Devil's Child (Harry Potter x Reader Years 1-4) (ON HOLD)

~Hogwarts Express~

y/n pov

We sat down at a table in the Leaky Cauldron. We started eating in the peace and quiet. I let Amica nimble some of my lettuce. "Yer awfully quiet y/n and Harry," Hagrid was looking at us as if he wanted answers. "He killed my parents didn't he? The one who gave me my scar," Harry asked, breaking the silence. "You know Hagrid, I know you do." "You need to understand this Harry and y/n because it's important. Not all wizards are good," explained Hagrid, "there was this one that went so bad everyone feared his name. His name is V...Vol..." "Maybe you should write it down?" suggested Harry. "I don't know how to spell it," Hagrid returned looking a little embarrassed. "His name was Voldemort," I whispered not wanting to gather any attention from bystanders. "Voldemort?" Harry said loudly. "Shh!" me and Hagrid shushed him.

"It was dark times, Harry. Voldemort started collecting followers and if anyone disobeyed it was the end for them," Hagrid stated quietly, "Yer parents fought against him. He killed them, but when he tried to kill you, you were given a scar instead. That ain't no ordinary cut on yer forehead Harry. It could only be caused by a powerful curse. And a powerful curse it was." Hagrid finished then he turned to me. "What's botherin you y/n?" "Hagrid, this morning when I walked into the pub everyone was staring at me. Why?" I was really curious to find out. I knew I was friends with "The Boy who Lived" and everything, but it didn't make sense. "I'm sorry I can't answer that. You'll find out soon enough y/n." said the gentle giant.

We headed off to bed in the room Hagrid reserved for me and Harry. I asked Harry to watch Amica. H didn't mind and started petting her. I decided to think things over in the shower. What was it Hagrid couldn't tell me? I got out of the shower. "Shit," I muttered under my breath. I forgot my clothes. I peeked into the other room and saw Harry sitting on the bed. He looked straight at me. "Hey...um...Harry? Could you get me my pajamas? They're right over there," I said pointing at my trunk. I could feel my face turn pink.

Harry's pov

I was petting Amica while thinking about my parents and how they were fighting against this Voldemort guy. He sounds quite scary. "Hey...um...Harry?" Y/n snapped me out of my trance but not in the way I expected. "Could you get me my pajamas? They're right over there," she said pointing at her trunk. Her face turned pink and mine did as well. I got her pajamas and sat down on the bed again.

This time my thoughts weren't on my parents. I couldn't stop thinking of y/n and even behind a door she looked beautiful. She came into the room and plopped down next to me. "Thanks for that," she said, "Sorry if that made you uncomfortable. You should shower now too." I got up and took my clothes with me. I headed into the shower thinking about what just happened between me and y/n.

After I came out of the bathroom y/n was already asleep. She does everything beautifully, I thought to myself. Wait, no, I can't have a crush on my best friend. I mentally slapped myself. I lay in bed thinking about everything that happened that day. From everyone shaking my hand in the Leaky Cauldron to y/n falling asleep on the bed. I finally fell asleep after a couple hours of thinking.

Time skip: The day you go to Hogwarts

y/n pov

I woke up at 9:00am with a book laying on my chest. Amica was curled up next to me. I forgot that I was in the middle of reading Hogwarts, A History. It was the only other wizarding book I had left to read. I finished reading my textbooks last week. "Harry. Harry. HARRY!" I yelled shaking him awake. "Huh! What's wrong?" he said in his morning voice. I giggled a bit and he just glared at me. "We're going to Hogwarts today!" I couldn't believe the day was finally here. "Hagrid said he was going to pick us up around 9:30," I informed Harry. "Well, what time is it now?" he asked groggily. "9," I quickly responded. Harry decided to brush his teeth first so I decided to change in the empty room.