saint potter- h.p

2.11

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following the golden trio
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Hermione, Harry and Ron were walking through the courtyard, unaware of (y/n) following not far behind them.

She was certain they were up to something, so she decided to do what any sane person would do and follow them around without them knowing, until she found out.

"It was Hagrid. Hagrid opened the chamber of secrets 50 years ago." Harry said to the other two. (y/n) scrunched her nose and started quickly after them.

She looked ridiculous, crouching in the open courtyard 'stealthily' following the golden trio. She paid no mind to the group of 4th year Ravenclaws eyeing her weirdly.

"It can't be Hagrid, it just- can't be." Hermione sighed.

"We don't even know this Tom Riddle, he sounds like a dirty rotten snitch to me." Ron remarked, the two others stared at him.

'So is that what was in the diary?' (y/n) thought. She didn't think Hagrid was capable of opening the chamber of secrets, and what did Tom Riddle have to do with any of this.

Harry lifted an eyebrow, "The monster had killed somebody Ron, what would any of us have done?"

"Look, Hagrid's our friend why don't we just go and ask him about it?" Hermione suggested. (y/n) thought that was a terrible idea, if Hagrid had opened the chamber of secrets and killed somebody, she didn't think he'd want to admit that to a bunch of 2nd years.

Ron rolled his eyes, "That'll be a cheerful visit, Hello Hagrid! Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately?"

"Mad and hairy? You wouldn't be talking about me?" (y/n) giggled to herself as she watched Hagrid come up behind the three, overhearing the last part of their conversation.

"N-no." The three of them said simultaneously. Hagrid stepped back, surprised.

There was an awkward silence before Harry spoke up, "What's that you've got Hagrid?"

"Oh its uh- flesh eatin' slug repellent." He said lifting the dark jug as it made a 'splosh' sound. "For the mandrakes yknow? Now according to Professor Sprout they've still got a bit o' growin' up to do. But once they're acnes cleared up we'll be able to chop em up and stew em' and then when we'll get those people down at the hospital unpetrified."

The three Gryffindors nodded.

"In the meantine though, you three are best be lookin' after yerselves. All right?"

They nod again, silently. Hagrid hums and walks away into the castle. But as he passes Neville runs out frantically, stopping in front of the trio completely out of breath.

(y/n) stares in confusion, she didn't remember Draco telling her about any new plans to prank Neville. Why was he in such a rush?

"Harry! I don't know who did it!" He says breathlessly, "But you come! Come on!" He runs back into the castle, the trio following after him, (y/n) decides to let her presence be known and runs up to Hermione.

"What're we running for?" She asked smiling brightly at the four, as if she hadn't just been following them and listening into their conversation.

Hermione shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know."

"Hey! Where'd you come from (l/n)?" Ron yelled quickly as they ran.

"My mother's womb?" She says sarcastically as they reached the boys dormitories.

It was a complete wreck. Glasses and picture frames shattered on the floor, there were owls hooting from above as they walked in. Papers were spread around, crumpled, pillows and books were torn apart, thrown lasily around the room as feathers fluttered through the air.