What a Melody || Harry Potter x Reader || COMPLETED

Chapter 6

Obviously waking up with a headache isn't the best feeling.

Especially for someone who has classes with a troll the next day.

Harry groans again, debating whether or not to bang his head on the table until he passes out or not.

At least then he wouldn't have to go to classes.

"Harry you didn't even drink last night. Why do you have a hangover? Unless you did. If so you a-"

"I didn't drink Hermione. But you're giving me a headache."

"She gives me those daily and I've never been hungover."

"I swear to god Ron-"

"Guys just..." he waves his hand, more like flopping it, "quiet."

Hermione rolls her eyes, "the only things you drank last night was the Veritaserum and then that water."

"Which were both given by Fred and George..."

"You're right Ron! Harry, they probably spiked your drink."

"That's nice."

"No it's not. You'll get detention if you keep acting like this. Especially if Umbridge notices."

"Than can't I just skip?"

"No way! Just get over it or something."

"Ah yes let me just get over the pounding headache that's getting worse every second."

"Maybe Madam Pomfrey has something."

"Yeah let's go."

"Not right now Ron! We have class. Maybe at lunch?"

"I don't think I can survive that long."

"Let's go to class."

"No, I'm just gonna go to Madam Pomfrey."

"Fine. I'll tell Professor McGonagall you're feeling sick. Alright?"

"Thanks Hermione."

Harry stands up and walks to the hospital wing.

"Harry. What did you do this time?"

"Nice to see you too Madam Pomfrey."

"That's not what I said. What did you do?"

"I woke up with a headache, I didn't do anything."

"Come here then."

Harry walks up to her.

"And how were you feeling last night."

"Fine."

"Okay. Are you feeling anything else?"

"No."

"Let me get you something to fix that headache."

She walks away.

A few seconds later she comes back with a vial, "now this might be a little... not tasty."

He takes the vial and drinks it, "gah! That's disgusting."

"Yes but it'll get rid of the headache."

"Thanks Mad-"

Girl, put your records on

Harry yelps in surprise, having temporarily forgotten about the voice.

Tell me your favorite song
You go ahead, let your hair down
Sapphire and faded jeans, I hope you get your dreams
Just go ahead, let your hair down

And then somehow, still in kind of melody:

I don't know the rest of the words

The same thing starts to repeat, but the voice doesn't add "I don't know the rest of the words" again.

He had a feeling it didn't know the lyrics to quite a few songs.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Yep sorry just uh thought of something, uh, startling!"

"Right... if you're having any other medical problems please come to me."

"Yeah, of course. I will. I better get to class now."

How does a voice not know the entirety of any songs.

"Mr. Potter may I ask why you're late?"

"Sorry Professor McGonagall," he sends Hermione a look and she just look away, "I was in the hospital wing."

"Well that's unfortunate," he turns to see Professor Umbridge, "sit down Mr. Potter. And next time bring a note from Madam Pomfrey. Detention."

"What?"

"I said detention, was that too hard to understand?"

The singing stops.

"I didn't do anything."

"Would you like detention tomorrow night as well? As I thought. Now sit down and detention tonight after dinner."

Harry goes to talk back again, but Hermione sends him a warning glare, he sits down.