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

Year One: Chapter Twelve

3rd person POV

In years to come, Harry would never quite remember how he managed to get through his exams when he half expected Voldemort to come bursting through the door at any moment.

Yet the days crept by, and there could be no doubt that Fluffy was still alive and behind the locked door. It was sweltering hot, especially in the large classroom where they did their written papers.

They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an Anti-Cheating spell. They had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called them one by one into his class to see if they could make a pineapple tap-dance across a desk. Professor Mcgonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox — points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made them all nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a forgetfulness potion.

Harry did the best he could, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his forehead, which had been bothering him since his trip into the forest. Neville thought Harry had a bad case of exams nerves because Harry couldn't sleep, but the truth was that Harry kept being woken by his old nightmare, except that is was now worse than ever because there was now a hooded figure dripping in blood in it. Y/n was haunted in her sleep by the dead unicorn, she would wake up shaky in the middle of the night. She tried to ignore it, but the image kept finding its way back in her head, following her.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Harry and Y/n had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem as worried about the Stone as Harry. Y/n didn't really speak out, but her thoughts were constantly clouded by the thought of Voldemort killing her. The idea of Voldemort certainly scared Ron and Hermione, but he didn't keep keep visiting them in their dreams, and they were so busy with their studying they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.

Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd inventing self-stirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Y/n couldn't help cheering with the rest.

"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione as they joined the crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. "I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."

Hermione always liked to go through their exam papers afterwards, but Ron said it made him feel ill, so they wandered down to the lake and flopped under a tree. Y/n tended to "lose" or "forget" her exam papers so she wouldn't have to discuss them.

The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the tentacles of the giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows.

"No more studying," Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass. "You could look more cheerful, Harry, we've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry."

Harry was rubbing his forehead.

"I wish I knew what this means!" He burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting — it's happened before, but never as often as this."

Y/n sprung up with wide eyes.

"Go to Madam Pomfrey," Hermione suggested.

"I'm not ill," said Harry. "I think it's a warning....it means danger is coming...."

"Harry, how long has your scar been hurting like this?" Y/n questioned.

"Since detention," Harry said.