Male Reader x Hermione Granger
Y/N L/N is the Prophesied One. The one who is destined to kill the Dark Lord. But the Prophecy warns he may become even darker and more powerful.
Y/N struggles with his power, his potential and more important his ment...
Harry and Ron appeared at the table at 8:20, looking half asleep and as dopey as the day was long. Y/N and Hermione were about to head to Potions early as a devious smile crossed Y/N's face, they had been holding hands under the table and Y/N kept a tight grip, Hermione looking puzzled as she remained seating. Y/N looked above Ron's head and smirked:
"Don't look now Ron but Errol is coming in fast!"
The decrepit owl landed with a large splash in a rather large jug of pumpkin juice, covering Harry, Ron and Lavender in the orange liquid. Y/N and Hermione had been protected by a semi translucent yellow shield that had appeared out of nowhere.
"Ugh bloody bird! What didn't you get soaked?" Lavender asked as Y/N chuckled and unsheathed his wand, cleaning and drying the three off.
"It was a bastardised version of the Protego spell I've been working on Lav. Protego guards against Magical attacks, this guards against corporeal attacks too- rocks, debris, pumpkin juice"
Y/N smirked and chuckled before continuing:
"I had to cast it non verbally and wandlessly as I'm still working out the kinks in the incantation and wand movement".
The three friends all looked at Y/N with the same blank expression. Hermione looked at him with one of wonder.
"A spell you're working on?" Lavender asked with a dead pan expression.
"Yeah, I've been working with Row for the last twelve months on Magical Theory. Fascinating field of study. But never mind that you better answer that Howler Ron, it's about to blow" Y/N chuckled.
Ron whimpered:
"She's sent me a Howler. She's sent me a Howler" as he timidly pulled at the envelope. Hermione heard Y/N in her head
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The envelope suddenly came to life, large teeth and a tongue spitting out words as Molly Weasley's furious voice could be heard roaring across the entirety of the Great Hall:
"RONALD WEASLEY!!! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THE CAR! I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE"
The plates and cutlery the length of the Gryffindor were shaking the yelling was so loud. Neville had disappeared under the table with his fingers in his ears and the Slytherins, along with Y/N, were bellyaching with laughter:
"... LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD HAVE BOTH DIED"
Harry was turning pale at the mention of his name. Ron was turning green as he sunk further into the seat. Y/N was bright red and had managed to break a plate smashing his spare hand down on the table so hard in mirth as Hermione slapped his arm, yelling at him to calm down, though she was hopelessly out pitched by Molly's roars:
