The Lost One: Harry Potter x Fem!reader

9

Harry felt as though he were carrying some kind of talisman inside his chest over the following two weeks, a glowing secret that supported him through Umbridge’s classes and even made it possible for him to smile blandly as he looked into her horrible bulging eyes. He and the DA were resisting her under her very nose, doing the very thing she and the Ministry most feared, and whenever he was supposed to be reading Wilbert Slinkhard’s book during her
lessons he dwelled instead on satisfying memories of their most recent meetings, remembering how Neville had successfully disarmed Hermione, how Colin Creevey had mastered the Impediment Jinx after three meetings’ hard effort, how Parvati Patil had produced such a good Reductor Curse that she had reduced the table carrying all the Sneakoscopes to dust, the laughs he and Y/n had shared when they both tried to disarm each other at the same time, resolving into the two flying backwards and falling with a big thud. The jealousy Cho had on her face when Harry checked on Y/n multiple time to see if she wasn't in pain, despite her protests.

He was finding it almost impossible to fix a regular night of the week for the DA meetings, as they had to accommodate three separate teams’
Quidditch practices, which were often rearranged due to bad weather
conditions; but Harry was not sorry about this; he had a feeling that it was probably better to keep the timing of their meetings unpredictable. If
anyone was watching them, it would be hard to make out a pattern.

Hermione soon devised a very clever method of communicating the time and date of the next meeting to all the members in case they needed to change it at short notice, because it would look suspicious if people from different Houses were seen crossing the Great Hall to talk to each other too often. She gave each of the members of the DA a fake Galleon (Ron became very excited when he first saw the
basket and was convinced she was actually giving out gold) that she and Y/n had produced together, Y/n was exceptionally gifted in those types of charms, so they learned which even left Hermione in awe.

‘You see the numerals around the edge of the coins?’ Hermione said,
holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. The coin gleamed fat and yellow in the light from the torches. ‘On real Galleons that’s just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting.'

'The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if you’re carrying them in a pocket you’ll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting he’ll change the numbers on his coin, and because I’ve put a Protean Charm on them, they’ll all change to mimic his.’

A blank silence greeted Y/n’s words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted.

‘Well – I thought it was a good idea,’ she said uncertainly, ‘I mean, even
if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, there’s nothing fishy about
carrying a Galleon, is there? But … well, if you don’t want to use them –’

‘You can do a Protean Charm?’ said Terry Boot.

‘Yes,’ said Y/n.

‘But that’s … that’s N.E.W.T. standard, that is,’ he said weakly.

‘Oh,’ said Y/n, trying to look modest. ‘Oh … well … yes, I suppose it is.’

‘How come you’re not in Ravenclaw?’ he demanded, staring at Y/n with something close to wonder. ‘With brains like yours?’

‘Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw
during my Sorting,’ said Y/n brightly, ‘but it decided on Gryffindor
in the end. So, does that mean we’re using the Galleons?’

There was a murmur of assent and everybody moved forwards to
collect one from the basket. Harry looked sideways at Y/n.

‘You know what these remind me of?’

‘No, what’s that?’

‘The Death Eaters’ scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know they’ve got to join him.’

‘Well … yes,’ said Y/n quietly, ‘that is where I got the idea … but you’ll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our members’ skin.’

‘Yeah … I prefer your way,’ said Harry, grinning, as he slipped his Galleon into his pocket. ‘I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them.’ Harry told her, wrapping an arm around her, making her grin.