𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 4 ☆•°~'* 13

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The door of the office opened and Y/N and Harry stepped inside.

'Hello, Potter, L/N,' said Moody, his magical eye resting on Y/N.

Cornelius Fudge was standing beside Dumbledore's desk, twirling his lime-green bowler hat. 

'Harry!' he said jovially. 'How are you?'

'Fine,' Harry lied. 

Y/N looked around Dumbledore's office. She had only been inside it once before in her second year, after helping Ron and Harry rescue Ginny from the Basilisk. Yet it looked almost the same as it did before, except for the addition of a few more silver instruments. 

'We were just talking about the night when Mr Crouch turned up in the grounds,' said Fudge. 'It was you who find him, was it not?'

'Yes,' said Harry, 'and Y/N,' he gestured towards her. 'We didn't see Madame Maxime anywhere, though.'

Dumbledore smiled at Harry behind Fudge's back, his eyes twinkling.

'Yes, well,' said Fudge, looking embarrassed, 'we're about to go for a short walk in the grounds, Harry, if you'll excuse us... perhaps if you two just go back to your class-'

'I wanted to talk to you, Professor,' Harry said quickly, turning to Dumbledore. 

'Wait for me, Harry,' said Dumbledore, then he turned to Y/N. 'You should stay with him, too, Y/N. Our examination of the grounds won't take long.'

They left the office in silence past Y/N and Harry. Moody's eyes locked with Y/N's for a second before he closed the door behind him, clunking down the spiral staircase. Y/N wondered why he kept staring at her so much. Perhaps it was her imagination, but she could've sworn his blue eye was following her around more than usual.

'Hello, Fawkes,' said Harry's voice, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. She looked up to see him petting Dumbledore's majestic phoenix. 

Y/N approached the phoenix as well. Fawkes turned one eye on her and watched cautiously. When Y/N extended her hand to pet him, the phoenix bumped his beak on her hand several times before letting out a soft squawk. 

This sound resonated deeply within Y/N. Shivers ran up her arm and she felt slightly lightheaded, but then a moment later, she was back to feeling normal. Ignoring this strange occurrence, Y/N pet Fawkes's warm head and down his long, bright red-and-gold plumage.

'He likes you,' Harry said with a small smile. 

He sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledore's desk, and Y/N took a seat in the second one. They sat in silence for a few moments, just watching the portraits of the other Headmasters and mistresses snoozing in their frames. Harry kept running his fingers over his scar.

'Does it still hurt?' Y/N asked him.

'No,' said Harry truthfully. 'It was hurting a while ago, though...'

'What is it that you saw, Harry?' said Y/N.

Harry didn't answer for a moment, recollecting his memories of the dream - or vision, or whatever it was. Then he said, 'I was on the back of an eagle owl, flying towards a house - the same one I dreamt of in the summer - and there was Voldemort - I still couldn't see him, I could only see the back of his chair... it was more like... like it was from his point of view... and the owl had delivered a message to Voldemort, saying someone had died. Wormtail was there, too, and Voldemort told him his blunder had been repaired... Then Voldemort used the- the Cruciatus Curse on Wormtail, my scar burned and I woke up...'