Second chances *ੈ✩‧₊˚ (harry potter x reader)

Veritaserum

dinner was, eventful. Harry practically leapt out of his shoes when he saw Sirius, rightfully so though. at the table i kept my head as low down as remaining respectful would allow me.

i felt a pair of eyes, or 'eye' if you will, on me the entire time. it was Moody, of course. he was still skeptical about whether or not i'm a death eater in disguise. it was just in his nature i guess.

i join in with Hermione and Ginny's conversation ever so often, again, just to remain respectful.

there was some bustle between Mrs. Weasley and Sirius about whether or not Harry should be allowed to ask questions regarding the Order.. eventually Sirius wins and Harry is allowed to inquire.

"but we're of age!" Fred and George counter. more discussing follows and concludes with, "fine. Fred and George can stay. the rest of you, bed."

"but Harry will tell us anyway... the second he sees us." Ron counters. Hermione nods in agreement.

"okay, fine. Ginny, y/n. bed."

i was not about to argue with that. i was already standing up when Hermione said, "Harry is going to tell y/n too actually."

i internally sigh.

"wouldn't want a threat knowing all our secrets now would we? i vote bed for her." Mad-Eye comments.

"i agree with Moody." i reply quickly. i raised a few eyebrows from the wizards and my eyes widen slightly as i realise what they grasped from my statement. i was just agreeing with the bed part. "no no no, i don't mean it like tha-"

but before i knew it, Kingsley Shacklebolt and Mad-Eye and stood up and lowered me back into my chair by my shoulders. there was an uproar of disagreement from everyone else. namely Tonks and Harry who had risen from their seats.

"it's just precaution. how convenient was it that she just happened to be at Harry's house the night we were supposed to retrieve him and bring him here?" Mad-Eye says as he pulls out a vial from his cloak.

Veritaserum.

"if she's innocent there won't be a thing to worry about." Kingsley adds in a much gentler tone than Moody's.

Mrs. Weasley sighs and holds Harry back as the two men shove a few drops of the tasteless liquid down my throat. i would've complied regardless but it was the fact that they were being forceful with it. they were holding my arms down to the chair. once i'd swallowed, Mad-Eye screws up the vial again and asks.

"what is your real name."

i glare at him, very unimpressed before i reply, "Y/n Diggory."

that was it. that was the only question they needed to ask to know that i am not a death eater using a polyjuice potion.

their skeptical looks had turned to ones of guilt rather quickly as they dusted my clothing off awkwardly where i was being held and cleared their throats.

"not a threat." Mad-Eye says. "in this sense at least."

i stand up and push past Kingsley to leave the kitchen. nobody came after me because they all wanted to hear Sirius answer Harry's questions, i preferred it this way. i walk up the stairs to the second landing, and walk back into Harry and Ron's room. i kick my shoes off in frustration and was about to get changed when i remembered, i don't even have any bloody clothes here.

i genuinely felt like i was about to lose it, but i couldn't here. not around this many people. so i settle for the alternative to crying, sleeping.

i pull a few blankets out of the cupboard and produce a makeshift bed on the floor beside Harry's bed. i grab a pillow as well and climb in. i pull the blanket up and over my head and shut my eyes, desperate to fall asleep.