Harry Potter x Reader
In which a young witch struggles with her developing feelings for her best friend
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"I have loved you for years Harry- it's why I drank the poison, its why I pushed you out of the way of...
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Harry and Y/n returned to Gryffindor Tower the following evening. From what Hermione and Ron told them, Dumbledore had spoken to the school that morning at breakfast. He had merely requested that they leave Harry alone, that nobody ask him questions or badger him to tell the story of what had happened in the maze.
Most people, Y/n noticed, were skirting Harry in the corridors, avoiding his eyes. Some whispered behind their hands as he passed. She guessed that many of them had believed Rita Skeeter's article about how disturbed and possibly dangerous he was. Perhaps they were formulating their own theories about how Zetta had died.
Cedric, Maddy and Elowen had all left the school for the rest of the year, Y/n had the option to, but given that she didn't know where she'd go if not Maia's, she stayed at school, she wouldn't see any of the three again until Zetta's funeral. She didn't mind much though; she and Elowen hadn't spoken properly since she'd been kicked out and she was craving solitude now anyways.
Maddy had written to her the day after they left the school, telling her how Cedric had intents to change schools for his seventh year, after the past year's events. Y/n couldn't say she blamed him.
During an unusually quiet Herbology lesson, Professor Dumbledore had pulled Y/n out of class for a chat and didn't return until the last class of the day, the only details she willingly shared with any of her friends was that he wished her condolences for her cousins death, any other details of that strangely long chat she'd withheld from them.
The only person apart from Y/n, Ron and Hermione that Harry felt able to talk to was Hagrid. As there was no longer a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, they had those lessons free. They used the one on Thursday afternoon to go down and visit Hagrid in his cabin. It was a bright and sunny day; Fang bounded out of the open door as they approached, barking and wagging his tail madly.
"Who's that?" called Hagrid, coming to the door. "Harry!"
He strode out to meet them, pulled Harry into a onearmed hug, ruffled his hair, and said, "Good ter see yeh, mate. Good ter see yeh."
They saw two bucket-size cups and saucers on the wooden table in front of the fireplace when they entered Hagrid's cabin.
"Bin havin' a cuppa with Olympe," Hagrid said. "She's jus' left."
"Who?" said Ron curiously.
"Madame Maxime, o' course!" said Hagrid.
"You two made up, have you?" said Ron.
"Dunno what yeh're talkin' about," said Hagrid airily, fetching more cups from the dresser. When he had made tea and offered around a plate of doughy cookies, he leaned back in his chair and surveyed Harry closely through his beetle-black eyes.
"You all righ'?" he said gruffly.
"Yeah," said Harry.
"No, yeh're not," said Hagrid. " 'Course yeh're not. But yeh will be."
