Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Confusing Wills and Cold Chills

(Y/N)'s POV

Scrimgeour did not speak as we passed through the messy kitchen and into The Burrow's sitting room. Although the garden had been full of soft, golden evening light, it was already dark in here: Harry flicked his wand at the oil lamps as he entered and they illuminated the shabby but cosy room.

Scrimgeour sat himself in the sagging armchair that Mr. Weasley normally occupied, leaving Harry, Hermione and I to squeeze side by side on the sofa as Ron politely took the floor beside us. Once we had done so, Scrimgeour spoke.

"I have some questions for the four of you, and I think it will be best if we do it individually. If you three," he pointed at Harry, Hermione and I, "can wait upstairs, I will start with Ronald."

"We're not going anywhere," said Harry, while Hermione nodded vigorously. "You can speak to us together, or not at all." "Yeah, we just sat down, don't make us all get up again" I reasoned.

Scrimgeour gave Harry a cold, appraising look. "Very well, then, together," he said, shrugging. He cleared his throat. "I am here, as I'm sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledore's will."

We all looked at one another. "A surprise, apparently! You were not aware, then, that Dumbledore had left you anything?" "A–all of us?" said Ron. "Me and Hermione too?" "Yes, all of-" But Harry interrupted.

"Dumbledore died over a month ago. Why has it taken this long to give us what he left us?" "Isn't it obvious?" said Hermione, before Scrimgeour could answer. "They wanted to examine whatever he's left us. You had no right to do that!" she said, and her voice trembled slightly.

"I had every right," said Scrimgeour dismissively. "The Decree for Justifiable Confiscation gives the Ministry the power to confiscate the contents of a will-" "That law was created to stop wizards passing on Dark artefacts," said Hermione.

"And the Ministry is supposed to have powerful evidence that the deceased's possessions are illegal before seizing them! Are you telling me that you thought Dumbledore was trying to pass us something cursed?"

"Are you planning to follow a career in Magical Law, Miss Granger?" asked Scrimgeour. "No, I'm not," retorted Hermione. "I'm hoping to do some good in the world!" Ron laughed, I giggled so hard I was almost in tears, she mugged him right off.

Harry spoke. "So why have you decided to let us have our things now? Can't think of a pretext to keep them?" "No, it'll be because the thirty-one days are up," said Hermione at once. "They can't keep the objects longer than that unless they can prove they're dangerous. Right?"

"Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, Ronald?" asked Scrimgeour, ignoring Hermione, who was absolutely right. Ron looked startled. "Me? Not – not really ... it was always Harry and (Y/N) who ..."

Ron looked round at us, to see Hermione giving him a 'stop-talking-now!' sort of look, "Zip the lip genius!" I muttered, but the damage was done: Scrimgeour looked as though he had heard exactly what he had expected, and wanted, to hear.

He swooped like a bird of prey upon Ron's answer. "If you were not very close to Dumbledore, how do you account for the fact that he remembered you in his will? He made exceptionally few personal bequests."

"The vast majority of his possessions – his private library, his magical instruments and other personal effects – were left to Hogwarts. Why do you think you were singled out?" "I ... dunno," said Ron.

"I ... when I say we weren't close ... I mean, I think he liked me ..." "You're being modest, Ron," said Hermione. "Dumbledore was very fond of you."

"Well, Ron sorted out the Chamber of Secrets and Sirius Black, then he was at the Department of Mysteries with us , made a good impression I imagine" I said, looking to Harry, who nodded awkwardly, Scrimgeour seemed amused by this flimsy reasoning and moved on.