The Philosophers Stone - Harry Potter Male Reader Insert

31: Unsuccessful Plan - Time For Plan B

"No more revision." Ron sighed happily, stretching out on the grass.

The four of them were lying underneath a tree next to the lake. The Weasley twins and Lee Jordan were tickling the tentacles of a giant squid, which was basking in the warm shallows.

During the past few weeks, the four of them had been busy trying to get through their exams, with the added pressure of half expecting to see Voldemort burst through the doors at any moment. It had been extremely stressful for Harry. It was odd, he seemed to be a lot more concerned about it than Y/N, who was the one who actually saw Voldemort.

Nonetheless, they made it through both the written and practical exams, their last one had been History of Magic, which, even Hermione had to admit, was more boring than challenging, but she still had the annoying habit of going through every question with them afterwards, ("I needn't have learnt about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the Uprising of Elfric the Eager."), which made the three boys feel ill, so they sat under the tree next to the lake.

"You could look more cheerful Harry," Ron said. "We've got a week before we find out how badly we've done, there's no need to worry yet."

Harry was rubbing his forehead.

"I wish I knew what this means!" he burst out angrily. "My scar keeps hurting. It's happened before, but never as often as this."

"Go to Madam Pomfrey." Hermione suggested.

"I'm not ill." said Harry. "I think it's a warning... It means danger's coming."

"Wow, your head can speak to you Harry. You are truly one of a kind." Y/N said lazily, leaning on the tree trunk. Harry gave him an exasperated sigh. "In all seriousness though, it does make sense, your scar started hurting back at the common room the moment I saw Voldemort."

Ron couldn't get worked up, it was too hot.

"Harry, relax, Hermione's right, the stone's safe as long as Dumbledores around. And I don't think Snape's learnt to get past Fluffy yet. He tried once and his leg almost got ripped off. And there's no way Hagrid would let Dumbledore down."

Harry nodded. But he tried to tell Hermione that he felt something was off, as if he was forgetting something. Hermione simply shrugged it off.

"That's just exams, I woke up last night and was halfway through my Transfiguration notes before I remembered we'd already done that one." Y/N stared at her with a shocked expression.

Then Y/N suddenly had a thought, and it seemed, that Harry had the same one. They both jumped to their feet.

"Where're you going?" Ron said sleepily.

The two of them ignored him and left him and Hermione relaxing under the tree, making their way to Hagrids hut.

Hagrid was sitting in an armchair outside his house, his trousers and sleeves were rolled up and he was shelling peas into a large bowl.

"Hullo." he said, smiling at the two of them. "Finished yer exams? Got time for a drink?"

"No, we're in a hurry Hagrid, I've got to ask you something." said Harry. "You know that night you won Nobert? What did the stranger you were playing cards with look like?"

"Dunno." said Hagrid casually. "He wouldn' take his cloak off."

Y/N froze when he said that. "Was the cloak old and black with purple fastenings?" he asked, his voice trembling a little.

"Nah, it was light grey, and relatively new." Hagrid said. Y/N let out a sigh of relief. When he had seen Voldemort in the woods, he had been wearing an extremely tattered hooded robe that looked as though he hadn't been wearing anything else for years.