-Mine-( Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 3

"And all I've seen Since eighteen hours ago Is green eyes and freckles and your smile In the back of my mind making me feel like"

                                                                            -Taylor Swift-

                                                                -Everything has changed-

Y/n's POV

Hermione woke me up early the next morning, her voice urgent but excited. "Y/n, come on! Today's going to be amazing!"

I groaned, rolling over and squinting at the sunlight streaming through the curtains. My hair was a tangled mess of curls from sleeping, and my robe felt soft and warm, but I knew I couldn't linger. Third year at Hogwarts—time to make the most of it.

"Have you seen my tie?" I called, already sliding out of bed and rifling through my trunk. My robes, sweater, and socks were laid out neatly from the night before, but the tie was missing. Hermione, already dressed and ready, handed it over without a word. "Here," she said. "Almost ready?"

"Almost..." I mumbled, straightening my tie and checking my reflection in the mirror. A quick brush through my curls and a swipe of lip balm later, I was good to go. Hermione always had a way of keeping me on schedule—I'd probably still be scrambling if it weren't for her.

We joined Harry and Ron and made our way to the Great Hall. The ceiling reflected the gray morning sky, and the hall buzzed with chatter, laughter, and the scrape of chairs. I could feel the faint excitement in the air—the start of a new school year, new lessons, and new challenges.

"Y/n, you look ready for battle," Harry said quietly as we slid into the Gryffindor table. He offered a brief smile, and I gave him one back, my nerves about the day softening just a little.

I noticed Pansy Parkinson sneering across the hall, whispering something to a group of Slytherins. I let it roll off my shoulders—she could try, but she'd never get under my skin.

Ron was staring at my shoes like they were some kind of wizarding puzzle. "How do you walk in those?" he asked. "Hermione, seriously, you too?"

I smirked. "It's a skill, Ron." He didn't understand, but then again, most boys didn't.

Hermione had her schedule open in front of her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Ooh, some new subjects today! This is exciting."

Ron leaned over her shoulder, frowning at the binder. "They've got you down for ten classes a day? And three at nine o'clock? Hermione, even you can't do all this."

I raised an eyebrow. Hermione looked calm, of course, like she'd already figured it all out. "Don't worry, Ron," she said. "I've fixed it with Professor McGonagall."

After breakfast, we headed toward the North Tower for Divination. Hogwarts was as confusing as ever, full of twists, turns, and staircases that moved when they felt like it. We climbed seven winding flights, the echoes of our footsteps bouncing off the stone walls.

"This castle is impossible," Ron huffed, his scarf trailing behind him.

"I think it's this way," I said, pointing down a narrow, empty passage. My boots clicked against the stone floor.

Hermione produced her castle map, confirming our route. "Yes, this is correct," she said, leading the way with confidence.

Finally, we found a trapdoor in the ceiling. A silver ladder shimmered in the dim light. "Here we go," I muttered, starting the climb.

(Time Skip)

The Divination classroom was like nothing I'd ever seen. Dusty, quiet, and full of strange objects—crystal balls, colorful shawls, and candlelight that flickered in uneven patterns. It reminded me of the sort of attic I used to explore at home, when I wanted to hide from the world.

"Welcome, my dears," came a soft, misty voice. Professor Trelawney emerged from behind a curtain, her green robes flowing and her shawls layered like a patchwork quilt. "Sit down, sit down... today we shall peer into the future."

I slid into a chair, exchanging a glance with Hermione. Lavender and Parvati were already sitting up straight, taking every word seriously. I, however, wasn't sure how much to take seriously.

"Reading the future is a gift, granted to very few," Trelawney continued, turning to Neville. "And you, boy... is your grandmother doing well?"

Neville blinked, looking completely bewildered. "Er... yes, I think so?"

Trelawney's gaze shifted to Parvati. "Ah, my dear... beware a red-haired man." I couldn't help but smirk quietly at that, while Parvati's eyes widened in alarm.

"Now," Trelawney said, "today we shall read tea leaves. Pass your cup to your partner and interpret what you see at the bottom."

Hermione and I swapped cups, both trying not to giggle at some of the shapes. My teacup showed a mix of swirling leaves—something that looked like a rabbit, a heart, and a jagged line that I supposed could be a knife.

"Huh," I murmured. "Looks like life's going to be... interesting." Little did I know just how much would change this year.

Hermione's cup showed more abstract shapes, and we whispered back and forth, trying to decipher what each might mean. Then Professor Trelawney gasped softly, pointing at Harry's cup.

"The Grim!" she whispered, voice trembling. "The omen of death!"

I felt a chill run down my spine. My best friend... Harry... had seen the Grim? He'd already been through so much, and now this? I wanted to reach over and squeeze his hand, let him know he wasn't alone.

We left Divination feeling uneasy but intrigued, heading back toward the Great Hall for lunch before Care of Magical Creatures. I couldn't shake the images of Harry's tea leaves from my mind, the shadows of what Trelawney had predicted pressing on me.

"Harry... you haven't seen a big black dog anywhere, have you?" I asked quietly, trying not to let my worry show.

Harry nodded slowly. "Yeah... I saw it the night I left the Dursleys."

Ron's fork clattered to the floor, drawing stares. Hermione barely batted an eye, but I could see the concern flicker in her expression.

"Well, it's strange," I said, brushing off the unease, "but Harry's been through a lot. He's fine."

I glanced at the clock and realized time had slipped by faster than I expected. "We better head to Hagrid's or we're going to be late."

And just like that, we left for Care of Magical Creatures, the castle's corridors twisting around us as the sky outside threatened rain again. The day had only just begun, but I had a feeling it was going to be unforgettable.

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