Harry Potter. Hermione X Male Reader Story

A Desperate Plea and Buried in Debris

(Y/N)'s POV

"But there's no mention of the words 'Deathly Hallows' in the story," said Hermione. "Well, of course not," said Xenophilius, maddeningly smug.

"That is a children's tale, told to amuse rather than to instruct. Those of us who understand these matters, however, recognise that the ancient story refers to three objects, or Hallows, which, if united, will make the possessor master of Death."

"What does being 'master of death' entail exactly, like immortality?" I asked, suddenly more interested in antique hunting, he waved it off. "Don't be preposterous, such a concept is impossible in any sense-" I expected him to explain more but he paused abruptly.

There was a short silence in which Xenophilius glanced out of the window. Already the sun was low in the sky. "Luna ought to have enough Plimpies soon," he said quietly. "When you say 'master of Death' —" said Ron.

"Master," said Xenophilius, waving an airy hand. "Conqueror. Vanquisher. Whichever term you prefer." "But then . . . do you mean . . ." said Hermione slowly "that you believe these objects — these Hallows — actually exist?"

Xenophilius raised his eyebrows again. "Well, of course." "But" said Hermione, sounding unimpressed, "Mr. Lovegood, how can you possibly believe — ?" "Luna has told me all about you, young lady," said Xenophilius.

"You are, I gather, not unintelligent, but painfully limited. Narrow. Close-minded." "Well. That's a matter of perspective," I defended, she looked to me and pursed her lips. "There's a difference between rationality and close mindedness" He looked to me, still sounding smug, "Is there?"

"Perhaps you ought to try on the hat, Hermione," said Ron, nodding toward the ludicrous headdress. His voice shook with the strain of not laughing. I giggled at the image of her wearing that monstrosity, her helmet hair would be mental.

"Mr. Lovegood," Hermione began again. "We all know that there are such things as Invisibility Cloaks. They are rare, but they exist. But —" "Ah, but the Third Hallow is a true Cloak of Invisibility, Miss Granger!"

"I mean to say, it is not a travelling cloak imbued with a Disillusionment Charm, or carrying a Bedazzling Hex, or else woven from Demiguise hair, which will hide one initially but fade with the years until it turns opaque."

"We are talking about a cloak that really and truly renders the wearer completely invisible, and endures eternally, giving constant and impenetrable concealment, no matter what spells are cast at it. How many cloaks have you ever seen like that, Miss Granger?"

Hermione opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again, looking more confused than ever. "Exactly," said Xenophilius, as if he had defeated us all in reasoned argument. "None of you have ever seen such a thing. The possessor would be immeasurably rich, would he not?"

"Well, he's not wrong" I scoffed as Ron elbowed me to keep me quiet. Mr. Lovegood glanced out of the window again. The sky was now tinged with the faintest trace of pink. "All right," said Hermione, disconcerted.

"Say the Cloak existed . . . what about the stone, Mr. Lovegood? The thing you call the Resurrection Stone?" "What of it?" "Well, how can that be real?" "Prove that it is not," said Xenophilius. Hermione looked outraged.

"But that's — I'm sorry, but that's completely ridiculous! How can I possibly prove it doesn't exist? Do you expect me to get hold of — of all the pebbles in the world and test them? I mean, you could claim that anything's real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody's proved it doesn't exist!"

"Yes, you could," said Xenophilius. "I am glad to see that you are opening your mind a little." "So, the Elder Wand," said Harry quickly, before Hermione could retort, "you think that exists too?" "Oh, well, in that case there is endless evidence," said Xenophilius.