Shooting Star (Harry Potter x reader) [Years 1-4]

|Slytherins new Seeker| •Year 2•

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3rd Person POV

The next day, Y/n and the rest of the Griffindors were sitting at the Great hall. The four long house tables were loaded with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon

Harry and Y/n sat together while Ron sat down in front of them, next to Hermione, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug

"Mail's due any minute - I think Gran's sending a few things I forgot", Neville suddenly said

"You think your mum already found out?", Y/n asked Ron

Just when she had asked that, there was
a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the
chattering crowd. A big, lumpy package bounced off Neville's head and, a second later, something large and gray fell into Hermione's jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers

"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet

Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak

"Oh, no-" Ron gasped

"It's all right, he's still alive,", said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger

"It's not that - it's that", Ron was pointing at the red envelope

It looked quite ordinary to Harry and Y/n, but Ron and Neville were both looking at it as though they expected it to explode

"What's the matter?" said Harry

"She's - she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly

"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a timid whisper, "It'll be worse if you don't. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and-", he gulped, "it was horrible"

Harry looked from their petrified faces to the red envelope

"What's a Howler?" he said

But Ron's whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners.

"Open it," Neville urged. "It'll all be over in a few minutes-"

Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol's beak, and slit it open. Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears. A split second later, they all knew why he was so scared to open it

"STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE"

Mrs. Weasleys yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his forehead could be seen

"WHEN THE LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE ARRIVED LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU, Y/N AND HARRY COULD ALL HAVE DIED!"

Y/n felt a shiver when she heard her name. But of course, Mrs. Weasley wasn't blaming her nor Harry. Still, she tried to ignore the  voice that was making her eardrums throb

"-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME!"

A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes

Nobody said anything, they all just sat in silence