Harry Potter Male Reader Insert - Book 3

Chapter 14.

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This then would be a visit again. Rose the steam from the cup and evaporated. Again, the only clientele were Y/N and Hermione in the teashop. Again, the day was surely ending and they would have to return to the castle soon. They were talking with Adelaide again and she seemed to not remember their last meeting as if she were merely some useless ghost. Why was it that she didn't remember. Hermione asked Y/N not to bother coming here but he insisted, and she could not decline, so they arrived and sat on the hardwood either way. The teas were black and black, light and strong, with herbs and ginger. The floor wasn't swept. Ash and dust everywhere. Like in an abandoned for an old time house. Outside lamps carried inside lightness. Here there was a grave atmosphere like at a funeral yet no one underground was buried.

They'd quit only after the daylight had burned and the only subject important brought up was that Vierte was her husband before he'd died. Yet she said she felt him return. But there hadn't been a way to revive a ghost so the old woman must have been mistaken.

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Harry had been euphoric for at least a week. And the weather seemed as if it were in almost exact congruence with his mood, the days cloudless and the sunny waves graced and bounced off the castle's stone walls. Thus then everyone would feel uplifted. They would be walking about the crowded and green grounds and sitting in grass with something cool and refreshing to drink and playing games of cards or anything else. The giant squid would lay moveless and large on the surface of the dark lake. The castle would stand, old and constant above them.

Yet there was no time for that. Exams nearly upon them did force them to stay indoors with books and quills and their brains working at constant diligence as if they were expected to be some cold and calculating machines. All that while the warmth immigrated inside through the open windows. Even Fred and George Weasley were working, just now the reality of exams had settled in. They were about to take their Ordinary Wizarding Levels. Percy was preparing to take his N.E.W.T.s, the highest qualification Hogwarts Offered. He needed top grades because he hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic. He was becoming increasingly edgy and severely punished anybody who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the warm evenings. Nobody seemed to care much about that, and you'd think they would be fearing the punishments. But punishments were never enough. For the punishment normally doesn't matter much unless it is needlessly inconvenient and timeconsuming in a larger capacity.

Because of exams Hermione would be anxious even more. Harry and Ron expected her to. About that Y/N did think and took care of her mind while she opened her head for spells or charms or texts to come in. Stress became diminished with their every necessary conferment.

He would say: "You are going to pass either way." He'd often touch her hands while saying that. Her hands holding some books.

"It's not about passing," she would reply, and lift his hands off hers hesitantly. "It's about passing well."

"Do you need that."

"I do."

"You'll pass well either way."

"I don't know."

"I do. You are effortlessly smart."

"Thanks."

"Let's go outside and do something fun."

"When I finish this chapter."

"Okay. But we can go outside now and we will turn the time and go back to whatever."

"We can't use time recklessly."

"We can't? Why? Who said that?"

"No. Forbidden. The Ministry."