Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Lengthening Rap Sheets and Cobbled Streets

(Y/N)'s POV

Travelling alone with no concrete destination was such a pain, the amount of time I spent staring at this little gobstone in a compass made me hate it with a passion, I never thought I would hold such a deep resentment for an inanimate object.

It worked fine, I assumed it was pointing me to Hermione at every second of the day, but that was the problem, it just never moved more than a couple of centimetres, sometimes it was rooted in directions for hours on end no matter how far I travelled.

This was true of course except for when I was making progress. Every time I seemed to get closer something stopped me making progress. The most common took place almost every morning, I would be hiking in one direction only to find the compass suddenly pointing in another.

That was the only time the orb moved, whenever I had the slightest hope that I was making progress, whenever I felt like my friends were in reach it knocked it all from under me and violently swerved as they presumably apparated from location to location, putting me back to square one.

I don't know if I was imagining things, but there were a few times that I swore I saw them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione before they dissaparated, probably just wishful thinking. But I always felt like I was so close.

That is what made me resent the damned thing, I had thrown it against rocks, trees, pavements, and buildings in frustration, not even getting the satisfaction of it shattering thanks to my unbreakable glass charm.

After a few more days of this maddening routine of bad luck I decided enough was enough and set my sights on my backup plan. Find Godric's Hollow and stay rooted to the spot until they arrived. And that itself was also maddening to some extent.

Hermione had read me A History of Magic about seventy-two times. It was her best 'put us to sleep' book, so how could I have listened to it so many times and only retained all the unimportant bits?

I could tell you that Bowman Wright, forged the first Golden Snitch in Godric's Hollow, but where is that? Not a clue. I could tell you it was written by Bathilda Bagshot, but as for anything useful to me that she wrote within the book, I came up blank.

Any information I found on it was about how it was a historical location and how it was truly a sight to see but never where it was. And it's not like I could just ask around, I'd be in Azkaban before I could get there.

I tried apparating to it, but that was rather difficult for me seeing as I had nothing to visualise and that made me uncertain of my ability, I thought it best to avoid any apparition without concrete proof that I knew where I was going, what good would I be to the others if I showed up to Godric's Hollow missing half a torso or something.

Besides that, there were the numerous other concerns I had to deal with as I travelled the country as a wanted criminal. The biggest issue I faced sounded simple, but it was definitely harder than it sounded, not only did I have to find Godric's Hollow and get there in one piece, but I had to do it without leading a trail straight to me.

Maybe I was being too paranoid but I didn't want to just walk up to a random wizard or witch on the street and asked them if they knew how to get to Godric's Hollow, I thought that might arouse some suspicion.

Do you know how hard it is to travel across the country when everyone in it knows your face and could grass you up to the Ministry, who could then swarm you in minutes? The answer is. Very.

I don't know how Sirius managed it so long. I was half tempted to hand myself in so I wouldn't have to keep scavenging for food and information and looking over my shoulder expecting to be attacked every other minute.