Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Ministry Interference and Perseverance

(Y/N)'s POV

As I entered his office he was at his Pensieve, that reminded me to ask him about my dream and the boggart, but now probably wasn't a good time, as he finished doing whatever he was doing, I strode up to Fawkes.

"Hello Fawkes, looking good" I said, stroking his beak, he let out a chirp, with this Dumbledore turned back to me and smiled. "Ah, Is it that time already? I expected you to last at least a week Mr (L/N)" he did something between a smile and a smirk.

"I aim to exceed expectations Professor. And please (Y/N) is fine, Mr. (L/N) is my dad... well it's not, that's Mr. Bogwood...but it like (L/N) better. Let's not go there, it's very confusing" he nodded, I handed him the note.

"Ah, it seems you have made quite the impact on Professor Umbridge, as I had expected you would." I nodded "I just asked some questions" he looked over the paper again "so it seems..."

"Well, I'm afraid you are to serve detention with Professor Umbridge for the next two weeks during your free period, and I will have to take points from Gryffindor" I deflated a bit at that, "Ok, that's fair" he weakly smiled.

"Is there a reason this has happened?" he asked. I looked at him confused, "You haven't realised?" he smiled, now I was getting concerned "What?" "You are using your abilities again, not following Snape's instruction"

"How can you tell?" "I have a headache," he chuckled "I have since you walked in the room" I laughed too "Hermione says I do that anyway" He smiled and nodded. "I was doing it at St. Mungo's too, I don't know why."

He tapped his chin "Something to think on, moving on" "Professor McGonagall has informed me of your wish to become an animagi. And what you have told me about using your abilities constantly, leads me to believe you are practising. Even subconsciously" He said as if he was telling me rather than asking.

"Why?" he asked calmly, I stuttered "oh, it's nothing, silly really." He smiled "Nonsense, help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it" I shrugged "It's my, uh, my boggart, and I keep having weird dreams, so I thought something bad was going to happen."

He beckoned me to continue, so I did, explaining my worries about the gravestone. Then showing him the vial "May I?" he asked, motioning to the pensieve. I nodded. He plucked the memory from my hand.

He looked at the memory, I stroked Fawkes while I waited. He soon emerged, looking to be in deep thought, and deeply concerned. "I see" he said thoughtfully. Stroking his beard and looking over into his penseive.

"When... when I was a young man...things happened in my past that I'm not proud of, and it has haunted me ever since." I remained silent. "its location meant very little to me back then, but now, I will never forget it" there was a long pause.

"Perhaps, you are not afraid of being in the graveyard again. Perhaps, it is the events that occurred there that haunt you" his tone changed, suddenly it was a bit more cheerful, like it normally was.

"So, tell me, how did you feel, while you were facing Voldemort?" he seemed oddly curious, as if he was hanging off my every word, like he was a fan of Voldemort's work or something. "If I wanted a shrink professor, I would have stayed in St. Mungos."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Ah yes, I imagine that must have been rather dull for you, but please, humour an old man." Despite his urging, there was a solid minute where I couldn't speak, all that came to mind was that image of Cedric, and that feeling, hiding behind the gravestones.

"...I don't know, it was... horrific, in a word, it was like no matter what I did, it didn't matter, he was better, anything I thought of was useless, I couldn't even help Cedric, or Harry" My hands were trembling just thinking of it.