𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 | Harry James Potter x Reader

YR 6 ☆•°~'* 03

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The next morning, Harry was woken by what sounded like cannon-fire as the door burst open. He sat bolt upright, causing Y/N to slide off him and flop limply on the other side of the bed, still sound asleep. 

The curtains were pulled back: the dazzling sunlight seemed to poke Harry in the eyes. Shielding them with one hand, he groped hopelessly for his glasses with the other.

'Wuzzgoinon?'

'Harry, tell them to piss off or I'll poke their eyes out,' mumbled Y/N sleepily.

'They're sleeping together!' said a loud voice, and Harry received a sharp blow to the top of the head.

'Ron, don't hit him!' said a girl's voice reproachfully.

'Ronaldine, you'll be the first victim,' yawned Y/N, pulling the blanket over his head. 

Harry's hand found his glasses and he shoved them on, though the light was so bright he could hardly see anyway. A long, looming shadow quivered in front of him for a moment; he blinked and Ron came into focus, grinning down at him.

'All right?'

'Never been better,' said Harry, rubbing the top of his head and slumping back onto his pillows. 'Why did you hit me?'

''Cause you're sleeping with my little brother-'

'Little?' came Y/N's muffled voice from under the duvet.

'Yeah, well, seven months difference,' said Ron, shrugging. 'When did you get here, Harry? Mum's only just told us!'

'About one o'clock this morning,' said Harry, stroking Y/N's hair, who was still determined to sleep.

'Were the Muggles all right? Did they treat you OK?'

'Same as usual,' said Harry, as Hermione perched herself on the edge of his bed. 'They didn't talk to me much, but I like it better that way. How're you, Hermione?'

'Oh, I'm fine,' said Hermione, who was scrutinising Harry as though he was sickening for something.

He thought he knew what was behind this and, as he had no wish to discuss Sirius's death or any other miserable subject at the moment, he said, 'What's the time? Have we missed breakfast?'

'Don't worry about that, Mum's bringing you up a tray,' said Ron. 'So, what's been going on?'

'Nothing much, I've just been stuck at my aunt and uncle's, haven't I?'

'Come off it!' said Ron. 'You've been off with Dumbledore!'

Y/N stuck his head out from under the blanket, fully awake and looking at Harry. 'I forgot to ask you about that!'

'Too busy snogging?' Ron teased with a smirk.

'Shut up, Weasel,' snapped Y/N. 

'It wasn't that exciting,' said Harry. 'He just wanted me to help him persuade this old teacher to come out of retirement. His name's Horace Slughorn.'

'Oh,' said Ron, looking disappointed. 'We thought-'

Hermione flashed a warning look at Ron and Ron changed tack at top speed.

'-we thought it'd be something like that.'

'You did?' said Harry, amused.

'Yeah... yeah, now Umbridge has left, obviously we need a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, don't we? So, er, what's he like?'