Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Party Invitations and Accusations

(Y/N)'s POV

Later in the week, the post owls arrived, I got a check in from Mr. Shacklebolt, still not much news, just more of the same, as well as an update on Dad and how he was doing. After that I was drawn to a commotion at the table.

Harry was delivered a package, then an identical package landed in front of Ron, crushing beneath it his minuscule and exhausted owl, Pigwidgeon. I called him over and stroked him on the head to calm him down and stop him from squawking like a maniac, feeding him some crumbs from breakfast.

"Ha!" said Harry, unwrapping the parcel to reveal a new copy of Advanced Potion-Making, fresh from Flourish and Blotts. "Oh good," said Hermione, delighted. "Now you can give that graffitied copy back." "Are you mad?" said Harry. "I'm keeping it! Look, I've was thinking-"

"Did it hurt?" I commented, he rolled his eyes and continued. He pulled the old copy of Advanced Potion-Making out of his bag and tapped the cover with his wand, muttering, "Diffindo!"

The cover fell off. He did the same thing with the brand-new book, Hermione looked like she was about to knock him out at the sight. He then swapped the covers, tapped each, and said, "Reparo!"

There sat the Prince's copy, disguised as a new book, and there sat the fresh copy from Flourish and Blotts, looking thoroughly secondhand. "Shame that spell doesn't on scribbled on ink, otherwise it would be problem solved" I thought, but I didn't voice this opinion otherwise Harry might cry.

"I'll give Slughorn back the new one, he can't complain, it cost nine Galleons." Hermione pressed her lips together, looking angry and disapproving, but was distracted by a third owl landing in front of her carrying that day's copy of the Daily Prophet.

She unfolded it hastily and scanned the front page. "Anyone we know dead?" asked Ron in a determinedly casual voice; he posed the same question every time Hermione opened her paper, which now I thought about it, was a horrible thing to even have to consider.

"No, but there have been more dementor attacks," said Hermione. "And an arrest." "Excellent, who?" said Harry, "Stan Shunpike," said Hermione. "What?" said Harry, startled.  She began to read aloud.

"'Stanley Shunpike, conductor on the popular Wizarding conveyance the Knight Bus, has been arrested on suspicion of Death Eater activity. Mr. Shunpike, 21, was taken into custody late last night after a raid on his Clapham home...'"

"Stan Shunpike, a Death Eater?" said Harry, "No way!" "He might have been put under the Imperius Curse," said Ron reasonably. "You never can tell." Hermione tutted.

I sighed, realising how desperate the Ministry were "Hermione, If Stan Shunpike is a Death Eater, so is Colin Creevey...he's too awkward to be doing anything shady, you remember the Veela?"

"It doesn't look like it," said Hermione, who was still reading. "It says here he was arrested after he was overheard talking about the Death Eaters' secret plans in a pub." She looked up with a troubled expression on her face.

"Nah, poor sod was probably trying to show off" I said, frowning and shaking my head. "If he was under the Imperius Curse, he'd hardly stand around gossiping about their plans, would he?" "It sounds like he was trying to make out he knew more than he did," said Ron.

"I dunno what they're playing at, taking Stan seriously." "They probably want to look as though they're doing something," said Hermione, frowning. "People are terrified — you know the Patil twins' parents want them to go home?" I shrugged, "Can you blame them, after what happened to Hannah Abbott?"

There had been a horrible incident the day before, when Hannah Abbott had been taken out of Herbology to be told her mother had been found dead. We had not seen Hannah since. Hermione's eyes shifted downwards sadly and she added, "Eloise Midgen has already been withdrawn. Her father picked her up last night."