Butterflies (Harry Potter x reader)

Petrified

I had arrived back at Hogwarts after Christmas break.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all told me about how more people were petrified like Mrs. Norris was: Justin Finch-Fletchley and somehow Nearly Headless Nick.

Harry then tells me about the diary he found and how he went into the owner; Tom Riddle's; memories. 

Then he tells me how they used the Polyjuice potion as planned, but learned that Draco was not the Heir of Slytherin.

I just gave them a half "Oh, really?" face and half "Yep" face.

Apparently Hermione wasn't with them because of problems with her potion. She didn't want to talk about it, but Ron whispered to me that who she wanted to turn into, Millicent Bulstrode, apparently owned a cat, which made Hermione turn partially into one.

"I'm so sorry that happened to you Hermione. I'm glad you're better," I said, giving her a half hug.

She still seemed embarrassed, but better.

Harry then tells Hermione and me about how he found out that Hagrid was the one who opened the Chamber of Secrets 50 years ago, which is when the last attacks were, and how old the diary was.

"It was Hagrid. Hagrid opened the Chamber of Secrets fifty years ago," Harry stated.

"Hagrid? That's impossible. He's the kindest person ever, he would never hurt anyone." I said.

"It can't be Hagrid. It just cant be." Hermione protested.

"We don't even know this Tom Riddle. He sounds like a dirty rotten snitch to me." Ron commented.

"The monster killed someone Ron, What would any us of done?" Harry asked.

"Look, Hagrid's our friend. Why don't we just go and ask him about it?" suggested Hermione.

"That'll be a cheerful visit. 'Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?'" Ron says.

"Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talking about me, now would ya?" We hear Hagrid say behind us.

"No!" We all say together, quickly.

After a moment of silence, Harry speaks up. 

"What's that you've got Hagrid?"

"Oh, it's Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent. For the Mandrakes, you know. Now, according to Professor Sprout, they've still got a bit of growing up to do, but once their acne's cleared up, we'll be able to chop 'em up and stew 'em, and then we'll get those people down at the hospital unpetrified. In the meantime, though, you three had best be looking after yourselves, all right?" Hagrid responds.

As he's about to leave, Neville rushes in. "Hello Neville," Hagrid says.

"Harry, I don't know who did it, but you'd better come! C'mon!" Neville says, panicked.

"Neville, are you alright? You look quite pale." I say.

"He's normally like that." Ron states.

I look him up and down before concluding he's not ill. 

"Well you guys better go," I say.

"Don't worry, we'll meet up with you later," Harry says.

"Sorry," Hermione says as they quickly follow Neville.

"See ya Y/n," Hagrid says.

"Bye," I say back.

It can't be Hagrid... right?