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

Poor Duddykins

The next morning, I woke up to the thunderous noise of my father getting ready for work. Most mornings, I questioned whether I lived with a bloody elephant.

Trying to shuffle away from the disturbance, I found myself met with a heavy arm holding me in place. It took me a moment to remember that Harry was in my bed.

Unfazed by the noise, Harry slept soundly as I shifted around, attempting to find a more comfortable position. His breathing softly hitting the side of my face. I tried to focus on the sound of that, but it was no use.

Eventually, I gave up and turned my body around, burying my face into his chest in a futile attempt to block out the racket.

With a groan and tinge of resentment, I moved out of Harry's arms to sit up. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the boy laying in my bed.

I take a moment to just watch him, taking in the sight of his broad shoulders, his cheeks that are rosy in his sleep state, and the way his hair is even more ruffled than usual by the bedcovers.

His eyelashes were long and thick, and his lips were parted slightly, letting me see his even, white teeth. It's so rare to see Harry this vulnerable and open.

With a tired yawn, I slipped on my slippers and made my way over to the door, intending to shut out the noise from the room down the hall. Just as I reached for the handle, my father's voice greeted me.

"Oh great! You're up! Morning, would you mind passing me the paper?"

I blinked in confusion at his unexpected warmth, confirming that my mother had given him a particularly harsh scolding the night before.

"Uh... Morning Dad... where is it?"

"Downstairs."

"Downstairs?" I whined, already longing to return to the peace and warmth of my bed.

With another sigh, and muttering in annoyance to myself, I walked downstairs and to the front door. I swung it open: no paper.

"Over here, dear!" my mother called from the kitchen. I walked over to her and saw the paper on the counter... along with the rest of the week's.

"We should really be keeping them all! All very helpful yes. Very very helpful..." my mother said.

I looked at the Daily Prophet on the top of the pile:

'PROTECTING YOUR HOME AND FAMILY AGAINST DARK ARTS: A GUIDE'

I nodded my head at my mother's comment, and continue looking through the pile for today's.

'HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE?'

Was plastered on the paper from two days ago. My eyes fixated on this one.

"Oh yes, I meant to ask you about that one... Has he seen it?" my mother asked.

I did not reply. I sat down on the chair at the island counter and started reading:

'Rumours continue to fly about the mysterious recent disturbance at the Ministry of Magic, during which He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was sighted once more.