Harry and I follow Hagrid back to The Leaky Cauldron, which, apparently, has accommodation available.
Once we arrive Hagrid tells us to go wait upstairs in our dorm whilst he sends Dumbledore our reply letters.
Harry grins at me. "Race you," he says, running up the stairs.
"Hey! No fair!" I complain as I run after him.
When I reach the top I see Harry sitting on his bed. "I win," he puffs.
"You cheated," I retort.
"Yeah," he admits with smirk.
We laugh and I sit down next to him.
"Hey.. (Y/n)? Earlier today, when we first got here, you told that woman you were Heather McKenzie.. why?" He asks curiously.
I sigh and flop back on the bed. "I don't know.. I saw all of those people going up and grabbing at you.. I guess I didn't want that to happen to me," I explain slowly.
He nods and looks down at me. I grin at him and he blushes slightly before returning my grin with his own.
"Harry?! (Y/n)?! Where are- there yer are!" Hagrid exclaims as he squeezes through the doorway.
"Hello, Hagrid," Harry and I say in unison.
"Would yer like to come an' have some tea now, eh?" He asks.
Harry and I nod. I jump off the bed and bound down the stairs.
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Harry's POV
I watch (Y/n) bound down the stairs with a smile on my face. She's my best, and only, friend. I mean, sure, Hagrid counts but he's not exactly my age, is he?
I have a feeling that (Y/n) is as renowned in the wizarding world as I am.. perhaps I could ask Hagrid about it later? But the thing I really want to know about is this He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named guy. I know that he killed my parents and gave me this scare.. but why? I don't even know the person.
"Potter?! Hurry up! Dinner's getting cold!" (Y/n) shouts, sending my questions to the back of my mind.
I run the rest of the way down the stairs and sit in a chair next to (Y/n) who grins at me and starts eating.
For awhile Hagrid and (Y/n) have a conversation about Hogwarts. I don't seem to interested about it right now because my mind keeps wandering back to what Mr Ollivander said earlier today.
"Are you okay, Harry?" (Y/n) asks, a little concerned.
"Yeah, Harry. Yer seem a li'll quite," Hagrid adds.
"He killed my parents, didn't he? The one who gave me this," I say, slightly gesturing to my scar.
Hagrid inhales and shifts nervously in his chair. "Okay, Harry. First thing yer gotta know is that not all wizards are good, some of 'em go bad. In fact one of 'em went as bad as you can get an' his name was V- V..," Hagrid explains.
"Maybe if you wrote it down?" I suggest hopefully.
"Nah, I can't spell it.. alright. His name was Voldemort," he whispers.
"Voldemort?" (Y/n) and I ask.
"Shhh!" Hagrid shushes us. "It was dark times, Harry, dark times. Voldemort started gatherin' some followers, bringin' 'em over to the dark side. Anyone that stood up to him ended up dead. Yer parents fought him. Nobody survived once he decided to kill 'em. Nobody, not one, 'cept you. You're the boy who lived."
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(Y/n) POV
A few minutes of silence follows Hagrid's words before he gets up and heads off to bed.
I'm halfway to the stairs when I realize Harry's still sitting at the table, staring off into the distance.
I walk over to him and give his shoulder a light shake. "Harry? Common, we've got to go to sleep.. big day tomorrow, right? We're finally going to Hogwarts!" I say quietly.
Harry looks up at me and smiles. "You're right.. race you upstairs?" He asks.
I smirk and run to the stairs. "You're on!" I say as I bound up the stairs.
Soon enough Harry makes it to the bedroom where I am sitting on my bed, victorious.
"I win," I tease.
"One all then," he states.
"One all," I repeat.
I lie down and close my eyes. "Good night, Harry," I whisper into the darkness.
"Goodnight, (Y/n)"
