Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year One: Chapter Eleven

3rd person POV

Things couldn't have been worse. Filch took them down to Professor Mcgonagall's study on the first floor, where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling. Y/n felt guilty, she should've realized that they forgot the Cloak. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover-up stories chased each other around Harry's brain, each more feeble than the last.

He couldn't see how they were going to get out of trouble this time. They were cornered. There was no reason on earth that Professor Mcgonagall would accept for their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up the tallest Astronomy Tower, which was out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the Invisibility Cloak, and they might as well be packing their bags already.

Had Y/n and Harry thought that things couldn't get worse? They were wrong. When Professor Mcgonagall appeared, she was leading Neville.

"Harry!" Neville burst out, the moment he saw the other three. "I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy saying he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag—"

Y/n shook her head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor Mcgonagall had seen. She seemed more likely to breath fire than Norbert as she stood over the four of them.

"I would never have believed it of any of you. Mr. Flich says you were up in the Astronomy Tower. It's one o'clock in the morning. Explain yourselves."

It was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teacher's question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue.

"I think I've got a good idea of what's been going on," said Professor Mcgonagall. "It doesn't take a genius to figure it out. You fed Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. I've already caught him. I suppose you think it's funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too?"

Harry caught Neville's eyes and tried to tell him without words that this wasn't true, because Neville looked stunned and hurt. Poor, blundering Neville — Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and find them in the dark, to warn them.

"But Professor, we don't think it's funny that Neville heard," Y/n pleaded. "He's brave to come and try to warn us."

Neville had such a look on his face, Harry could have laugh if they weren't in this situation. Professor Mcgonagall pursed her lips.

"You expect me to believe you after tonight?"

"No, but—"

"I'm disgusted," said Professor Mcgonagall. "Five students out of bed in one night! I've never heard of such a thing before! You, Ms. Granger, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter and Ms. L/n, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. All four of you will receive detentions — yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around the school at night, especially these days, it's very dangerous — and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor."

"Fifty?" Harry gasped — they would lose the lead, the lead he'd won last Quidditch match.

"Fifty points each," said Professor Mcgonagall, breathing heavily through her long, pointed nose.

"Professor — please —" "You can't—"

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Potter. Now off to bed, all of you. I've never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students."

Two hundred points lost. That put Gryffindor in last place. In one night, they'd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the House Cup. Y/n felt as though the bottom had dropped out of her stomach. How could they ever make up for this?