Butterflies (Harry Potter x reader)

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As Hermione, Ron, and I were waiting for any news, Hermione started speaking to me.

"You know, I am really greatful you came to help us Y/n."

"Really? Why? I-I hardly did anything."

"So? You were there for moral support. And the point is, you were a good enough friend to go on this adventure with us, instead of telling on us, or abandoning us. And you know, Ron would probably be dead if you hadn't helped me in time to figure out how to get the Devil's Snare away from him." 

"Well thanks, and by the way, you totally would've figured that out on your own, you're very smart." I commented.

"Well yeah, but not in time to save Ron that's for sure."

We both chuckled, despite us both clearly remembering how terrifying it was down there, and being nervous at whether or not Harry is still alive, and got the stone from Snape yet.

"Poor Harry, he must be so frightened." I remarked.

"Harry is very brave, and resourceful." Hermione commented.

"Yeah, you're right, but I'm still worried."

"...Me too" she replied.

"Me three," We heard Ron say.

What seemed like hours (and probably was) we finally heard from Madame Pomfrey that we were allowed to go into the Hospital Wing.

(This part is more on the book. Although I don't remember everything they say so some of it will obviously be different)

All three of us rushed in and found Harry in a bed.

A HUGE wave of relief washed over me knowing he was safe.

"HARRY!" We all chorused.

"Guys!" he said back.

"Oh thank Merlin you're alright! We were all SO worried about you,"I said.

Ron and Hermione agreed.

I noticed some scratches on his face, but decided not to bring it up.

"Say Harry, we've heard a bunch of stories about what happened, particularly from Fred and George, but tell us, what really happened?"

Hermione and I widen our eyes and stare at Harry, waiting for him to tell us the story.

He told us about how it wasn't Snape trying to steal the stone, it was Professor Quirrell, same with the jinxing on Harry's broom, apparently Quirrell had been jinxing it, but when Hermione was trying to get to Snape, she bumped into him and broke the spell, while Snape was counteracting the spell. Quirrell apparently wanted the stone for his master, You-Know-Who (although Harry didn't seem scared to say his name), who was apart of him on the back of his head.

Naturally all three of us were very shocked.

Overall though, we were happy Harry was alive and ok. Even though Voldemort got away, with our new closer than ever friendship from the adventures we shared, we knew we would find a way to stop him.

Later, it was time for the end of the year feast.

Ron, Hermione, and I were in a corridor talking, when Harry came over with a bandaged arm.

"Alright there Ron?" Harry asks.

"Alright. You?"

Harry shrugs. "All right Hermione?"

"Never better" she smiles. "Alright Y/n?"

I smiled. "Amazing,"

We then enter the Great Hall.