The Lost One: Harry Potter x Fem!reader

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'I'll bet you wish you hadn't given up Divination now, don't you, Hermione?' asked Parvati, smirking.

It was breakfast time, two days after the sacking of Professor Trelawney, and Parvati was curling her eyelashes around her wand and examining the effect in the back of her spoon. They were to have their first lesson with Firenze that morning.

'Not really,' said Hermione indifferently, who was reading the Daily Prophet. 'I've never really liked horses.'

She turned a page of the newspaper and scanned its columns.

'He's not a horse, he's a centaur!' said Lavender, sounding shocked.

'A gorgeous centaur ...' sighed Parvati.

'Are you seriously simping for a horse man?' Y/n said, looking at the girl questionably. 'You do you, girl, but . . .'

'Y/n,' sighed Hermione.

'I mean, that horse does have a long di–'

'Either way, he's still got four legs,' said Hermione coolly, cutting Y/n off. 'Anyway, I
thought you two were all upset that Trelawney had gone?'

'We are!' Lavender assured her. 'We went up to her office to see her; we took her some daffodils – not the honking ones that Sprout's got, nice ones.'

Y/n raised an eyebrow, about to give another snarky comment, but Harry placed his hand above hers, telling her to stay silent.

She was about to open her mouth, but he cut her off.

'How is she?' asked Harry, his hand still on top of Y/n's, making her a bit awkward.

'Not very good, poor thing,' said Lavender sympathetically. 'She was crying and saying she'd rather leave the castle for ever than stay here where Umbridge is, and I don't blame her, Umbridge was horrible to her, wasn't she?'

'Umbridge is horrible to everyone,' Y/n said grimacing and pulled her hand away from Harry's who just now realized his hand was still on top of hers. He started to mess with his hair and gave her a smile.

'I've got a feeling Umbridge has only just started being horrible,' said Hermione darkly.

'Impossible,' said Ron, who was tucking into a large plate of eggs and bacon. 'She can't get any worse than she's been already.'

'You mark my words, she's going to want revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her,' said Hermione, closing the newspaper. 'Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze.'

After breakfast Hermione departed for her Arithmancy class as Harry, Y/n and Ron followed Parvati and Lavender into the Entrance Hall, heading for Divination.

'Aren't we going up to North Tower?' asked Ron, looking puzzled, as Parvati bypassed the marble staircase.

Parvati looked at him scornfully over her shoulder.

'How d'you expect Firenze to climb that ladder? We're in classroom eleven now, it was on the noticeboard yesterday.'

'Can you stop being that arrogant for once,' Y/n sighed, but still gave her a half smile.

Classroom eleven was on the ground floor along the corridor leading off the Entrance Hall from the opposite side to the Great Hall.

Harry knew it was one of those classrooms that were never used regularly, and therefore had the slightly neglected feeling of a cupboard or storeroom. When he entered it right behind Ron, and found himself in the middle of a forest clearing, he was therefore momentarily stunned.