Harry Potter x Reader

Third Year - Travelling to Hogsmeade gone wrong

"Just stop your nonsense you stupid prat!"
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(Y/N)'s POV

Ron became an instant celebrity. For the first time in his life, people were paying more attention to him than to Harry and me, though because of his outbreak on Hermione, I'vs been ignoring him, but it was clear that Ron was enjoying the experience. Though still severely shaken by the night's events, he was happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with a wealth of detail.

"... I was asleep, and I heard this ripping noise, and I thought it was in my dream, you know? But then there was this draft.. I woke up and one side of the hangings on my bed had been pulled down.. I rolled over.. and I saw him standing over me.. like a skeleton, with loads of filthy hair.. holding this great long knife, must've been twelve inches.. and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and then I yelled, and he scampered."

Neville was in total disgrace. Professor McGonagall was so furious with him she had banned him from all future Hogsmeade visits, given him a detention, and forbidden anyone to give him the password into the tower. Poor Neville was forced to wait outside the common room every night for somebody to let him in, while the security trolls leered unpleasantly at him. None of these punishments, however, came close to matching the one his grandmother had in store for him. Two days after Black's break-in, she sent Neville the very worst thing a Hogwarts student could receive over breakfast -- a Howler.

The school owls swooped into the Great Hall carrying the mail as usual, and Neville choked as a huge barn owl landed in front of him, a scarlet envelope clutched in its beak. Harry, me and Ron, recognised the letter as a Howler at once -- Ron got one from his mother the year before.

"Run for it, Neville," Ron advised.

Neville didn't need telling twice. He seized the envelope, and holding it before him like a bomb, sprinted out of the hall, while the Slytherin table exploded with laughter at the sight of him. We heard the Howler go off in the entrance hall -- Neville's grandmother's voice, magically magnified to a hundred times its usual volume, shrieking about how he had brought shame on the whole family.

I got up and left without another word,
following Hermione, who looked extremely upset.

We made our way down to Hagrid's hut, Hermione's eyes shining with tears.

Knocking on the door, Hagrid opened, smiling warmly at us, motioning us to get in, obviously having not seen Hermione's tears.

As soon as we got inside, Hermione burst out crying as I went around to comfort her.

"Hermione? What's happened?" Hagrid asked, with concern.

I told him all about Harry and Ron, well mostly Ron, cause it was his rat.

"And he's just being a stupid prat!" I told him, rubbing Hermione's back sympathetically.

"It's alrigh' Hermione. Yeh fine." Hagrid said, encouragingly.

"B-but it's not even th-that, it's Black, he nearly k-killed him." Hermione sobbed.