-Mine-( Harry Potter x Reader)

Chapter 11

"We can't make any promises now, can we, babe? But you can make me a drink,"

                                                                    -Taylor Swift-

                                                                       -Delicate-

Y/n's pov.

A week had passed since that conversation in the Potions classroom, and the weight of what we had uncovered still loomed over us. Every day, Harry and I buried ourselves in research, combing through every book we could find, desperately trying to make sense of the pieces we had gathered about Sirius Black and the tragic death of Harry's parents. But the more we uncovered, the more confusing it became. Every piece seemed to raise more questions than it answered, and we couldn't shake the growing sense that we were in over our heads.

"Y/n," Harry said one evening, breaking the silence in the Gryffindor common room. "Do you think we've misunderstood what we overheard? About Sirius and my parents?"

I sat up, surprised by the question. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe we got it wrong," Harry mused, his voice distant as he stared into the fire. "I mean, what if Professor McGonagall wasn't talking about what we thought she was?"

I bit my lip, considering his words. The conversation with McGonagall a week ago had sent a ripple of uncertainty through us. We had overheard her speaking to Professor Flitwick, and the conversation had seemed to suggest that Sirius Black was somehow responsible for the deaths of Harry's parents. But was that really what she meant? Was it possible we had misinterpreted something so important?

I shook my head, frustration building. "I don't know, Harry. It just feels like we're chasing shadows. But if we're wrong about all of this, then what? What if we've misunderstood everything?"

Harry looked at me, his green eyes intense. "We can't ignore it. If we're wrong, then we'll figure it out. But we can't keep pretending that everything is fine. There's something here, Y/n, and we need to find out what it is."

I nodded, but a seed of doubt had been planted in my mind. We needed to be sure, to be absolutely certain. We couldn't jump to conclusions, not with something this serious.

"I think we need to talk to Ron and Hermione," I said slowly. "They've been through a lot with us, and we can't do this alone. If we're wrong, we'll need their support."

Harry hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "You're right. Let's talk to them."

(Time skip)

Later that evening, after dinner, we found Ron and Hermione sitting by the fire in the common room, their heads bent together as they worked on homework. The usual chatter and laughter that filled the room were absent tonight, replaced by a heavy silence. Harry and I took a seat across from them, the tension between us palpable.

"So," I began, looking between Ron and Hermione. "We've been looking into something, and we're not sure if we misunderstood something we overheard. It's about Sirius Black."

Ron raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Sirius Black? What about him?"

"We think he might have been involved in the deaths of Harry's parents," Harry said, his voice low. "But we're not sure. We overheard something that made it sound like McGonagall might know something about it, but... I don't know. Maybe we got it wrong."

Hermione frowned, looking between the two of us with concern. "Are you sure that's what you heard? I mean, McGonagall wouldn't just say something like that without context. There has to be more to it."

I bit my lip, my mind racing. "That's what I thought. But what if we're wrong? What if we've misunderstood everything?"

Ron leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "Look, I don't know about you two, but I don't like jumping to conclusions without all the facts. We've got to be careful. If you're right, and Sirius Black is somehow involved, we need to have a plan. But if we're wrong, we could be putting ourselves in danger."

Harry sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I know. I just... I don't know what to believe anymore. Every time we get closer to the truth, it feels like we're being pulled in different directions."

Hermione looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking up. "Maybe we should hold off on talking to McGonagall, then. At least for now. If we've misunderstood what we overheard, we don't want to go off half-cocked. Maybe we should wait until we've got more concrete evidence before doing anything."

I agreed with her, but a part of me felt uneasy. The truth was out there, and it felt like we were running out of time to uncover it. But Harry's expression made me pause. He looked just as conflicted as I felt, torn between pushing forward and taking a step back.

"You're right," Harry finally said, his voice quiet. "We need to be sure. We'll wait."

The four of us sat in silence for a few moments, each of us lost in our thoughts. The fire crackled softly in the background, the warmth of it doing little to ease the chill that had settled over me. We had made a decision, but the uncertainty still lingered, hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.

Finally, Ron broke the silence with a grin. "Well, while you two are figuring out this mess, Hermione and I will just keep pretending everything's normal, yeah?"

Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at Ron. "You're impossible."

I couldn't help but smile too, despite the weight of the situation. The ease of our friendship was a reminder that, no matter how dark things seemed, we didn't have to face them alone. Together, we would figure this out.

But as I glanced over at Harry, the weight of what we had overheard still pressed heavily on my mind. Maybe we had misunderstood. Maybe we hadn't. Only time would tell.

As the evening wore on, the warmth of the fire and the company of my friends gave me some comfort, but the uncertainty remained, twisting in my gut. Whatever came next, we had to face it together—no matter the cost.

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