Third POV
"I take it things went well for Cho and you?" Asked (Y/n) as he drank his recommended potion, glad the taste semmed more tolerable
Harry rubbed the back of his neck where Hermoine and Ron sat in front of him, wanting to hear what had happened
"Well, it was wet, I mean, she was sort of crying," he explained
"That bad?" Questioned Ron jokingly as Hermoine gave him a slight stare
"I'm sure Harry's kissing is well or most satisfactory," stated Hermoine, making the boys slightly giggle
"Cho spends half her time crying these days," she replied
"Thought a bit of snogging would cheer her up," he chuckled as Hermoine scoffed
"Don't you understand how she's feeling? Obviously, she's feeling sad about Cedric and, therefore, feeling confused about liking Harry, guilty about kissing him, conflicted with Umbridge, threatening to sack her mom out her position on top of the Ministry and frightening about her O.W.L's and worrying about everything else" she explained
"One person can feel all of that? Blimey!" said Ron
"That's only because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon," argues Hermoine making the room turn dead silent as (Y/n) started to snicker, causing the others to break laughing aswell enjoying the nice moments they had
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"Speak!"
"Listen!"
"Inform!"
The ringing of the invoice of Voldemort rang throughout (Y/n)s ears, as he got a vision of himself as a baby sleeping soundly with the Voldemort himself standing over him studying the child with a sick grin
"Rise with me child. . . You'll bring me triumph, " he stated coldly as the image morphed into dark hallways that led into a room filled with crystall balls as an image of a snake was tearing apart a man. Arthur Weasley
"(Y/n)!"
(Y/n) awoke from his delirious state as he looked around in a sweat of confusion, as he turned his head, he saw his arm pointed forward with his wand pointed into Harry's head who was also awake
"(Y/n)?"
The (H/c) turned his head to be met with Ron approaching him slowly as the rest of the room of Gryffindor boys were locking eyes with (Y/n) holding a frightened look
"I need you to give me your wand. Can you do that, mate?" Asked Ron as (Y/n) nodded, feeling his throat dry and unable to speak. He shakily hands his wand to Ron, who took it gently as the Weasly Twins went to hold (Y/n) for his safety and their own
"I- I need to see Dumbledore!" Harry exasperated
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Harry was in Dumbledores Office filled with sweat as McGonagall brought them in along with the Weasley Children and (Y/n) explaining to Dumbledore what had occurred a few moments ago
"In the dream where you standing next to the victim, or looking down at them," Dumbledore asked, facing away from Harry
Neither. . . . It was like I- "Professor. Will you please just tell me what is going on?" Harry asked in a desperate tone as Dumbledore walked towards the portraits, ignoring him
"Everard, Arthur's on gaurd duty tonight. Make sure he's found by the right people. " stated Dumbledore as he walked over towards another portrait
"Phineas! You must go to your portrait in Grimmauld Place. Tell them Arthur Weasley is gravely injured and his children will be transported there soon by Portkey. " he stated
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■The Prophecy Of the Wizarding Beast■ (Male Reader)
Fanfiction- Harry Potter x Male Reader x Draco Malfoy - Prophecy's come and go but for (Y/n) who was a new pureblood wizard, he was confused yet excited, but most of all was happy to meet the friends he made along the way. . . But not as much as the dark pas...
