The Grandson of Grindelwald || Harry Potter x Male Reader (On Hold)

Harry Potter And The Chamber of Secrets, Chapter 8

Hogwarts

(A heavy snow falls. Harry sits atop one of the towering hills facing Hogwarts. Hedwig sits beside him)

Harry: Who am I, Hedwig? What am I?

Library

(Harry, Hermione, Ron and Y/n study. Harry, burdened by dark thoughts. Y/n looks up at Ron. He smiles at Y/n, then, seconds later, Hermione does the same-- something forced about it all. Starting to get annoyed, Y/n gathers his books, gets up from the table.

As Y/n walks, students glance up, meet his gaze, then look away. Even Madam Pince eyes him from her desk. Ginny Weasley, tired and pale, scribbles furiously in a small black book. Y/n exits, walks into the hallway and pauses. From inside a room, the voices of a group of Hufflepuffs can be heard)

Ernie: So, anyway, I told Justin to hide up in our dormitory. I mean to say, if Grave's marked him down as his next victim, it's best he keep a low profile for a while.

Hannah: But why would he want to attack Justin?

Ernie: Justin let it slip to Graves that he was Muggle-born.

Hannah: And you definitely think Grave's the Heir of Slytherin?

Ernie: Hannah, he's a Parselmouth. Everyone knows that's the mark of a dark wizard. Have you ever heard of a decent one who could talk to snakes? They called Slytherin himself Serpent-tongue.

(He whispers darkly)

Ernie: Remember what was written on the wall: "Enemies of the Heir Beware." Graves had some sort of run-in with Filch. Next thing we know, Filch's cat's attacked. That first-year Creevey's been annoying Graves. Then Creevey's attacked.

Hannah: He always seems so nice, though. He's always helped people with spells, homeworks and other school work.

Ernie: That's what he wan't us to think. He wants to make us believe that he's a kind, helpful guy but deep inside he's a dark wizard. Who knows if in the future he'll be the next Dark Lord that buts You Know Who into shame.

(Y/n doesn't need to hear anymore. He slips quietly away)

Corridor

(Muttering, Y/n storms straight into Hagrid, who stands covered in snow, a dead rooster dangling from his hand)

Hagrid: All righ', Y/n?

Y/n: Hagrid... what're you doing here?

(Hagrid holds up the dead rooster)

Hagrid: Second one killed this term. Reckon it's either foxes or a Blood-Suckin' Bugbear. Need Dumbledore's permission ter put a charm round the hen-coop. Yeh sure yeh're all righ', Y/n? Yeh look all hot an' bothered. 

Y/n: It's nothing Hagrid. I'd better get going. I've got a lot of studying...

-----Time Skip-----

(Y/n enters, slows. Up ahead, in the light of a flickering torch, something dark lies. A windowpane rattles in the wind and the torch... goes out. Y/n steps closer, finds... Justin-Finch-Fletchley. Lying rigid on the floor, a look of shock on his frozen face.

Nearby, an inert Nearly Headless Nick floats, body teeming with black smoke. Kneeling, Y/n notices a trail of spiders scuttling away from Justin's body and out the loose window pane... when suddenly... Y/n senses someone watching him, he turns around and sees McGonagall)

Y/n: Professor, I swear I didn't--

McGonagall: This is out of my hands, Graves. Mr. Filch, will you take care of this, please?