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

I never thought I'd hate a Weasley

Harry's pov

If it had not been for the DA lessons, I would have been extremely unhappy. I sometimes felt I was living for the hours spent in the Room of Requirement, working hard but thoroughly enjoying myself at the same time, swelling with pride as I looked around at my fellow DA members and saw how far they had come.

Indeed, I sometimes wondered how Umbridge was going to react when all the members of the DA received 'Outstanding' in their Defence Against the Dark Arts O.W.L.s.

We had finally started work on Patronuses, which everybody had been very keen to practise, though, as I kept reminding them, producing a Patronus in the middle of a brightly lit classroom when they were not under threat was very different from producing it when confronted by something like a Dementor.

"Oh, don't be such a killioy," said Cho brightly, watching her silvery swan-shaped Patronus soar around the Room of Requirement during the last lesson before Easter.  "They're so pretty!"

I had probably not said more than 10 words to Cho since Valentine's day. I'd told my friends that I didn't want to lead her on anymore, and I suppose this was my way of doing it. Though, she was not taking the hint.

In regards to the closet incident a couple days back, I knew they were all lying through their teeth, but what I also knew was that Ron would eventually cave.

It didn't feel amazing, but I had my suspicions as to what it was about. I, obviously, had not bought the bullshit house elf rights excuse.

They'd been expecting me to blow a fuse, as I usually did, and when I hadn't, it'd left them even more unnerved than they would've been if I had handled the situation the standard 'Harry' way.

"They're not supposed to be pretty, they re supposed to protec you," I said patiently to Cho, then speak more generally to everyone, "What we really need is a Boggart or something, that's how I learned, I had to conjure a Patronus while the boggart
was pretending to be a Dementor -"

"But that would be really scary!" said Lavender, who was shooting puffs of silver vapour out of the end of her wand. 'And I still -can't- do - it!" she added angrily.

Neville was having trouble, too. His face was screwed up in concentration, but only feeble wisps of silver smoke issued from his wand-tip

"You've got to think of something happy," I reminded him.

"I'm trying," said Neville miserably, who was trying so hard his round face was actually shining with sweat.

"Harry, I think I'm doing it!" yelled Seamus, who had been brought along to his first ever DA meeting by Dean. "Look - ah - it's gone but it was definitely something hairy, Harry!"

Hermione's Patronus, a shining silver otter, was gambolling around her.

'They are sort of nice, aren't they?" she said, looking at it fondly.

"They are." I heard Y/n reply. My head swung around to see her, like Hermione's, already fully formed Patronus, a doe, and felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity. I break off my staring gaze from her.

The door of the Room of Requirement opened, and closed. I looked round to see who had entered, but there did not seem to be anybody there. It was a few moments before I realised that the people close to the door had fallen silent.