Imagines [Book Three]

Harry Potter [Harry X Reader]

Imagine being the soulmate to Harry Potter.

. .

It's the beginning of July and your vacation couldn't have been approved at a more better time. Hermione, a witch you had hit it off with when she had to work a case alongside the MACUSA, had been writing lately about the possibility of you visiting and now you have the time to do so. But since you're not a fan of International portkeys, you travel the no-maj way by plane all the way to Heathrow airport. You then take a cab to the heart of London and from there it wasn't so hard to find the magical community.

You find the local owlery and send off a quick note to your friend about where to meet, and add the name of a hotel you're hoping to get a room at. You stop by to grab a bite to eat before heading to the hotel and when you get there you're surprised to find Hermione sitting in the lobby.

"Granger? What are you doing here?"

The brunette witch smiles as she stands up, making her way towards you for a welcoming embrace. "As if I'd let you pay money for a room," she chuckles softly. "You're my guest and I have a spare room. You'll be staying with me."

Pulling out of the hug with a laugh of your own, you shrug. "You won't hear an argument from me. Lead the way, Herms."

"Call me that again and you'll be sleeping on the lumpiest cot I can transfigure."

"Noted." Then hooking arms with your friend, your laughter echoes around the lobby of the hotel as Hermione disapparates you away.

"So who are we meeting again?" You ask, adjusting the long sleeve flannel that's tied around your waist before readjusting the bedazzled headband that's stretched across your forehead.

"My friends Harry and Ron. They should already be waiting for us."

"Mhm. And it is a wizarding music festival, yes?"

"Yes," Hermione chuckles softly. "It's just like a muggle music festival, but magical."

You grin. "Okay." Adjusting your tank top and fluffing your hair, you finally turn towards your friend who's dressed in a similar fashion. "I'm ready."

"About time." Hermione grasps your wrist before disapparating you both and you both appear on a hill just moments later. Down below sits an amphitheater, and all around are witches and wizards thriving under the sinking sun. Vendors are scattered about, some selling food and drink while others are selling memorabilia and fun creations to use during the festival. And one creation that seems rather popular with the crowd are the bubbles that appear to be fading in and out of various colors before they pop. "Come on. I see Ron."

Hermione leads you through a crowd until stopping before two wizards, the both of them having a drink and brightening upon spotting Hermione. "'Mione!"