The Night We Met

Eyes Open

"I'd always been told that finals were stressful but I actually found that rather enjoyable," Hermione said the next morning, sounding especially pleased with herself after their Potions exam, "How about you?"

"Speak for yourself Hermione," Ron said in disbelief.

Harry groaned and clutched his forehead in pain.

"You ought to speak to the nurse," Hermione warned, "Tell her when we get there to see Y/n,"

"It's a warning I think," He groaned, still holding his forehead, "Something dangerous is coming,"

Hermione rolled her eyes, she was the non-sceptical sort. the logical ones who'd never believe any meanings or fortellings, despite being a witch.

The group arrived shortly at the hospital wing, Hermione sprinting the fastest she'd ever ran to her friend who sat on the edge of her bed.

"Y/n!" She squealed. Harry and Ron walked behind her with one of them still clutching their forehead in agony.

"Mione!" Y/n embraced her friend, sat on the edge of her bed.

Madam Pomfey stood beside the girl, checking her blood pressure with a magical device. She looked up to see Harry in pain.

"Are you alright dear?" She asked, "You seem to need some painkillers,"

"Paracetamol would do," Harry muttered in a thankful tone. The nurse raised an eyebrow.

"I'll get you something else," She looked down at Y/n, "You're all good to go lovely,"

The nurse walked over to a cabinet with the machine, putting it away and grabbing a potion for Harry.

Y/n sprung up, "What did I miss,"

"Nothing much," Ron answered, chuckling, "Just a frightful potions exam and this one complaining non stop,"

Harry swatted Ron's hand in annoyance.

"Y/n don't you think you should take it slow?" Hermione suggested.

"No," The girl quickly grabbed everything of hers before leaving for her dorm, the others following her, "I'm perfectly fine, don't know why I was kept there for so long,"

"Because you were extremely shocked?" Ron suggested as they climbed the staircase.

"Well I'm not now am I?" She shrugged, "I'm spiffing, it's Harry you need to worry about with his forehead,"

"I'm fine," He grumbled.

"Well you wouldn't be grumbling if you were," She argued, "Balderdash,"

The portrait flung open and they climbed in.

"Be down in a jiffy," She sprinted to her dorm while the three remained in the common room.

"She's right you know," Hermione said to Harry who'd recently stopped clutching his scar after she told him he wasn't fine, "You're in an awfully bad mood right now, plus the constant complaining,"

"It's best if I ignore it," Harry muttered, seeing Y/n come back down the stairs, "Come on,"

"Where are we going?" Y/n asked.

"Hagrid's," Harry replied hastily, "I want to talk to him about what happened last night,"

Time Skip

The quartet rushed down to the hut from the castle, finding Hagrid sat outside, playing the flute.

"Hey Y/n," Harry said as they walked, "Did you ever get to see his face?"