"She's a Potter. It's forbidden."
Harry and (y/n) Potter, the twins who lived are headed to Hogwarts for their first year, and so on. Unfolding the mysteries of Hogwarts and Voldemort, the twins seem to get into more and more trouble every year. It...
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AFTER TRYING TO WARN MCGONAGALL, which no, wasn't successful, and running into Snape, which was rather awkward, the four students decided they would go down the trapdoor tonight. Which was right now. The twins, Ron and Hermione tiptoed their way out of the Gryffindor common room, but was stopped by a loud croaking sound.
"Trevor.." Harry whisper-shouts. "Trevor shh! Go, you shouldn't be here!" Ron whispers, in attempt to shoo the slimy-being away.
"Neither should you. You're sneaking out again, aren't you?" Neville says, coming from behind them. The four turn around. It didn't help that Neville had a small-baby-crush on Y/n. It wasn't a big deal at all. But he knew he had a crush because he seemed to be flustered around her all the time. And it had only gotten worse when she had helped retrieve his remembrall.
"Now, Neville, listen. We were‒" Harry starts but was cut off by Neville himself, "No! I won't let you! You'll get Gryffindor in trouble again! I-I'll fight you." He says, holding up his fists.
"Neville.. please.. this is really important." Y/n pleads. He slowly lowers his fists but seemed to be cut off by Hermione's voice and spell. "Neville, I'm really, really sorry about this..." Hermione trails off, grabbing her wand and flicking it, "Petrificus Totalus." She says clearly, freezing up Neville, making him fall on the spot.
"You're a little scary sometimes...you know that? Brilliant, but scary." Ron nervously says. "Let's go." Harry nods. They all walk by Neville, "Sorry." Harry says, "Sorry." Hermione says, "It's for your own good, you know." Ron shrugs, "I am so sorry, Neville! Oh no, Hermione look what you've done!" Y/n says worriedly. "Oh come on Y/n. Lighten up, he'll be fine." Ron retorts, grabbing Y/n's wrist and dragging her out of the common room.
The four were currently hid underneath the surprisingly large invisibility cloak, sneaking along the third floor corridor, "Ow! You stood on my foot!" Hermione squeaks quietly, "Sorry." Ron replies as they reach the door of the three-headed beast. "Alohomora." Hermione says, making the door unlock and open.
"Wait a minute... he's.... sleeping." Ron mutters as Harry slithers the cloak off of them, dropping it nearby. "Snape's already been here. He's put a spell on the harp." Harry says as they walk towards the dog. "Uh. It's got horrible breath!" Ron whines. "We have to move its paw." Y/n says, pointing at the paw that sat on top of the trapdoor. "What?!" Ron squeaks, making Y/n roll her eyes.
After moving the paw altogether, all of the dogs eyes slowly flutter open, not noticing this, they continue, "I'll go first. Don't follow until I give you a sign. If something bad happens, get yourselves out... Does it seem a bit... quiet?" Harry asks, frowning. "The harp. It stopped playing." Hermione and Y/n both say as drool falls from the mouth of the dog to Ron's shoulder. He groans in disgust. The dog gets up and starts to growl in anger.
