Her! (Harry Potter characters x reader) year 1

Chapter 2

Y/n POV:

I woke up early this morning. I finally get to go to diagonally today! I do my routine and put my hair in a waterfall braid and put on my favourite purple denim shorts and a white top along with a pair of combat boots.

Then I ran downstairs.

"Ready sweetie?" Dad asks.
"Yup." I say popping the 'p'.
"Okay! When we get there your gunna go shopping with Hagrid and Harry." Mum says.
"Harry?" I question.
"Yeah. You were friends as babies then something happened and..." She trailed off. I knew not to ask what happened.
"Doesn't he have green eyes and dark hair?" I ask.
"Yeah that's him." Dad smiles.
"Okay let's go." Mum says.
I hold their hands and we apparate.

We appear in diagonally. Hagrid and who I can only assume is Harry are waiting for us.

"'Ello m/n an' f/n." Hagrid greets them then looks at me. "An' this must be      y/n." He smiles at me as I nod.

I walk over to Harry as the grown-ups converse.
"Hi, I'm y/n. We used to be friends as babies." I say.
"Hey. I'm Harry. Yeah I remember you." He smiles.

Harry's POV:

"Hi, I'm y/n. We used to be friends as babies." She says in the most angelic voice. She's beautiful. Her name is beautiful too. Y/n!
"Hey. I'm Harry. Yeah I remember you." I smile as her e/c eyes twinkle. I start to blush, I hope she doesn't notice.

"Do you now? I don't remember much myself but I do remember your eyes, hair and name." She giggles. I think she's blushing but I can't tell. I know I am!

"R-really?" I stutter. Why did I stutter? 'Oh you know maybe because she's frickin' beautiful. Look at that flawless s/c skin, her gorgeous long, wavy, h/c hair, those e/c eyes that I could get lost in or her plump red lips that look so kissable... WAIT! WHAT!'

Y/n POV:

"R-really?" He stutters, blushing.
"Yeah. Mum and dad said we spent a lot of time together and we were only babies so I don't really remember much." I explain.
"I-oh, y-yeah." He says. I giggle which causes him to flush crimson red.

"'Ell, we bes' be off." Hagrid says.
"Okay. Bye mum, bye dad. See you later." I wave. I grab Harry's hand so I don't lose him. I'm oblivious to the blushing boy next to me or the boys surrounding us giving Harry death glares.

~time skip~

We enter Ollivanders. I look around trying to find the shop keeper. THWACK! We jump causing Harry to grab my hand. I blush at the sudden contact.

"Ah. Mr. Potter, Miss. Moonshine. I wondered when I would be seeing you two." He says. I politely smile at the stranger man.

"Ladies first." Harry whispers stepping away. Mr. Ollivander grabs a box and gives the wand over to me. I wave it and a stack papers scatter. "No." Ollivander says taking the wand from me. He ponders for a moment then walks into the back room. He comes out with a box with a lock on it. He quickly unlocks it and carefully gives the wand to me.

As son as I touch it a golden glow surrounds me. My hand felt warm and tingly.

"Strange. I never thought that wand would see the light of day." He says.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because the founders of Hogwarts created that wand, and it has rejected many people. It's made of wood from the whomping willow and it's core is hair of each of the founders heads. It's 12 1/2 inches. You are a very powerful witch." He explains.

~time skip~ (in the pub)

"He killed my parents, didn't he, the one who gave me this. You know, i know you do." Harry says. I hold his hand and give him a soft smile. I swear he blushed. They sigh. Mum nods.
"Well, there's something you both should know. Harry, your parents were marked for death. He came one night," I cut her off.
"He?" I ask. Hagrid nods.
"His name was v-v," He stutters.
"Maybe if you wrote it down?" Harry suggests. I nod in agreement.
"No, I can't spell it. His name was Voldemort!" He whispers.
"Voldemort?" We repeat.
"Shush!" Dad says.
"That night we left you, y/n, at the Potters house. When he came, Harry, your parents fought him trying to protect you two. He-he killed them. Harry he tried to kill you." Mum whispers in a shaky voice.

"Voldemort tried to kill me?" Harry asks confused.
"When we got there it was too late." Dad says guiltily.
"Why aren't I dead?" I ask.
"No one knows. Y/n that's another reason your famous. You are the boy and girl who lived. He gave you that scar. Y/n was not touched." Dad says. Me and Harry look at each other and sadly smile, not letting go of each other.