they were too busy heaving all their trunks down the Leaky Cauldron's narrow staircase and piling them up near the door, with Hedwig and Hermes, Percy's screech owl, perched on top in their cages. Two small wickerwork baskets stood beside the heap of trunks, one spitting loudly.

"It's all right, Crookshanks." Hermione cooed through the wickerwork. "I'll let you out on the train."

"You won't." snapped Ron. "What about poor Scabbers, eh?"

He pointed at his chest, where a large lump indicated that Scabbers was curled up in his pocket.

Mr. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside.

"They're here." He said. "Harry, come on. "

Y/n found it rather odd as Mr. Weasley marched Harry across the short stretch of pavement toward the first of two old-fashioned dark green cars, each of which was driven by a furtive-looking wizard wearing a suit of emerald velvet.

"In you get, Harry." said Mr. Weasley, glancing up and down the crowded street.

Harry got into the back of the car and was shortly joined by Y/n, Hermione, Ron, and, to Ron's disgust, Percy.

The journey to King's Cross was very uneventful and they reached it with twenty minutes to spare. The Ministry drivers found them trolleys, unloaded their trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley, and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving line at the traffic lights.