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

Year Two: Chapter Eighteen

yoyok is Y/n's 4th year song...iykyk 

Anyways, I'm here to wrap up the second year and move us into the best year 

3rd person POV 

 For a moment there was silence as Harry, Y/n, Ron, Ginny, and Lockhart stood in the doorway, covered in muck and slime and (in Harry's and Y/n's case) blood and ink. Then there was a scream. 

 "Ginny!"

It was Mrs. Weasley, who had been sitting crying in front of the fire. She leapt to her feet, closely followed by Mr. Weasley, and both of them flung themselves around their daughter. Y/n stood in the doorway, watching the family with a sad smile. Harry, however, was looking past them. Professor Dumbledore was standing by the mantelpiece, beaming, next to Professor McGonagall, who was taking great, steadying gasps, clutching her chest. 

Fawkes went swooshing past Y/n's ear and settled on Dumbledore's shoulder, just as Y/n found herself, Harry, and Ron being swept into Mrs. Weasley's tight embrace. 

 "You saved her! You saved her! How did you do it?" 

 "I think we'd all like to know that," said Professor McGonagall weakly. 

 Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry and Y/n, who shared an apprehensive look, then they both walked over to the desk and laid upon it the Sorting Hat, the ruby-encrusted sword, and what remained of Riddle's diary.

 Then Harry started telling them everything. For nearly a quarter of an hour he spoke into the rapt silence: He told them about hearing the disembodied voice, how Hermione had finally realized that he was hearing a basilisk from the pipes; how he, Y/n, and Ron had followed the spiders into the forest, that Aragon told them where the last victim of the basilisk had died; how Y/n had guessed that Moaning Myrtle was the victim, and that the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets night be in her bathroom... 

 "Very well," Professor McGonagall prompted him as he paused, "so you found out where the entrance was — breaking a hundred of school rules into pieces, I might add — but how on earth did you all get out of there, Potter?" 

 So Harry, his voice now growing hoarse from all this talking, told them about Fawkes's timely arrival and about the Sorting Hat giving him the sword. But then he faltered. He had so far avoided mentioning Riddle's diary — or Ginny. She was standing with her head against Mrs. Weasley's shoulder, and tears were still coursing silently down her cheeks. 

What if they expelled her? Harry thought in panic. Riddle'a diary didn't work anymore...

How could they prove it had been he who'd made her do it all? Instinctively, Harry looked at Dumbledore, who smiled faintly, the firelight glancing off his half-moon spectacles. 

 "What interests me most," said Dumbledore gently, "is how Lord Voldemort managed to enchant Ginny, when my sources tell me he is currently hiding in the forests of Albania." 

 Relief — warm, sweeping, glorious relief — swept of Harry. 

 "W-what's that?" said Mrs. Weasley in a stunned voice. "You-Know-Who? En-enchant Ginny? But Ginny's not — Ginny hasn't been — has she?" 

 "It was this diary," said Y/n quickly, picking it up and showing it to Dumbledore. "Riddle wrote it when he was sixteen..." 

 Dumbledore took the diary from Y/n and peered keenly down his long, crooked nose at its burnt and soggy pages. 

 "Brilliant," he said softly. "Of course, he was probably the most brilliant student Hogwarts has ever seen." 

He turned around to look at the Weasleys, who were looking utterly bewildered.