greyheart; year 2↳h.potter x reader

29. it's all in the bloodline

"Who the hell does Malfoy think he is!"

Hannah leans against her bedpost, Hermione and I sitting on her bed while looking at each other. Hermione has a book in her lap that was abandoned at this point, Hannah going on about Malfoy's words.

"He knows something about me and thinks best not to tell me!"

Hannah paced, her feet going to wear a hole in the floor at the rate she was going. I would admit, I was just as confused as her, Malfoy knew something about Hannah and he knew something big.

So big he wouldn't just say it like it was a secret love child or something.

"He's the biggest prick here." Hannah feels another her bed, Hermione looking at her waiting for a go-to talk.

Hermione cut her off a few minutes earlier and Hannah almost had a severe breakdown.

"What if he knows why my parents hate me?"

"Your parents don't hate you-" I placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder, watching Hannah ocean blue eyes well up with tears.

"They hate me, they haven't written to me once and they called me a disappointment all summer. They hate me and I think Malfoy knows why."

My heart broke, I knew she was sarcastic to hide everything. It was obvious at this point, but watching her break was tragic.

"I just wanna know."

I saw Hermione panic, this was her childhood best friend who laid across the bed and looked so broken yet so young.

"I'm gonna go to the library," Hermione muttered out, Hannah sitting up and looking at her.

"Wanna come with?"

Hannah just shrugged and stood up, both girls looking at me.

"I'm helping Lee announce the game tomorrow, I probably should get some sleep."

Both girls nodded and smiled, leaving the room with a mirror and a book. We spoke about looking for the monster but I wouldn't be much help tonight, and it wasn't like we'd find it the first night we went looking.

*

"(Y/N) freaking Greyheart wake up!"

My eyes slowly opened to the aggressive whispering, two hands shaking my shoulder. The room was still dark, the moon from outside was the only thing giving off any light.

Hannah's face hung above me, tears running down her face like it was nothing. I let my palm fall to her face and pushed it away, not thinking much of the situation.

"Ms. Greyheart."

I jumped from my bed, McGonagall stood in the doorway of the dorm with her eyes down cast. I looked around the room, no Hermione insight.

No.

I looked back to Hannah whose body shook with sobs, falling to me with arms wrapped around my shoulders.

"Please come with me."

I jumped from the bed, Hannah hand in mine as we followed Mcgonagall down the dark halls. I was panic as we stopped before the hospital wing, not ready to see my friends cold body.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't stop it," Hannah sobbed into

my shoulder, a small hush fell from my lips as I ran my finger between her blonde strands.

"Ms. Saint, this isn't your fault."

McGonagall opened the door, teacher and the Headmaster stood around one bed at the end of the hall. I felt Hannah grip on me tighten, each teacher looking at us with sad eyes the closer we got to the bed, I felt like I was on stage for the world to see.

I wanted to go back to being Greengrass, she wasn't watching everyone in her life terrified because of who their parents were. I just wanted to be anyone but myself right now, anyone in the world.

Dumbledore moved to the side, his hand rubbing circle as I looked at her laying on the hospital bed. I remember last year, wondering if this was how it was for my friends watching me lie in bed after the chess game. I wonder if this was what Noah felt, not knowing what happened and having to watch from the outside.

"I'm- i'm sorry."

Each teached slowly left, McGonagall told us she would let us be with her alone for the night and find Harry and Ron in the morning. I was slightly grateful for that, I didn't need to hear about the chamber for a minute. I just wanted to sit with Hannah and Hermione and try to contain myself for Hannah sake.

"It was going to come for me, but it stopped and left me.'

I looked to Hannah beside me, my face morphed with one of confusion.

If the monster did not attack Hannah, then that means-

"(Y/N), I think I'm a pureblood."