The Son of Mystery - Harry Potter Male Insert

Quidditch Tryouts & A Deadly Attack

As Hermione had predicted, the sixth years' free periods were not the hours of blissful relaxation Ron had anticipated, but times in which to attempt to keep up with the vast amount of homework they were being set. Not only were they studying as though they had exams every day, but the lessons themselves had become more demanding than ever before. Y/N was asking multiple times for McGonagall to explain what she meant in half her lessons. Incredibly, and to Hermione's increasing resentment, Harry's best subject had suddenly become Potions, thanks to the Half-Blood Prince.

Y/N had remained at top level, thanks to also using the book, but he was frustrated as to why he had suddenly dropped off. Maybe Snape was a good Potions teacher after all.

Nonverbal spells were now expected, not only in Defence Against the Dark Arts, but in Charms and Transfiguration too. Y/N frequently looked over at his classmates in the common room or at mealtimes to see them purple in the face and straining as though they had overdosed on U-No-Poo; but he knew that they were really struggling to make spells work without saying incantations aloud. It was a relief to get outside whenever he had a spare minute, once or twice heading back up to the top of the castle through his window to try and clear his head.

One result of their enormous workload and the frantic hours of practicing nonverbal spells was that Harry, Y/N, Ron, and Hermione had so far been unable to find time to go and visit Hagrid. Y/n saw him in lessons of course, but that was hardly easy either anymore. Hagrid had stopped coming to meals at the staff table, an ominous sign, and on the few occasions when they had passed him in the corridors or out in the grounds, he had mysteriously failed to notice them or hear their greetings.

"We've got to go and explain," said Hermione, looking up at Hagrid's huge empty chair at the staff table the following Saturday at breakfast.

"I told you, I explained for you during lessons," Y/N said.

"I know but we have to do it in person!"

"We've got Quidditch tryouts this morning!" said Ron. "And we're supposed to be practicing that Aguamenti Charm from Flitwick! Anyway, explain what? How are we going to tell him we hated his stupid subject?"

"We didn't hate it!" said Hermione.

"Speak for yourself, I haven't forgotten the skrewts," said Ron darkly. "And I'm telling you now, we've had a narrow escape. You didn't hear him going on about his gormless brother — we'd have been teaching Grawp how to tie his shoelaces if we'd stayed."

"He tried that," Y/N snorted. "Went about as well as you could expect."

"See?!" Ron exclaimed.

"I hate not talking to Hagrid," said Hermione, looking upset.

"We'll go down after Quidditch," Harry assured her. "But trials might take all morning, the number of people who have applied.I dunno why the team's this popular all of a sudden."

Y/N laughed, "Are you kidding? It's not just people trying out for the team, Harry. People want to see you!"

"And you!" said Hermione, looking at Y/N. "the both of you have never been more fancyable."

Ron gagged on a large piece of kipper. Hermione spared him one look of disdain before turning back to them.

"Everyone knows you've both been telling the truth now, don't they? The whole Wizarding world has had to admit that you were right about Voldemort being back and that you really have fought him twice in the last two years and escaped both times. And about how Fudge is a raving lunatic and you've got this mystical connection to an Elemental! Can't you see why people are fascinated by the both of you?"