𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗳-𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•Meeting With Dumbledore•

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It was already evening.
Harry and Y/N were sitting inside a pub, near the Tube.

Harry was reading a new issue from the Prophet, being careful enough to mask it using a muggle newspaper, while Y/N was drinking some coffee.

A girl, who worked there, walked to their table. She eyed the newspaper.

Girl: Who's Harry Potter?
She asked.

Harry smiled sheepishly.
Harry: An idiot.
He said.

Y/N: A total idiot.
He added sarcastically, as Harry glared at him.

Y/N looked at them for a little, amused, before getting up, and walking towards the window that faced the platform.

A train suddenly passed, and when it was finally gone, Dumbledore stood there, looking at them.

Y/N turned around, just to see that the girl was gone.

He looked at Harry.
Y/N: Let's go, Lover Boy.
He said teasingly, as they left the bar.

Harry: Idiot.
He muttered, as they reached Dumbledore.

Harry&Y/N: Good evening, Professor.
They both said.

Dumbledore: Good evening, Harry, Y/N.
He said.

Then, he sticked his arm out.
Dumbledore: Now, please, put your hands on my arm.
He said. Y/N and Harry just shrugged, as they did what Dumbledore said.

They were suddenly squished in a single point by a very strong force, unable to breathe properly.

And then, it all stopped, as air finally filled their lungs.

Y/N coughed a few times.
Y/N: W-We've just apparated, didn't we?
He said.

Dumbledore nodded.
Dumbledore: Yes, and you did it perfectly.
He said.

Y/N's eyes fell on Dumbledore's hand.
It was pitch black, as if it was rotten.

Y/N: Professor, your hand!
He said.

Dumbledore chuckled.
Dumbledore: Let's not worry about this, for now. I need your help to find a new teacher. Actually, he has already taught to Hogwarts, in the past. I think you might help me persuade him into returning.
He said.

Harry: I see...
He said.

Dumbledore: Shall we go?
He asked.

The twins nodded.

They walked towards a Mansion.
Dumbledore opened the front gate, and then, the front door.

It was pitch black inside, so they all took their wands out.

Dumbledore, Harry&Y/N: Lumos.
They all whispered, lighting the tip of their wands, and thus making it slightly easier to see through the darkness.

The house was a complete mess.
There were broken things all over the place.
It was as if an hurricane had passed through the structure.

Then, a drop of a red liquid fell on Harry's forehead.

Dumbledore examined it, and turned around.

However, only one thing caught Y/N's attention. It was also the only thing that seemed to be still intact.

It was a big armchair with white and blue stripes.

Dumbledore approached it, and then poked it with his wand, making it let out a loud noise.

Male: Ouch!
It said, making the twins jump in surprise.

Then, the armchair was revealed to be an old man.

Man: How did you figure out it was me?
He asked.

Dumbledore: There's dragon blood drippling from the ceiling, Horace.
He said.

However, the man wasn't paying attention to what he was saying.

He was more interested in Harry and Y/N.

Man: Oho.
He said, looking at them.

Dumbledore: I haven't introduced you yet. Harry, Y/N, this is the one I mentioned before, Professor Horace Slughorn. Horace, well, you know who they are.
He said.

Slughorn: The Potter Twins...
He said, as they shook hands.

Dumbledore looked around once again.
Dumbledore: Looks like someone else's been here.
He said.

Slughorn: The Death Eaters have been trying trying to recruit me for a whole year, now! That's why I don't stay in the same place for more than a week.
He said.

Dumbledore: Interesting.
He said.

Slughorn: The muggle living here have gone on vacation.
He said.

Y/N: They made a bit of a mess, though.
He pointed out.

Dumbledore: How about we put it back in order?
He asked.

Slughorn: Yeah, sounds about right.
He said, as Dumbledore waved his wand.

To the twins surprise, everything started going back to its own place, returning back to its original state.

And even the chandeliers on the ceiling fixed themselves, so now they didn't need the light from their wands anymore.

Y/N smiled.
Y/N: I really love magic.
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