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

Harry Potter And The Prisoner of Azkaban, Chapter 3

Leaky Cauldron

(Y/n and Harry trail Tom through the quiet room. The bartender glances up, his gaze lingering perhaps a bit too long. A solitary wizard reads a book while, at his elbow, his coffee cup stirs itself. Tom leads Y/n and Harry upstairs. As Y/n and Harry follow Tom inside, Harry finds Hedwig perched atop a chair)

Harry: Hedwig!

Tom: Right smart bird you've got there, Mr. Potter. Arrived only minutes before yourself.

(A man clears his throat. Y/n and Harry turn and they find a pinstriped silhouette: Cornelius Fudge, at the window, staring at the ghostly shadows beyond. Harry's reflection shivers in the glass, but the man doesn't turn. Tom takes a position against the wall, fishes a pair of walnuts from his pocket and -- Crack -- crushes the shells between his palms)

Fudge: I should tell you, Mr. Potter, earlier this evening your uncle's sister was located just south of Sheffield, circling a chimney stack. The Accidental Magic Reversal Department was dispatched and she's been properly puncturedand her memory modified. She has no recollection of the incident whatsoever.

(Y/n and Harry wait. A man condemned. Then Fudge turns)

Fudge: So that's that, and no harm done. Pea soup?

(Y/n glances warily from the steaming tureen of green to Tom, who works a grimy thumb into his gum, frees a walnuts liver)

Y/n: No thank you.

Harry: Minister... I don't understand. I broke the law. Underage wizards aren't allowed to use magic at home --

Fudge: Oh, come now, Harry. The Ministry doesn't send people to Azkaban for blowing up their aunts! On the other hand... running away like that... given the state of things... very, very irresponsible. Your lucky Mr. Graves was there with you.

Harry: "The state of things" sir?

Fudge: We have a killer on the loose.

Harry: Sirius Black, you mean. But... what's that got to do with me?

(CRACK! Tom shatters another walnut. Fudge smiles nervously)

Fudge: Hm? Oh, nothing. You're safe, that's what matters. Tomorrow you and Mr. Graves will be on your way to Hogwarts. These are your new schoolbooks. I took the liberty of having them brought here for you.

(Y/n and Harry eye the stacks of books. Two are bound by a rope)

Fudge: By the way, Harry. Whilst you're here it would be best if you didn't... wander.

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

(Through the window: the rooftops of London. A train passes and Harry is standing with Hedwig. He turns, eyes his schoolbooks. He studies the growling tome -- The Monster Book of Monsters -- then gives the rope a tug. Instantly...... the book leaps to the floor, pages flying, bookcovers snapping. Harry gives chase, then the book turns, begins nipping viciously at his shoes.

Harry vaults atop the bed, watches the book disappear underneath, then grabs a pillow. Seconds later, the book scuttles into view and Harry pounces -- FLUMPH! The book roars angrily, muffled beneath the pillow. Harry takes the rope, prepares to rebind it. In the hallways a young witch in maid's robes pushes a cart down the hall. Harry exits his room as the witch knocks on a door)

Witch: Housekeeping.

(As she opens the door, she's greeted by a thunderous roar and a rush of wind)

Witch: I'll come back later.

(Y/n exits his room and Harry joins him. Something small and fast dashes by Y/n's feet. Looking, he spies a rather ragged-looking rat: Scabbers, pursued by a orange cat: Crookshanks. As Y/n and Harry move down the stairs, voices come from below)