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That orphan boy| The order

By: malereader-inserts

You were an orphan boy that was strangely adopted into the friendship group of Harry Potter, not that you were complaining, you found two boys in a compartment in your first year scoffing down all the sweets from the trolley. You were sorted into Gryffindor and were dragged into the adventures of Harry Potter.

You were very close to Harry, losing both your parents when you can barely walk. You sort of bonded over the abusive nature of when you were growing up, you were like Harry’s long-lost soulmate, a connection of some sort, he would often come to you because you understood. Harry trusted you a lot, even more so in the fourth year where you helped with his DADA, he was as skilled as it was, but you helped him with spells he had not heard of, which is why you often help in the Dumbledore Army.

You were very close to Ron, the boy had not a bad bone in his body. Often times you and he were seen laughing at jokes you were telling. He never had seen you and Harry as best friends but rather brothers. He found you great to hang out with and mess around. You had always made sure he said nothing offensive since he was a little innocent to what to say and not to say. 

You were very close to Hermione, she was grateful to have someone who didn’t get instantly confused when she had started to ramble. You were patient even when you get lost in her translation, much more tolerable as you were much more considerate. She enjoyed your company, found you a little overbearing when she knows full well that she can protect herself, but that’s what siblings do, right?

You had found family at school, with your lack of knowledge of affection and such things, you had a slow learning process. Sometimes, they often wonder if you’re too true to be good since you were kind and considerable, often forgetting how you have a bad headspace.

You would usually spend your Christmas at school, you didn’t mind, it took you away from the orphanage. Ron had complained to his mother during the summer after the first year that you were stuck in an orphanage and suddenly Molly had filled in a fostering application for you.

You had awkwardly stood behind the woman, who explained basic stuff about you, glaring at her when she tried to make you sound like a rotten child. Molly had beckoned you in the burrow where Ron, Fred and George had bombarded you. Since then, every Christmas and August you would spend time at the Burrow.

It was until the summer before the fifth year, the order has a suspicious feeling with you.

“Do we really know little of the orphan?”

“He has a name,” Molly scowls at Mad-Eye, it was the night before they had to retrieve Harry, “(Y/n) (L/n), poor boy, his parents were killed when he was a baby.”

“His parents were death eaters.”

“I have taught (Y/n) in his third year, he’s nothing like his parents,” Remus explained, “Molly and Arthur know what he’s like as well, not to mention he has three good friends. People don’t often follow their parents’ footsteps.”

“Take a look at me,” Sirius piped up, “Or even Tonks and her mother must I continue?”

Mad-Eye looked agitated, as the adults stared at him, “It’s something about him that doesn’t sit right with me.”

“Then, we’ll keep an eye on him.”

The group of adults sigh as the children started to file in for dinner, Sirius had met you once and that was helping Harry and Hermione get him out of Azkaban, since then he had always a good impression on you. You sat down with Ginny and Ron, trying to fight as you sat between them. The adults didn’t want to think there was a traitor trait in you, but they couldn’t help but imagine it.