𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 4 ☆•°~'* 01

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Y/N walked down the street to her usual summer haunt, the park in Magnolia Crescent, Little Whinging. It was halfway between hers and Harry's house. She had promised to see him a few days after the end of the previous school year, but her parents had planned a surprise outing. They had gone to France and spent a month there, then traveled to Switzerland for another couple of weeks, enjoying a stay in a nice little cottage in the Alps. 

All in all, Y/N hadn't had time to meet Harry, only sending letters to him telling him about her trips and asking how he was doing. 

The park was empty, parents would usually not let their children play there. It was vandalised almost everywhere, the metal slides were rusting and the swings creaked loudly when a gust of wind blew by. 

Y/N sat on a bench and pulled out a few books from her bag. She never understood why her Hogwarts Professors would give them homework to do during the holidays. She huffed disapprovingly and grabbed spare parchment and her self-inking quill. 

Name the properties and uses of a Wiggenweld Potion, and explain the proper way to brew it.

She began scribbling quickly on the parchment, laying it atop her Transfiguration book, glancing occasionally at her Potions book to check the name of some ingredients, and the time required for brewing.

Y/N was so focused on her work that she wasn't completely aware of her surroundings. She was about to flip a page when her book was snatched aggressively from behind her, leaving a paper cut on her thumb.

'Hey-!'

She looked around to see a tall, thin boy with flat brown hair, and a nasty grin spread on his pale face. It was the same boy that had tormented her three years ago, the same one she had accidentally thrown ten feet into the air. 

'Potions?' he sneered, reading the front cover of the book. 'You know magic isn't real, right?'

Y/N got up quickly and went around the bench, attempting to snatch her book back. The boy held it out of her reach. He was really tall, about two heads taller, so it was no use.

'Give it back, Mason,' she growled.

'What's the matter? Bit beyond your reach?' he cackled loudly. 

'You weren't so bold three years ago, were you?' sneered Y/N, staring into his putrid face. 'Went crying to mummy, didn't you?'

'Don't you dare bring that up!' snarled Mason. 'Lucky shot-'

'Really?' said Y/N, reaching into her pocket. 'Lucky, you say?'

Noticing what Y/N was doing, and thinking she was perhaps pulling out a weapon, Mason shoved the girl back forcefully, and she fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her wand fell out of her pocket and rolled into plain sight.

'Shit,' hissed Y/N, reaching for her wand, but Mason was quicker.

'Well, well,' he said, examining Y/N's wand. 'Playing around with sticks, are you?'

'I swear to God, Mason, if you don't give it back-' Y/N got up, reaching for her wand.

'We don't like freaks in our neighbourhood, Y/N,' he spat at her, moving closer to her. 'You and that scarred boy are not welcome.'