Y/n Potter and the Wizarding World

Trapdoors and Two Faces

Y/n's scar was burning once more knowing this he was getting worried knowing Voldemort was this close to getting his full power back and killing him and Harry, the good news was Fluffy was alive and well as the days got hotter with the exams edging closer, they were given anti-cheating quills for their writing exam's which was going to be difficult for Y/n, there were practical exams that he can do since doing magic was almost second nature at this point, professor Flitwick had one but one come into his class and make a pineapple dance across the classroom, McGonagall had them turn a mouse into a snuffbox and points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was but taken away if it had whiskers, Snape made everyone nervous as they tried to remember a forgetfulness potion Y/n thought this exam was worth forgetting along with the stabbing pain in his forehead

Everyone started to notice Y/n holding his head often and Neville thought it was exam nerves while Harry, Ron and Hermione knew differently, Y/n's nightmare was returning every night with the site of the cloaked figure dripping blood this time, maybe it was because they didn't see the creature in the forest or burning scars on their foreheads which made him slightly confused since Harry had the same scar as him but it's never burned with pain and Hermione didn't seem as worried as him, the idea of Voldemort scared them but never had him visiting their dreams unlike Y/n who's had the same nightmare for years but now it's only got worse, Hermione and Ron were so busy with studying they had been forgetting what anyone had been up to, their last exam was History of Magic answering questions about batty old wizards and self stirring cauldrons and they would be free for a whole week until their exam results came out, when professor Binns told them to put down there quills Y/n jumped for joy followed by everyone else shortly after

Hermione: That was far easier than I thought it would be

Y/n: Easy for you to say, your not dealing with a thumping headache while trying to remember who was the first loopy old wizard that invented self stirring cauldrons

Harry looked at his brother worried, to be having those headaches and nightmares he's been wondering how could he be still standing there not wanting to punch anyone who's in front of him

Harry: It's still hurting???

Y/n looks towards the ground gloomy

Y/n: It hasn't stopped.....

They all decide to head towards the trees by the lake and flop underneath one each letting out a sigh of relief, the Weasley twins were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid that was basking in the warm shallows, Ron let out another sigh stretching his arms looking at Y/n who was rubbing his scar

Ron: No more revision, don't need to look so cheerful Y/n, we got another week before finding out

Y/n: I don't care about the results, I just wished that my scar would stop hurting!!!

Hermione: Go to madam Pomfrey

Y/n: I'm not ill, I'm really starting to think my scar is telling me danger is here

Ron: Y/n relax, Hermione is right, nothing is going to happen with Dumbledore around

Harry: Besides Voldemort isn't going to attack directly he's too weak, and Snape is too much of a cowered to get the stone himself

Y/n: I'm telling you Harry it's not Snape

Harry: Then who is it??? Nobody else hates us more than Malfoy

Ron: It's not like he's going to try that again after nearly getting his leg torn off by Fluffy, Hagrid would never let Dumbledore done by telling anyone

Y/n knew that too as he watched an owl fly in the blue sky with a letter clamped in its mouth, Hagrid had been the only one who had sent him letters along with Harry, but there was something that he felt was missing, something that he couldn't put his finger on, that's when it came to him