Ms. Horned Serpent (Harry x Reader x Draco)

The Death Day Party

.......Found dead. There was 3 spells made at the crime scene, Alohomora and Avada Kedavra, the latter being casted twice. There was nothing taken from the house. In theirs wills you get everything, you can choose what you want to with it, we have converted all muggle money into wizarding money." You couldn't believe it, in one minute, you where a orphan. You felt empty, you started crying. "Severus please walk her back to the common room." dumbledore said. You stood up, still crying, snape put a hand on your shoulder and started walking to the slytherin rooms.

"I'm sorry for your loss. I too lost my parents." he said, as you left dumbledore's office. "R-really? How old were you?" You asked, trying not to cry. "18. My mother and dad died 2 weeks apart, my dad was the first to go." Snape's voice was pained. "How were they?" you asked. "My dad was was not fond of very much of anything, including magic. My mom was a witch, she was a sour faced woman who always looked sad." snape said, you saw the slytherin room entrance, "Thank you, Professor snape, for comforting me." You gave him a small smile. "No problem." he said as you opened the door. "Remember to get some sleep, and use this, if you need to. It's a sleeping potion." he handed you a small vile of a potion. "Thank you." you went in the common room. "What did dumbledore want?" draco asked. "He- he told me that my- my parents were murdered." You bursted into tears, draco ran over to you and gave you a hug, holding you close. He walked you over to the sofa, sitting you down, without letting go. "Shh, shh, it's ok." he whispered in your ear. You cried in his chest, for what was the 10 minutes. "I need to go to bed." you said, walking to the girls dorms. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." draco said.

You put on your pajamas on and took the potion and laid down Rain was still lashing the windows, which were now inky black, perfect to suit your mood. you didn't see it, but water leaked from your hands, your mind going blank, and you falling asleep.

By the time Halloween arrived, the whole school knows your parents are dead.The rest of the school was happily anticipating their Halloween feast; the Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrid's vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in, and there were rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for the entertainment. You where happy to have something to distract from your sadness, you realized that you can make water from your hands when sad. You decided not to tell anyone.

"A promise is a promise," Hermione reminded Harry bossily. "You said you'd go to the deathday party." "Plus, it might be fun!" you said, harry giving you a smile. So at seven o'clock, You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked straight past the doorway to the packed Great Hall, which was glittering invitingly with gold plates and candles, and directed their steps instead toward the dungeons.

The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles, too, though the effect was far from cheerful: These were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped with every step they took. You shivered and drew your robes tightly around you, "here, (y/n). Take my robe" harry put his robe around you. you heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.

"Is that supposed to be music?" Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet drapes. "My dear friends," he said mournfully. "Welcome, welcome...so pleased you could come..." He swept off his plumed hat and bowed them inside. It was an incredible sight. The dungeon was full of hundreds of pearly-white, translucent people, mostly drifting around a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty musical saws, played by an orchestra on a raised, black-draped platform. A chandelier overhead blazed midnight-blue with a thousand more black candles. Their breath rose in a mist before them; it was like stepping into a freezer. "Harry you must be cold. Take your robe back." you started taking it off. "No, you keep it." Harry stopped you from taking it off. "Are you sure?" you asked. "Yes."