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

Chapter 9

"Welcome to our home!"

"Thank you for inviting us, Petunia. Your house is lovely."

"Of course. Come sit down"

"So this is your family?" Your mother sits down.

"Yes."

"Nice to meet you all."

You and your father sit down too. Your father had tried his best to convince your mother to not go, but she had forced him to anyways.

"Our nephew should be here soon."

"Ah yes. I remember you talking about him."

Do mom and Petunia talk a lot?

"Where is he?" Your father speaks for the first time. He sounds a bit annoyed.

"He goes to a boarding school."

The door opens.

"And here he is."

You can hear footsteps going up the stairs, no one comes down.

"He doesn't know we have guests and he's very antisocial."

"Yes. Harry! Come down we have guests!" Petunia agrees with Vernon.

It's silent for a second and then you hear footsteps coming down.

A boy walks through the kitchen door.

Oh no.

"Harry. Meet the l/n's."

"Hello." He seems a bit uncomfortable.

He's good looking. Why is he good looking?

You feel like hitting your head against the table immediately.

Wait what? No. No he is not. He's not... I refuse.

You're snapped back into the conversation as your mother shakes you lightly.

"Uh?"

She giggles, "did you zone out?"

"Psh no..."

"Hm sure. There's definitely nothing that could distract you. Introduce yourself."

"Uh hi," you turn to Harry, "I'm y/n uh nice to uh meet you."

Your face is definitely red.

Your mother laughs lightly again. You glare at her.

"Harry sit down now."

He sits down silently.

Across from you.

Oh god. Oh god. Oh god. This is gonna be terrible. How do I not look up, can I just twist my head to the left? I don't want to look at him please don't-

"So Harry, you go to a boarding school?"

"Uhm yeah."

He doesn't seem to want to talk.

"Where is it."

"Scotland."

You choke, "damn that's far."

"Y/n!"

"Sorry! I meant uh dang?"

Your mother sighs.

Harry seems actually amused by you.

You wince at the idea that he's probably internally laughing at you.