𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗹𝘆 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

• Growing Problems •

[Thought ]
[Spell ]
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Some days had gone by, but their situation didn't improve in the slightest.
It actually started going downhill instead.

Harry and Y/N were currently sitting outside, in front of the tent, neither of them saying a word.

Harry was still upset with Y/N for killing Umbridge. He felt like there could've been other ways to deal with the problem, but as always, Y/N had been too impulsive, and had taken matters into his own hands.

Harry wasn't sad about Umbridge's death, but he was worried for Y/N.

He had killed a Ministry Employee, in the Ministry itself, in front of other Ministry Employees, and that was bad.
He didn't want Y/N to go to Azkaban over something like that.

But the reason he was also upset was another one. He had always been by Y/N's side, ever since they were born. He had witnessed firsthand what Y/N was capable of when he was angry or upset.

But things had become even more wild, in the recent years, and he started wondering about the worst case scenario. And he couldn't bear the thought of Y/N becoming another Voldemort.

Harry briefly looked at Y/N, who was staring into nothingness absent mindedly, before focusing back on the Mirror Shard he was holding.

That's when he heard Y/N huff in annoyance, as Ron started fidgeting with the radio for the billionth time.
For some reason, that made Y/N even more angry.

He stared at the Horcrux, deep in thought, when suddenly, he heard a voice in his head.

Voice: You know the spell, Y/N... I know what's going through your mind, Y/N... Once you use it, you'll become addicted... Can't you feel the sense of power? C'mon, Y/N... use it. Get rid of the obstacles...
The voice hissed, and for a brief moment, Y/N tentatively reached for his wand.

Suddenly, Y/N's mind went blank, and he saw Voldemort approaching an old man, who was curled up in a corner, in a dark room.

Voldemort: Tell me. Where did you put it, Gregorovitch? TELL ME!
Voldemort hissed, looking at the man venomously.

Gregorovitch shook his head in fear.
Gregorovitch: I don't know. He stole it. Years ago!
The old man said, his voice trembling in fear.

Voldemort: Avada Kedavra!
He hissed, as a flash of bright green light hit Gregorovitch right in the chest.

Y/N clutched his chest, breathing heavily.
Y/N: What the hell was that?! Did I just peer into his mind?! Wasn't Harry the only one able to do that?!
Y/N thought in a panic.

Hermione, who had just come back, looked at Y/N.
Hermione: Y/N, what happened? Are you okay?
She asked, slightly worried.

Y/N: I saw him.
He said bluntly, catching both her and Harry by surprise.

It had never happened to him before.

Harry: You saw Voldemort?
He asked.
Y/N simply nodded.
Hermione: Y/N, you can't let him in whenever he pleases.
She said, a hint of sternness in her tone.

Y/N huffed in annoyance.
Y/N: Hermione, it's never happened to me before, okay? He caught me off guard. He usually targets Harry's mind, not mine.
He said, rolling his eyes.

Hermione sighed.
Hermione: You're right, sorry. What did you see?
She asked, looking at him.

Y/N: He killed Gregorovitch.
He said bluntly.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise.

Harry: Gregorovitch? The wand maker?
He asked.
Y/N nodded.
Hermione: But why did he kill him?
She asked, raising her brow in confusion.

Y/N: He's after something. Something Gregorovitch used to have, but that was stolen from him.
Y/N explained, as Ron kept forgetting with the radio from inside the tent.

Y/N huffed, getting up, ready to get in and give Ron a piece of his mind.
But Harry and Hermione held him in place.
Harry: Y/N, don't.
He said.

Hermione: Just don't mind him. It comforts him, Y/N.
She said, trying to reason with him.

Y/N huffed in annoyance.
Y/N: It gets on my nerves! What does he expect to hear, huh? Good news, perhaps? What kind of good news can he receive during a damn war?!
He hissed.

Hermione: He just hopes to not hear his family's names among the victims!
She said, glaring at Y/N, who simply rolled his eyes at her.

Y/N: When can he travel again?
He asked impatiently.
Hermione hesitated a little.
Hermione: He's recovering, Y/N. I... I'm doing my best-
She said.

Y/N: When, you're clearly not!
He said.
Harry: That's enough, Y/N! Stop being unreasonable!
He shouted, catching both Hermione and Y/N off guard.

Y/N glared at him.

Harry: Give me the Horcrux.
He said, extending his hand.
Y/N: What are you talking about?
He said.
Harry: It's because of it. How many days have you kept it on?
He said.

Y/N frowned.
Y/N: I don't know. Does it even matter?
He said, clearly annoyed.
Harry: Then give it me, before I rip it off your neck.
He said sternly.

Y/N groaned, and toon the Horcrux off, handing it to Harry.
Y/N's features visibly relaxed.

Hermione: How do you feel?
She asked.
Y/N: Better.
He said.
Harry put the Horcrux on.
Harry: How about we actually try to put it on in turns, hm?
He said, as Y/N smiled sheepishly.

Some days went by.
It was currently night, but things among the quartet weren't going that smoothly.

Ron was growing jealous of Harry and Hermione, day after day, as the two of them seemed to get closer.

Y/N hadn't failed to notice it, though, but he didn't want to further shatter their already strained friendship.

Hermione was currently cutting Harry's hair, and Y/N was watching them absent mindedly.

Then, Hermione suddenly stopped.

Hermione: Oh, my God... Godric Gryffindors' Sword-
She said, pacing back and forth, as Harry frantically touched his hair, just to make sure she hadn't left bald patches somewhere.

Harry: What about it?
He asked, slightly confused.
Hermione: It was made by Goblins!
She said, getting frustrated, since Harry wasn't clearly following her.

Harry frowned in confusion.
Harry: And?
He asked.
Hermione: Are you really that thick, Harry? The sword absorbs only what strengthens it. That means it can actually destroy Horcruxes!
She said.

Harry: So Y/N was right all along!
He said, looking at her.
Y/N scoffed.
Y/N: Of course I was, dumbass.
He said, sarcastically.

Hermione: But there's only one problem-
She said, as the lights suddenly went off, and Ron walked up to the three of them, holding the Deluminator.

Ron: The Sword is nowhere to be found.
He said, as the lights suddenly returned.
They all turned around to look at him, noticing the disgusted expression on his face.

Ron: Yep. I'm still here. But don't mind me, you can continue scheming on your own. I wouldn't want to be a spoilsport.
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