Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

Cracked Lakes and Fixed Mistakes

(Y/N)'s POV

My first day wearing the locket was not a pleasant one, Hermione had insisted that we didn't use it, but then we got talking and felt like testing a theory. Remembering how Sirius escaped Azkaban was the basis of our plan.

She remembered something about him saying that Dementors finding it much harder to detect the emotions of an animal, so I was wondering if the negative effect that the locket could have on emotions could be counteracted by my Animagus form.

Sirius had explained that it was harder for Dementors to detect or understand animal emotions because they aren't as complex as humans. I was reminded of this subtle difference after encountering Nagini.

I didn't mind being in my Animagus form, it was pretty much how I travelled through the woods or slept out in the cold when I was chasing after the others with the compass. So, I was becoming more used to being in that form.

After I put on the locket I transformed immediately, trying to stop any influence it would have over me before it started. It just felt like an odd sort of collar against my fur, though it was rather difficult not to put pressure on one of my paws as I walked.

Hours passed and I felt the same, not pressured by the locket as Harry and Hermione described it, and I was happy at the success. We now had a safer way to keep the locket close to us.

But it all fell apart that night. The bunk that had been designated to me since my return had still remained unused, I instead slept in the same bed as Hermione, finding that when I was curled up in bed with her, the nightmares that had plagued me all my life never came.

Until I put the locket on, they spilled into me at night. But it wasn't the same, it was worse, so much worse. As my vision came to me in the nightmare, I was being led through a cobbled street that I didn't recognise, at the end of the beaten path was a headstone.

I sighed, recalling my last nightmare and the blood-soaked words that always adorned the stone, expecting the words that were now etched into my hand or some other ominous message.

But the scene shifted, and I was in the graveyard. Not the one I usually saw, the snow covered one in Godric's hollow.

Voldemort's piercing red eyes were upon me and he laughed, but it wasn't in his voice, it was a laugh I was familiar with, one I had heard before, one I hated with the depths of my soul, but before I could decipher whose laugh it was the figure began disappearing into smoke.

The smoke filled the graveyard and twisted around me, as if I were in a whirlpool of some kind, and then, from the smoke arose stone. A cold wind howled and bit straight through me.

All around me where hundreds and hundreds of headstones, each with a different name, each one familiar, each one sickening. They all had one phrase in common "Here lies..."

Some of the ones that stuck with me even as I awoke were "Here lies Luna Lovegood. Died an outcast" "Here lies Neville Longbottom. Died insane like his parents before him" everywhere I moved my eyes another name caught them.

I turned away from the horrific sight only for more to be in front of me. "Mad Eye Moody. Died for nothing" "Nymphadora Tonks. Left her child behind." "Remus Lupin. Died the animal he was"

"Arthur and Molly Weasley. A disgrace to all purebloods." There were seven identical graves all in a row behind them, the first one started with "Ron Weasley" but each one ended the same "Blood traitor."

I tried to scream up toward the skies, I tried to swear that I wouldn't let it happen, but my voice made no noise. As I looked back down at the ground, I found a slightly more ornate stone with some engravings on it, but it had been destroyed, blown apart. "Harry Potter. The false idol that led them to their deaths."