A/n: Hey, folks, another chapter here, hehe. Please do read right through to the end of this chapter, I'm not kidding, just do it, please. And you know what? We're getting close, like really close. Anyway, please do comment and vote. Thanks so much!
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THIRD PERSON
(Y/n), Harry, and Hermione reached a unanimous decision: lingering in one spot was unwise, though Ron chimed in with the condition that their next stop must include access to a bacon sandwich.
With coordinated efforts, the girls dispelled the enchantments cloaking their campsite, while Harry and Ron erased any trace of their presence on the ground. Then, employing Disapparition, they relocated to the outskirts of a quaint market town.
After setting up camp within a grove and fortifying it with fresh defensive spells, Harry ventured out beneath the Invisibility Cloak in search of sustenance. His plans, however, were thwarted when an eerie chill, descending mist, and sudden darkening of the skies froze him in his tracks.
"But you've conjured a Patronus before!" Ron protested upon Harry's return to the tent, breathless and empty-handed, murmuring about dementors.
"I couldn't... summon one," Harry gasped, clutching his side. "It just wouldn't happen."
The crestfallen expressions of Ron and Hermione compounded Harry's sense of shame, though (Y/n)'s avoidance of eye contact intensified his remorse.
"That must have been harrowing," (Y/n) remarked, recalling their encounter at the Ministry of Magic. "And cold. Here, let me borrow your cloak. I'll attempt to procure food."
"No," Harry interjected firmly. "I can't allow it."
(Y/n) met his gaze.
"But we need provisions, Harry—"
"There's a swarm of dementors out there, even affecting Muggles—there are too many!"
"You think I didn't hear you? I'm perfectly capable of conjuring a Patronus for my own protection—"
"As am I, but I couldn't conjure one," Harry interjected, his tone serious.
Recognizing the futility of argument in Harry's expression, (Y/n) conceded. Frankly, she didn't want to confront the vulnerability and despair the dementors provoked—it felt like an assault on her very soul.
"So we still haven't got any food." Ron grumbled.
"Shut up, Ron," Hermione snapped. "Harry, what happened? Why do you think you couldn't summon your Patronus? You did it perfectly yesterday!"
"I don't know."
Sinking into one of Perkins's worn armchairs, Harry felt increasingly mortified. He feared that something was fundamentally amiss within him. Yesterday felt like a distant memory; today, he might as well have been thirteen again, the lone figure collapsing on the Hogwarts Express.
Ron kicked at a chair leg.
"What's your problem?" he growled at Hermione. "I'm famished! All I've had since bleeding half to death is a couple of toadstools!"
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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 || HJP
Fanfiction!!HAPPY ENDING!! Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley. With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...
