Infinite Magic (Male Reader x Harry Potter)

Expecto Patronum

We knew that Hermione had meant well, but that didn't stop Harry from being angry with her.  I couldn't really blame him.  He had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours, and now, because of her interference, he didn't know whether he would ever see it again.  I was positive that there was nothing wrong with the Firebolt now, but what sort of state would it be in once it had been subjected to all sorts of anti-jinx tests?  Ron was furious with Hermione too.  As far as he was concerned, the stripping down of a brand new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage.  Even Ava thought she'd overstepped her boundaries.  Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room.  We figured she had taken refuge in the library, and didn't try to persuade her to come back.  All in all, we were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again.  Classes started again the next day.  The last thing anyone felt like doing was spending two hours on the grounds on a cold January morning, but Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamanders for our enjoyment, and we spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flaming lizards scampered up and down the crumbling, white hot logs.  The first Divination lesson of the new term was much less fun.  Professor Trelawney was now teaching us palmistry, and she lost no time in informing Harry that he had the shortest life line she had ever seen.  It was Defense Against the Dark Arts that we were most excited for.  After class, Harry and I went over to my uncle to ask when we could meet with him.

Lupin: Ah yes.  Let me see... how about eight o'clock on Thursday evening?  The History of Magic classroom should be large enough... I'll have to think carefully about how we're going to do this.  We can't bring a real dementor into the castle to practice on...

We thanked him and walked down the corridor, heading to dinner.

Ava: He still looks ill, doesn't he?

Ron: For sure.  What d'you reckon's the matter with him?

There was a loud and impatient tut from behind us.  It was Hermione, who had been sitting at the feet of a suit of armor, repacking her bag, which was so full of books it wouldn't close.

Ron: And what are you tutting at us for?

Hermione: Nothing.

Ron: Yes, you were.  I said I wonder what's wrong with Lupin, and you-

Hermione: Well, isn't it obvious?

Ron: If you don't want to tell us, don't!

Hermione: Fine!

She marched off.

Ron: She doesn't know, she's just trying to get us to talk to her again.

YN: Nope, she definitely knows.  And she's right, it is kinda obvious.

It was a quarter past nine as I hurried to the classroom where Uncle Remus was teaching Harry to fight dementors.  I had gotten caught up studying with Ava and lost track of time.  I burst through the doors to see Harry sitting on the floor, holding his head.

Lupin: You heard James?

Harry: Yeah... why, you didn't know my dad, did you?

Lupin: I did, as a matter of fact.  We were friends at Hogwarts.  Listen, Harry, perhaps we should leave it here for tonight.  This charm is ridiculously advanced.  I shouldn't have suggested putting you through this...

Harry: No!  I'll have one more go!  I'm not thinking of happy enough things, that's what it is... hang on...

YN: It's not enough just to think happy thoughts, Harry.  You need to draw out a memory of something that makes you happy.  For me, it would be...