Heir of Merlin | Harry x Reader

To Death or Something Else

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First Person POV - Y/n

We spent the next morning putting up Christmas decorations with everyone else.

I could not remember Sirius ever being in such a good mood with company over Christmas, he was ecstatic.

When I woke up Christmas morning, I could hear Sirius's singing echoing up through the house and it didn't stop until the portrait started screaming again.

I heard people yelling for me to come down while the doorbell rang but I was in the middle of a very intense make out session with Harry. It was Christmas morning and he and I were both in the festive spirit after getting ready.

And safe to say my priorities laid here and not with some shabby painting that wouldn't shut up. That was a later problem.

"They're calling you," whispered Harry before he kissed my lips and then my neck and then lips again.

"And I don't care," I said in between kisses. "So what's my Christmas gift?"

"You'll find out," said Harry before he connected our lips. "So when do we tell everyone?"

"I don't know. Having a secret relationship is kind of fun," I said smiling. "You're all mine and I don't really care if people know."

"Well, I don't care either," said Harry, "As long as I have you."

"So just to us then?" I asked and he smiled.

"Just for us."

"Y/n, are you awake yet?!" yelled a voice on the other side of my door.

I grabbed Harry and appeared us in a different room in the hallway. I walked out and towards Dayton standing outside my room.

"I'm right here," I said smiling.

"Good, go shut our grandma up," said Dayton before he walked away.

Harry walked out of the other room and we sighed before we walked downstairs. Honestly, one day I was just going to throw the painting onto the streets. Maybe it was a safety or occupational hazard but I frankly did not care.

As long as she was out of this place and out of our lives.

I arrived at the last flight of stairs to my lack of shock at my grandmother yelling her usual curses against our house occupants.

"Filthy besmirched-"

"Honestly, try upgrading your vocabulary deck Grandma," I said and she stopped mid sentence. "Some new words perhaps. Maybe less obnoxious ones."

"You dare criticize your grandsire, you spoiled besmirched-"

She stopped suddenly as I mentally cast the sleep charm and she fell asleep. It was a peaceful quiet now and I was relieved.

"Why do you argue with her?" asked Harry. "I mean truly what's the point?"

"Faith?"

"Faith for what?!"

"That she'll change," I reasoned, "One day where she uses something besides besmirched. She loves that stupid word."

"The day she goes without besmirched is the day all hell breaks loose," reasoned Harry and I just shoved him to the side.

After that, we walked upstairs to the room filled with stacks of presents.

"Good haul this year," said Ron who was already there, "Thanks for the Broom Compass, it's excellent, beats Hermione's-she's got me a homework planner-"