𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 - Harry Potter x Fem!Reader¹

1.. THE WORST BIRTHDAY AND DOBBY'S WARNING

Not for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Autumn Avenue. Lucian Hudson had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his niece Y/N's room.

"Third time this week!" he roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"

Y/N tried, yet again, to explain.

"He's feeling cramped," she said. "He's used to flying around outside. If I could just let him out at night ..."

"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Lucian, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. "I know what'll happen if that owl is let out."

He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Eden.

Y/N tried to argue back but her words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Hudsons' son (and Y/N's dreadful cousin), Cameron.

"I want more bacon."

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Eden, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must feed you up while we've got the chance ... I don't like the sound of that school food ..."

"Nonsense, Eden, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Lucian heartily. "Cameron gets enough, don't you, son?"

Cameron, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Y/N.

"Pass the frying pan."

"You"ve forgotten the magic word," said Y/N to herself quietly.

The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Cameron gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs Hudson gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr Hudson jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.

"I meant 'please'!" said Y/N quickly. "I didn't mean -"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered her uncle, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE M-WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"

"I'm s --"

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN CAMERON!" roared Uncle Lucian, pounding the table with his fist.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to --"

"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"

Y/N stared from her purple-faced uncle to her pale aunt, who was trying to heave Cameron to his feet.

"All right," said Y/N, "all right ..."

Uncle Lucian sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Y/N closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.

Ever since Y/N had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Lucian had been treating her like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Y/N wasn't a normal girl. As a matter of fact, she was as not normal as it is possible to be.

Y/N L/N was a witch -- a witch fresh from her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Hudsons were unhappy to have her back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Y/N felt.

She missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomach ache. She missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, her lessons (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the post arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in her four-poster bed in the tower dormitory with the other girls, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin in the grounds next to the Forbidden Forest and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world with its six tall goalposts, four flying balls and fourteen players on broomsticks.