Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Winnings and New Beginnings

(Y/N)'s POV

I found Harry later in the day, he was sat in the dorm, looking utterly vacant, he turned to see me, he made a very odd expression, it was like his face was going through every emotion he had, not sure which one to land on.

I broke the silence first. My big mouth running before I could think. "It wasn't your fault" he looked away. "I told him to take the cup with us," He argued "he would have taken it anyway, we all would have" I reasoned, "but I could have-" 

"What? Fought off all the Death Eaters? Stopped Voldemort? Wouldn't have worked, trust me, I tried" He paused, "Harry, it wasn't your fault. I want you to remember that" I strode up to him and gave him a hug too, he shrugged me off. I left him; I think he needed some time alone.

Then I remembered something, I reached into my trunk and pulled out a cat toy, it was basically just a weird fishing rod looking thing with a toy on the end that muggles used to play with cats, nothing special about it, but when I presented it to the cats they loved it, and I could use it one handed.

I did this a lot for the next few days, I suppose it was easier then thinking about things. The week after, Mum insisted I was admitted to St Mungo's, so they could treat my hand. Part of me thinks she just wanted to keep me safe, which I understood. 

I agreed to go, with the condition that I could leave on two occasions, one was Cedric's Service at Hogwarts. Something I could never forgive myself if I didn't attend. "The end," said Dumbledore, looking around at us, "of another year." 

He paused, and his eyes fell upon the Hufflepuff table. "There is much that I would like to say to you all tonight, but I must first acknowledge the loss of a very fine person, who should be sitting here," he gestured toward the Hufflepuffs, "enjoying our feast with us." 

"I would like you all, please, to stand, and raise your glasses, to Cedric Diggory." We did it, all of us; the benches scraped as everyone in the Hall stood, and raised their goblets, and echoed, in one loud, low, rumbling voice, "Cedric Diggory." I looked down at the table as we all sat down again.

"Cedric was a person who exemplified many of the qualities that distinguish Hufflepuff house," Dumbledore continued. "He was a good and loyal friend, a hard worker, he valued fair play. His death has affected you all, whether you knew him well or not." 

"I think that you have the right, therefore, to know exactly how it came about." I was in shock as Dumbledore spoke his next few words. "Cedric Diggory was murdered by Lord Voldemort." A panicked whisper swept the Great Hall 

"The Ministry of Magic," Dumbledore continued, "does not wish me to tell you this. It is possible that some of your parents will be horrified that I have done so, either because they will not believe that Lord Voldemort has returned, or because they think I should not tell you so, young as you are." 

"It is my belief, however, that the truth is generally preferable to lies, and that any attempt to pretend that Cedric died as the result of an accident, or some sort of blunder of his own, is an insult to his memory." 

Stunned and frightened, every face in the Hall was turned toward Dumbledore now "There are others who must be mentioned in connection with Cedric's death," Dumbledore went on. "I am talking, of course, about Harry Potter. And (Y/N) (L/N)" 

For the second time in the school year, those words made my heart sink. "Harry Potter managed to escape Lord Voldemort," said Dumbledore. "He risked his own life to return Cedric's body to Hogwarts. Aided in this struggle of course by (Y/N) (L/N)." 

"They showed, in every respect, the sort of bravery that few wizards have ever shown in facing Lord Voldemort, and for this, I honour them." That wasn't right, I didn't do anything brave, I didn't deserve the word honour.