Y/n Potter and the Wizarding World

The Firebolt And Private Lessons

Harry and Y/n didn't have a very clear idea of how they had managed to get back into the Honeydukes cellar, through the tunnel, and into the castle once more. All they knew was that the return trip seemed to take no time at all, and that they hardly noticed what they were doing, because their heads were still pounding with the conversation that the both of them just had.

Why had nobody ever told them?Dumbledore, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Cornelius Fudge... why hadn't anyone ever mentioned the fact that their parents
had died because their best friend had betrayed them? Ron, Hermione and Sarah watched them nervously all through dinner, not daring to talk about it, because Percy was sitting close by them. When they went upstairs to the crowded common room, it was to find Fred and George had set off half a dozen Dungbombs in a fit
of end of term high spirits. Harry, who didn't want Fred and George asking him whether he'd reached Hogsmeade or not, sneaked quietly up to the empty dormitory and headed straight for his bedside cabinet. He pushed his books aside and quickly found what he was looking for, the
leather-bound photo album Hagrid had given him and Y/n two years ago, which was full of wizard pictures of their mother and father. He sat down on his bed, drew the hangings around him, and started turning the pages, searching, until...

He stopped on a picture of their parents wedding day. There was his and Y/n's father waving up at him, beaming, the untidy black hair Harry had inherited standing up in all directions. There was their mother, alight with happiness, arm in arm with their dad. And there ... that must be him.
Their best man... Harry had never given him a thought before. If he hadn't known it was the same person, he would never have guessed it was Black in this old photograph. His face wasn't sunken and waxy,
but handsome, full of laughter. Had he already been working for Voldemort when this picture had been taken? Was he already planning the deaths of the two people next to him? Did he realize he was facing twelve years in Azkaban, twelve years that would make him unrecognizable? But the dementors don't affect him, Harry thought, staring into the
handsome, laughing face. He doesn't have to hear their Mum screaming if they get too close

Harry slammed the album shut, reached over and stuffed it back into his cabinet, took off his coak and glasses and got into bed, making sure the hangings were hiding him from view. The dormitory door opened.

Ron: Harry?

Said Ron's voice uncertainly.But Harry still, pretending to be asleep. He heard Ron leave again, meanwhile Y/n was still in the common room with the others but didn't speak, Hermione and Sarah sat both sides of him just quietly sitting not saying a word, he had no snarky comments to say or even a joke he just reminded quiet, Y/n and Ron left for the dormitory for bed, Y/n rolled over on his back, his eyes wide open.

A hatred such as he had never known before was coursing through himlike poison. He could see Black laughing at him through the darkness, as though somebody had pasted the picture from the album over his eyes. He watched, as though somebody was playing him a piece of film, Sirius Black blasting Peter Pettigrew who resembled Neville Longbottom into a thousand pieces. He could hear though having no idea what Black's voice might sound like a low, excited mutter. It has happened, My Lord...the Potters have made me their Secret-Keeper and then came another voice, laughing shrilly, the same laugh that Y/n heard inside his head whenever the dementors drew near....

Hermione: Y/n, you..... you look terrible.

Y/n hadn't gotten to sleep until daybreak. He had awoken to find the dormitory deserted, dressed, and gone down the spiral staircase to a common room that was completely empty except for Ron and Harry, who each were eating a Peppermint Toad and Ron massaging his stomach, Hermione, who had spread her homework over three tables and Sarah who was sitting in a chair looking over her new prank items