Memories of the Heart || Harry Potter x Reader

Y4 ~ Girl Talk

The Hogwarts Express sped along, its crimson silhouette gleaming in the early afternoon sun as it sliced through the serene, rolling hills of the countryside. Fields of deep green stretched to the horizon, dotted with flashes of wildflowers bending in the breeze. The sky above was a soft, endless blue, marred only by the occasional wisp of cloud.

Inside the train, the warm and heady air was filled with the sounds of excitement and anticipation. Laughter rang down the corridors, punctuated by shouts of reunion as students peeked out of compartment doors, waving to friends and sharing stories from the summer. A trolley rattled down the aisle, stacked with colorful treats that caught the light in glimmers of red and gold.

Inside a compartment toward the middle of the train, Y/N sat with her friends, each absorbed in their own world. Hermione sat by the window, her face partially obscured by a heavy book on magical creatures. She looked up every now and then, her eyes flicking to Harry and Ron as they continued their animated Quidditch debate.

Harry gestured emphatically, trying to make his case about his favorite Chaser, while Ron, a half-eaten Chocolate Frog in his hand, rolled his eyes with an exasperated grin. Their voices drifted in and out of Y/N's awareness, adding a comforting background hum.

But Y/N's attention was divided. In her lap lay a letter, its parchment slightly worn from where her fingers had traced the words over and over again. It was from Moony—a short letter, but one she'd read enough times that she could recite it by heart. She unfolded it once more, letting her eyes drift over the familiar handwriting.

Y/N,

I heard about the trouble at the World Cup. I won't press you to share the details, but please know I was worried when I didn't hear from you right away. I know Arthur and his family have taken good care of you for me, but it would mean a lot to me if you let me know you're safe.

If you need someone to talk to, I'm always here. Write whenever you like, even if it's just to tell me about your classes or something light. Take care of yourself, and remember, you're never truly alone. There are people who care about you more than you may realize.

Love,
Moony

The letter ended simply, but the warmth and worry in Moony's words made Y/N's chest tighten. She could picture him, sitting quietly at his desk, carefully folding the parchment before slipping it into an envelope. He had always been gentle in his own way, never saying too much, but each line was laced with the careful affection that he reserved only for her.

A soft nudge on her shoulder broke her reverie. Hermione was watching her with a gentle, knowing look. "You alright?" she asked, her voice a low murmur that didn't quite draw the boys' attention away from their discussion.

Y/N managed a small smile, folding the letter carefully and tucking it away. "Yeah," she replied, nodding. "Just Moony checking up on me. He heard about the World Cup."

At the mention of Moony, Harry looked over, his interest piqued. "He must be worried. I know Sirius is, too."

YIN nodded, her smile turning wistful. "Yeah, Moony feels like he has to keep an eye on me. I think he feels responsible somehow, even though he doesn't have to."

Hermione reached over and gave Y/N's arm a gentle squeeze. "It's good that he cares so much. I mean, he is your godfather, after all—it makes sense he'd be concerned about your well-being."

Ron, finishing off his Chocolate Frog, nodded in agreement. "Exactly. Though if I'm honest, I'm not sure who worries more about you—Remus or Harry."

Harry's cheeks went pink. "Oi!" he spluttered, glancing quickly at Y/N before looking down, rubbing the back of his neck. "I don't worry that much!"