call me yours ( harry j potter )

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"I see," said Dumbledore eventually, peering at Harry over the top of his half-moon spectacles. "And you feel that you have exerted your very best efforts in this matter, do you? That you have exercised all of your considerable ingenuity? That you have left no depth of cunning unplumbed in your quest to retrieve the memory?"

"Well," Harry stalled, at a loss for what to say next. His single attempt to get hold of the memory suddenly seemed embarrassingly feeble. "Well...the day Ron swallowed love potion by mistake I took him to Professor Slughorn. I thought maybe if I got Professor Slughorn in a good enough mood..."

"And did that work?" asked Dumbledore.

"Well, no, sir, because Ron got poisoned..."

"...which, naturally, made you forget all about trying to retrieve the memory; I would have expected nothing else, while your best friend was in danger. Once it became clear that Mr Weasley was going to make a full recovery, however, I would have hoped that you returned to the task I set you. I thought I made it clear to you how very important that memory is. Indeed, I did my best to impress upon you that it is the most crucial memory of all and that we will be wasting our time without it."

A hot, prickly feeling of shame spread from the top of Harry's head all the way down his body. Dumbledore had not raised his voice, he did not even sound angry, but Harry would have preferred him to yell; this cold disappointment was worse than anything." Sir," he said, a little desperately, "it isn't that I wasn't bothered or anything, I've just had other things..."

"Other things on your mind," Dumbledore finished the sentence for him. "I see."

Silence fell between them again, the most uncomfortable silence Harry had ever experienced with Dumbledore; He also couldn't get the idea of Y/n out of his head, which was the same thing that was happening in the common room. 

Y/n was sitting on the couch, staring at her book only thinking about what happened, "Y/n" Hermione called, causing her to jump and turn to the girl. "I've been calling you, are you coming up to sleep?" 

"Y-Yeah, erm...I'll be right up.." 

"Where is Harry?" Hermione asked looking around the common room to find just Y/n in it. 

"He went to Dumbledore's lesson," Y/n said standing up and grabbing her book. "Just left a couple of minutes ago" 

Hermione hummed with a nod. "Are you okay?" She asked Y/n who nodded and started to walk upstairs with Pippa resting on her shoulder. 

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"You won't find anything in there," said Hermione firmly, late on Sunday evening. Y/n shook her head not really agreeing with Hermione's statement. 

"If you think about it, That book saved Ron...I still think Harry should keep it" Said Y/n turning and looking up from the book, Y/n and Harry haven't talked about what happened the other day and weren't going to try and talk to each other about it. 

"Y/n's right, Hermione," said Harry. "If it hadn't been for the Prince, Ron wouldn't be sitting here now."

"He would if you'd just listened to Snape in our first year," said Hermione dismissively.

"She also has a point" Y/n muttered looking back down at her notebook writing down things about creatures, she was almost done with the first notebook out of the five she had brought. 

They were sitting beside the fire in the common room; the only other people awake were fellow sixth years. There had been a certain amount of excitement earlier when they had come back from dinner to find a new sign on the notice board that announced the date for their Apparition Test.