saint potter- h.p

1.9

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happy christmas dickheads
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The days counting down towards Christmas were becoming shorter and shorter. As she packed up the last sweater she wanted to bring home, (y/n) zipped up her trunk and sighed looking around the large red and gold room she'd become so accustomed to.

"Hurry up, will you? I want to say goodbye to Harry before we leave." Hermione nagged from the door frame, holding on tightly to her stuffed trunk.

"Alright alright i'm coming!!" (y/n) waved shushing her as she ran up to catch up with her.
The two walked out of the common room together and towards the Great Hall.

The corridors were packed with scrambling students running through the halls, a soft christmas tune could be heard underneath everyone's excited voices.

The girls finally made it to the Great Hall, where Harry and Ron were both seated playing Wizards Chess. Ron's piece glided down to one of Harry's and smashed it onto the board.

"That's totally barbaric!" Hermione huffed striding up to the two boys.

"That's wizard's chess," Ron had a smug grin on his face, "I see you've packed."

"I see you haven't."

Ron perked up a bit, (y/n) took a seat beside Harry and placed her trunk on the ground, it was such a hassle to have to carry it around.

"Change of plans, my parents have decided to visit my brother Charlie in Romania, he studies dragons there."

"Wow Ron, why can't you be cool like your brother?" (y/n) grinned.

Ron rolled his eyes and scoffed at her, "Why can't you go off to azkaban like your dad."

Her eyes widened and she jumped up out of her seat. Ron just smirked smugly.

"You better wipe that smirk off your face Weasley before I whack your teeth out."

"Try me."
She lunged for him but Harry pulled her down and pushed her back.

"Good, you can help Harry then," Hermione piped up, ignoring (y/n) and gestured to Harry who was currently using all his force to keep her down, "He's going to go look in the library for information on Nicholas Flamel."

(y/n) looked at her, puzzled, finally getting out of Harry's grip, for an eleven year old he sure is strong. "Who's Nicholas Flamel."

All three of them looked back and her and Hermione gulped. "Oh yeah you don't know."

"Don't know what?"

Hermione started to open her mouth but Harry stopped her. "Hermione stop, we can't just go on telling everyone."

"And why can't you tell me, Potter?" (y/n) looked him daringly in the eye and crossed her arms.

"Because you're not trustworthy." He said dully holding eye contact.

"BeCauSe yoU'rE nOt trUstwORThy." She mocked scoffing, "I'm truly offended Mr. Potter."

"Stay offended Miss (l/n)." He sneered, keeping the same mocking tone.

"It's the truth though, right Hermione, I mean you just tried to punch me." Ron groaned looking up to Hermione for reinforcement.

Before she could respond (y/n) cuts her off, "That was because you were being a prat, not because I'm untrustworthy."

Hermione, tired of being interrupted, pushed between Harry and (y/n), ending their staring competition.

"There's no point in keeping it a secret anymore, she'll find out eventually, if not from us she might ask someone we really don't want to know."
"As for the actual important topic at hand, try looking in the restricted section." She sighed, Ron and Harry looked at her, astonished.