Y/ns pov
It was almost Christmas and I was so excited to go home and tell mother what had been happening since September. Harry had gotten onto the quidditch team, Hermione actually turned out to be a really nice person and we hung out with her more and now we found out that Snape, a professor has been after the sorcerer stone. In case you're wondering how I know, Harry told me.
It was breakfast at Hogwarts and I was sitting with Harry and Ron when Hermione came over to us. Ron and Harry were playing wizards chess so didn't notice her but I did.
"Hey you three" Hermione said with a smile. "Hey" I say back looking up at her. Ron's knight had just taken out one of Harry's players by smashing it with a chair. "That completely barbaric"! Hermione said looking at the board. "That's wizards chess" Ron grinned while saying checkmate and winning. "You three better get some work done on this Nicholas Flamel" Hermione said making sure she made eye contact with everyone.
I just nodded and returned to my book while Harry and Ron sighed and turned back to their game. Hermione said goodbye to us all and wished us all a merry Christmas and left.
Once she left I got up and got all my things packed up including Harry and Ron's potions homework for over Christmas break (I promised them I'd do it).
"Where are you off to"? Harry says turning around in his seat to face me. "The common rooms" I reply happily with a smile. He nods and turns back to his game with Ron. "Well, see you guys" I say turning to go get my stuff aka my bags since I would be meeting Hermione at the train to go home.
I got to my dorm to see my mother's owl on my bed next to Cartwin who was sleeping on his back underneath my covers. "Lazy cat" I murmur while undoing the letter from the owls leg.
Dear y/n,
Hello dear, I hope you are doing well. I have sent this letter to inform you that you will not be coming home for Christmas. I have gotten into a pickle with your grandmother and I would hate for your Christmas to be ruined by our bickering. I will still make sure to send you and Cartwin a Christmas present.
Love, mom
P.s congratulations on getting into Gryffindor, your father would be so proud :)
I read the letter two more times before sitting on my bed and petting Cartwin.
My mother and grandmother were in a fight which only meant the worst. When ever grandma would get angry with mother is when she was sick. I let the thought sink in as my vision started to go blurry. My mother and grandmother were the only family I had left and if I lost grandma, I would feel so hopeless.
I cry quietly for a while when I hear a knock on the door.
"Hey" Harry says closing the door behind him. "Ron and I were gonna go to the owlery but I wanted to check on you" he continues sitting next to me. "Oh, um it's nothing" I say wiping my tears and standing up to face him. "I really think I should go, have a bath or something" I say a little to loud. "Y/n something is wrong, tell me" Harry says standing up and putting both hands on my shoulders.
I look at my feet then at him. His beautiful green eyes gaze back at me and I break. I start to cry and he pulls me into a hug. We stand there rocking back and forth until I break apart from him. "I'm really sorry Harry, I just never talk about my feelings and it's hard for me to open up". He nods a breaks away. "Well, Ron and I will be with the owls so if you ever need to talk, we're here for you" he says with a small smile.
I feel myself walk towards him, close enough for us to touch lips. I'm about to lean in more when I snap out of it. "Uh I'm so sorry. I should go" I say running out of the room. I hear a faint call of my name from Harry but don't turn back. I keep running until the girls bathroom and go inside.
I actually ended up having a bath. I attempted to talk to moaning myrtle about my situation with Harry but when I mentioned his name she didn't seem to want to talk to me about him afterward.
It was around lunch when I walked out of the girls room and got back to my dorms.
I spent most of the day in my room, sketching, trying on clothes and other things. I did this till the door opened. "Hey y/n" said a voice which I soon realize was Ron's. "Hey I said turning my head to face him.
"I'm really sorry about you not being able to go home for Christmas. I found out by the letter you must of dropped on the floor outside of your room" Ron continued while rocking back and forth on his heels. "Oh, don't worry. At least I get to spend it with you guys" I half smiled. He grinned and nodded.
"I just came in here to see what you were doing, Harry and I have been wondering where you have been all day" he mumbled. "I've just been here" I reply quickly. "Oh, well. Merry Christmas Eve to you, see you tomorrow" Ron says and turns to exit. "Wait, Ron" I say and he turns around. I run over to him and give him a tight hug making him step back a few steps.
"Thank you" I say into his ear as I squeeze. I let go to see Ron blushing like mad. "N-no problem" he stutters and opens the door. "See you tomorrow" I say. He nods and walks out.
Ive been laying in my bed in the empty dorm other then myself when I hear a faint knock. The door opens to reveal Harry with his hair scrunched up. "Hey" he whispers. "Hi" I say back flatly.
"Look, I'm sorry if I said anything to you earlier that made you run out but I just want to say I'm sorry" he says. I look at him with tears in my eyes and run to him. I quickly peck his lips and then step back to blush. "You did nothing wrong. I like you Harry Potter" I say with a smile across my face. The room is dark but I can tell Harry is blushing like mad. He tries to speak but I cut him off. "I'm going to bed now, good night Harry" I say as I kiss his cheek once more.
He blushes even more and manages to stutter a "good night" and walks out. Once the door is closed I hear "YES! SHE KISSED ME!" And I laugh quietly at Harry. By the time I'm in my bed and settled under the covers, there's one thing one thing only I know for certain.
I like Harry Potter
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Fanfiction⚠️DISCONTINUED⚠️ FYI: the writing style sucks but I was 11-13 when I wrote this Homie this shit is ass read at your own risk Harry Potter, a troubled young boy and looked as a waste of space to his family has never felt happier than being around his...