Harry Potter x Reader

Fourth Year - Hello again

"Aren't you excited?"
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It seems so weird to me writing "fourth year" as the chapter name. But welcome back and two words..

Hello again!
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Harry's POV

I'd just had a horrid dream and woken up to my scar hurting.

I looked hopelessly around my room again, and my eye paused on the birthday cards my three best friends sent me at the end of July. What would they say if I wrote to them and told them about my scar hurting?

At once, Hermione Granger's voice seemed to fill my head, shrill and panicky.

"Your scar hurt? Harry, that's really serious. Write to Professor Dumbledore and I'll go and check Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions.. Maybe there's something in there about curse scars."

Yes, that would be Hermione's advice: Go straight to the headmaster of Hogwarts, and in the meantime, consult a book. I stared out of the window at the inky blue-black sky. I doubted very much whether a book could help me now. As far as I knew, I was the only living person to have survived a curse like Voldemort's; it was highly unlikely, therefore, that I would find my symptoms listed in Common Magical Ailments and Afflictions.

As for informing the headmaster, I had no idea where Dumbledore went during the summer holidays. Wherever Dumbledore was, though, I was sure that Hedwig would be able to find him; My owl had never yet failed to deliver a letter to anyone, even without an address. But what would I write?

Dear Professor Dumbledore, Sorry to bother you, but my scar hurt this morning. Yours sincerely, Harry Potter.

Even inside my head the words sounded stupid.

And so I tried to imagine my other best friend, Ron Weasley's, reaction, and in a moment, Ron's red hair and long-nosed, freckled face seemed to swim before me, wearing a bemused expression.

"Your scar hurt? But.. but You-Know-Who can't be near you now, can he? I mean.. you'd know, wouldn't you? He'd be trying to do you in again, wouldn't be? I dunno, Harry, maybe curse scars always twinge a bit.. I'll ask Dad.."

In any case, I didn't like the idea of the whole Weasley family knowing that I, was getting jumpy about a few moments' pain. Mrs. Weasley would fuss worse than Hermione, and Fred and George, Ron's sixteen year old twin brothers, might think I was losing my nerve. The Weasleys were my favourite family in the world; I was hoping that they might invite me to stay any time now (Ron mentioned something about the Quidditch World Cup), and I somehow didn't want my visit punctuated with anxious inquiries about my scar.

I now imagined my last best friend's reaction to my thoughts, (Y/N) (L/N) This one would be a good laugh. I imagined her looking slightly cross and a tinge of worry. I imagined her (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes that would glow and harm anyone when angry.

"Your scar was hurting? Have you told anyone besides us about it? Harry, I swear, if you do anything stupid, I'll walk in that damn house and drag you out by your --"

I laughed. Yep, that was how my short-tempered yet kind friend, (Y/N) (L/N) would say. Threats were her very good specialities, and she mainly used them at our Quiddich matches.