The Order of the Phoenix | Hermione Granger x Male Reader (Book Five)

29. Potter's Vision

Hermione Granger had been avoiding Y/N L/N, after her encounter with the Boggart she needed space from the other boy. Apart from that, nothing really interesting happened at Hogwarts. It was just all the younger students talking about Fred and George's escapade and going over to Issac who was now treated as some sort of legend within the Hogwarts' walls due to his part in the twins' great escape. However, there was one silent hero that no one spoke about. No one commented about how F/N Malfoy saved Issac from his punishment, sure there were rumours but students generally ignored it, they made excuses for why the Slytherin decided to be nice, Slytherin's weren't supposed to be nice.

Quidditch wise, Gryffindor had managed to win the cup, but no one apart from Ronald Weasley cared. Everyone seemed to have bigger problems than Quidditch since after Quidditch, came all the fifth years' O.W.L examinations.

The fifth years entered the Great Hall at two o'clock and took their places in front of their examination papers. Harry felt exhausted, he just wanted this to be over, so that he could go and sleep.

"Turn over your papers," said a Professor from the front of the Hall, flicking over the giant hour-glass, "you may begin."

Harry stared fixedly at the first question. It was several seconds before it occurred to him that he had not taken in a word of it; there was a wasp buzzing distractingly against one of the high windows. Slowly, he at last began to write an answer. He was finding it very difficult to remember names and kept confusing dates, he simply skipped question four, he had a stab at question five but had a suspicion that he had missed several important points. Harry looked ahead for a question he could definitely answer and his eyes glanced upon number ten. He began to write, looking up now and again to check the large hour-glass on the desk at the front. Harry was sitting right behind Y/N L/N, who seemed to be frantically writing, occasionally glancing around the room.

All around Harry, quills were scratching on parchment, the sun was very hot on the back of his head. He glanced at the question: what was it that Bonaccord had done to offend the wizards of Liechtenstein? Harry had a feeling it had something to do with trolls, if he could only perform Legilimency and get the answer from someone.

"He annoyed the wizards cause he wanted to ban troll-hunting and give trolls rights dumbass." a voice said in Harry's head. He glanced around and made eye contact with Y/N, who gave Harry a wink.

"Now shut up, your thoughts are distracting me."

Harry had an eerie flashback to when Y/N got into Harry's head during the final task of the Triwizard Tournament. Obviously Harry didn't know Y/N was Y/N, he saw Y/N as F/N. Being able to get into Harry's mind was another similarity between F/N and Y/N, if only Harry knew...

Slowly, Harry started writing, he closed his eyes and reopened them, staring at his parchment. He wrote a few more lines and then he closed his eyes again.

Think, he told himself, his face in his hands, while all around him quills scratched out never-ending answers and the sand trickled through the hour-glass at the front...his eyes closed again...

He was walking along the cool, dark corridor to the Department of Mysteries again, walking with a firm and purposeful tread, breaking occasionally into a run, determined to reach his destination at last...the black door swung open for him as usual, and here he was in the circular room with its many doors...straight across the stone floor and through the second door...patches of light on the walls and floor and that odd mechanical clicking, but no time to explore, he must hurry...

He jogged the last few feet to the third door, which swung open just like the others...once again he was in the cathedral-sized room full of shelves and glass spheres...his heart was beating very fast now...when he reached number ninety-seven he turned left and hurried along the aisle between two rows...but there was a shape on the floor at the very end, a black shape moving on the floor like a wounded animal...Harry's stomach contracted with fear and excitement...