Harry Potter x Reader

First Year - Through The Trapdoor

"This is my fight too."
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So.. you don't mind if I use the Third Person POV? Cause it's the best way to write tbh. Plus rn, the relationship betwen Harry and (Y/N) is purely platonic.. as of now. So their POV's will be quite useless during first, second and a little bit of third year.

Though, this is your choice. As of now, until I get answers, I'm going to be using a bit of their POV's and more of the Third Person one.

Also, quick mention, this chapter is the longest out of all the chapters I've written so far. They go into the trapdoor in this, so.. Enjoy ;)
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Third Person POV

Harry had gotten his cloak back with the not of Just in case. (Y/N) jusy thought Dumbledore was one for seeing Harry into trouble. She was joking, of course.

Harry and (Y/N) didn't believe how they'd gotten through their exams. They'd half expected good old Voldemort to come bursting through the door. Yet the days crept by, and there could be no doubt that Fluffy was still alive and well behind the locked door.

It was boiling hot, especially in the large classroom. They had been given special, new quills for the exams, which had been bewitched with an Anticheating spell.

They had practical exams as well. Professor Flitwick called them to see if they could make a pineapple tapdance across a desk. Professor McGonagall watched them turn a mouse into a snuffbox - points were given for how pretty the snuffbox was, but taken away if it had whiskers. Snape made them nervous, breathing down their necks while they tried to remember how to make a Forgetfulness potion.

Harry did the best he could, trying to ignore the stabbing pains in his forehead, which had been bothering him ever since his trip into the forest.

Neville thought Harry had a bad case of exam nerves because Harry couldn't sleep, but the truth was that Harry kept being woken by his old nightmare, except that it was now worse than ever because there was a hooded figure dripping blood in it.

Maybe it was because they hadn't seen what Harry had seen in the forest, or because they didn't have scars burning on their foreheads, but Ron and Hermione didn't seem as worried about the Stone as Harry.

(Y/N) however, did seem worried, especially with that one time her eyes had been flashing. Ever since then, she'd tried not to be angry. She thought she was being silly and dramatic but at the same time, she couldn't help it. After that night, her eyes never flashed once. Not once. (Y/N) didn't seem worried about the stone though, she seemed to think it was in good hands, so she never bothered to ask or talk about it.

The idea of Voldemort certainly scared them, but Harry didn't keep visiting them in dreams, and they were so busy with their studying they didn't have much time to fret about what Snape or anyone else might be up to.

Their very last exam was History of Magic. One hour of answering questions about batty old wizards who'd invented selfstirring cauldrons and they'd be free, free for a whole wonderful week until their exam results came out. When the ghost of Professor Binns told them to put down their quills and roll up their parchment, Harry couldn't help cheering with the rest.

"That was far easier than I thought it would be," said Hermione as they joined the crowds flocking out onto the sunny grounds. "I needn't have learned about the 1637 Werewolf Code of Conduct or the uprising of Elfric the Eager."