ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜɪꜱ (ʜᴘ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

Y3 જ⁀➴ Pancakes

I let the bird hop into my room, remembering the no cat rule. Surely, it'd be fine if Enzo was in here for a second, right?

I pull the note out gingerly from Enzo's smooth beak. "Thanks Enz," I mutter, flipping the piece of paper in my hands to find the opening. I'm surprised when I see the red stamp of a Hogwarts letter, and not what I was expecting of a letter from my parents. I fumble with my fingers to open the note, and I recognize Harry's handwriting immediately. 

Hey (Y/N), 

Professor Lupin told me about the Patronus lessons when I bumped into him earlier today as I was in the library.

I hope you don't mind that he and I had our first lesson today. (I assume he feels better now after being sick)

Don't worry Bean, I'm not way ahead, I can't even make a little light emerge out of my wand!

Hm now that I'm reading back on this, I realise that I forgot to give you context on what a Patronus is.

Below that is an entire paragraph of what a Patronus is. Does Haz even know me that well? Of course I know what a Patronus is, I knew since I came across it in year one. But I just sit and laugh at his little explanation filled with spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. 

At the bottom of the note, it reads:

Hope you're having fun with your auntie, Bean.

And there laid a bean drawing, with two wiggly arms and legs sticking out. A little arrow pointed at the doodle, 'you'.

I admire the paper a little longer before shoving it into my pocket when Auntie Zarah knocks and opens the door, announcing:

"Dinner's ready!" And then lowers her voice into a whisper, "I also got us some Costa Coffee! Do not tell your mum about this!" "Why's your window open?"

I didn't even notice that Enzo had left and most likely had started her journey back to Hogwarts.

"Oh! Oh thattt... No, it's nothing, just wanted some fresh breeze."

"It's four degrees Celsius," She said pointedly. 

"Ooeeeh. Yep." I clicked my tongue. 

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After feeling like I just came back from my grandmother's house, (being shoved with food until I'm bloat like crazy) I climb up the staircase and got ready for bed. I offered to help with cleaning up, but my Auntie refused. I unpack a little, taking out my toothbrush, cleansers, and night gown to change into after my bath. I place the letter from Harry into my trunk pouch, so it doesn't get lost in the laundry, and to prevent the events of my Aunt finding it. 

I find a stack of paper in the drawer, and I bring out the fountain pen from Ron. I'll write a note back to Harry later. 

I bathe myself in the foamiest bubbles, enjoying it as it's not like this back in Hogwarts. I finish my night routine and I lean on the headboard of my bed. I feel my head pressing back onto the grooves of the wood. I push myself up, and I walk over to one of the desk cabinet doors that have been left ajar. I creak it open a little more, finding a book.

Well, not just a book, but a diary. An old diary, with a worn cover and yellowed pages, presents a classic, aged appearance. Auntie Zarah must know about this, right? Letting the nosy side of me influence my thoughts, I decide to open the diary. Well, I try to. But it doesn't budge. 

It's most likely useless, I place the diary back into the cabinet, and I get into bed.

Turn of the light switch.

The travelling of the day surely made me quite tired. 

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Day two out of four. It's a short stay, I know. I comb my hair and jog down the stairs for breakfast after making my bed. "Morning." I yawn, noticing Zarah infront of the stove, head faced down with a look of focus in her eyes. She's got a frying pan in her hand, presumably making pancakes.

"Hey - how'd you sleep?" She asks. 

"Good, thanks." I walk over and sit on one of the wooden chairs at the table. "Oh - do you want me to set up the table? Get any drinks?"

"That'd be great, thanks."

I push the chair back and emerge from the table, I find the placemats in the second drawer to the left behind the table. I pull out a couple, and place them facing each other on the burnt - coloured table. I grab napkins, forks and knives, along with two teacups.

"Preference?"

Already knowing what I'm talking about, Auntie Zarah replies with: "Irish Breakfast, I need that burst of energy today."

"Alright," I unnecessarily whisper, as I look through the different teabags my aunt has laid out. I pick out English Breakfast for myself (Being a huge fan), and Irish Breakfast for her. I put the kettle on to boil, and wait until the machine light goes green. I pour the water into two teacups with flower designs, and place matching saucers underneath. I bring it to the table, still steaming hot. 

"Coming through! With two pancakes just ready for you!" "And I, but that wouldn't rhyme, would it?"

I send her a 'really' expression, with a smile coming onto my face. My aunt places the large pancake infront of me, and does the same for herself. She quickly runs to the cabinet and comes back with three 'breakfast condiments' in her hands: Maple Syrup, Chocolate Sauce, and Whipped Cream.

"Woah, thank you so much, Zar, it's amazing." I gratefully say, sending a smile my aunt's way. She chews and swallows. 

"Look, I'm dearly sorry - I have to go into the office today, they apparently need me."

"Oh, no don't worry, it's fine, I can entertain myself with your cats anyways!" I reply. She eats her giant pancake quickly, and pulls out keys from her pockets. Jingles them, once, twice. 

"See you."

She goes into the carpeted hallway which leads to the front door. I hear the lock of the front door close. I clean up. 

Later, I walk into the Living room, it has a small television propped up on a glass table, coasters scattered on it. I find the remote on one of the blue stripped couches, and I turn onto the news channel. Tilly crawls into my lap.

A strong voice comes out of the television, giving updates on recent news, I switch channels until one thing catches my attention. 

"Today, across England, a strange phenomenon is causing concern. Residents from London to Yorkshire, and even into the Highlands of Scotland, are reporting a distinct absence of happiness. It's as though an unseen force is sapping their joy. Authorities are investigating, but so far, no clear explanation has emerged. The nation is on edge as it waits for answers."

One thing pops into my mind. Dementor.

A knock.