Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

New Patronus and A Hippogriff Bonus

(Y/N)'s POV

After running for our lives we decided to swing behind a huge tree, holding our breath and hoping it would run past, after a few tense seconds we decided to peek around the tree, but then, the werewolf appeared, approaching slowly, it poised itself to attack.

I quickly got in front of my friends, expecting a lot of pain, but luckily, Buckbeak came to our rescue. He charged the werewolf relentlessly, attacking it with his front legs, rearing back and delivering crushing blows to the werewolf.

Luckily the werewolf manages to have enough foresight to know it was beaten, with a vicious snarl it disappeared into the depths of the forbidden forest, my only hope that once he came to his senses, Lupin would be fine, and able to support our story, not that anyone would take the word of a werewolf seriously.

"Poor Professor Lupin is having a really tough night..." said Hermione as he left to lick his wounds, I would have replied, but a chill blew in from in front of me, I recognised the eerie presence immediately, shadows fluttered over the moon, greasy as smoke. "Dementors. Let's go."

We skidded down to the edge of the lake, waiting in the trees, we finally saw past Harry come into view, he was attempting to save Sirius from the swarm of Dementors. We just stood there watching as he attempted to conjure a patronus to protect the two, I wanted to go and help, but Harry was insistent that his father would be here soon so there was no need.

"Don't worry. My Dad will come... Right there... you'll see... he'll come... any minute... he'll conjure the Patronus" I eyed Harry worriedly, "Maybe you were just-" I started "HE WILL! He will come!" We watched on in horror as one after another, Dementors dropped from the sky, fed off Sirius and Harry, then vanished into the cyclone of shadows they had created.

But still nothing, "Harry! HE'S NOT COMING" I bellowed. Hermione's eyes flashed desperately to the pitiful sight of Harry and Black at the water's edge... wracked with pain... dying... "No one's coming! You're dying, both of you... and no one's coming!" 

I held onto Hermione as we watched in disbelief, "This is horrible..." she pressed into me to avoid watching, then something, which I can only assume was Sirius's soul, was ripped from his body, through his mouth, a white light hovering just over his face.

Suddenly, as if he had been overtaken by anger, or frustration, Harry's face changed. He drew his wand. We tried to protest but he didn't listen, we watched on as Harry slashed through the trees, down to the rocky outcrop, to the exact spot where he claimed his father appeared. Poising his wand, he looked out over the sea of Dementors on the other side of the lake.

There was a moment when everything fell dead silent, likely the Dementor's giving pause at the thought of new prey, and then two words cut through the night. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry shouted commandingly. 

At first, a wisp of silver escaped from his wand, like before with Lupin, it hovered just above his wand, but then, in a sudden but elegant motion, it bloomed, extending out and flourishing with light like fire.

A great stag charged down the Dementors, gliding across the crystal surface of the lake, then into the air itself, causing all the Dementors to retreat. As the light cleared, Harry stood utterly still, wand extended to the heavens, as the last of the storm cleared, he simply let his arm drop.

After the amazing display of magical ability, we had to take a moment, all of us embracing to calm ourselves, we all sang Harry's praises, as he explained his train of thought. "It wasn't my dad I saw earlier. It was... me. I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before. 

I knew I could do it this time, because... because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?" Me and Hermione contemplated this for a few seconds, "No" we said in unison. Unfortunately we didn't have much time to relax, knowing Harrys past self would be safe we quickly retreated with Buckbeak under the cover of darkness,