Pitiful Memories (Yandere H.P Various x Reader)

(2 : 5) Who The Fuck Does This Man Hoe Think He Is { 22 }

"What? Why?"

"Because it is bedtime, Dear"

"Then what about Harry and Ron?"

"They will need to stay for further questioning,"

"Professor, if my memory is correct, I was also with them in the flying car, so if anything: I should stay here with them too, or they come back to the Gryffindor common room with me," Professor Dumbledore sighed.

"Just as thoughtful as before, I see," He said, "Alright, you may stay." He said. He turned to Ron and Harry,

"Please explain why you did this." It would have been better if he had shouted. I could tell Harry and Ron hated the disappointment in his voice. Even when Dumbledore's disappointment wasn't directed at me even a bit, I still found myself feeling slightly guilty.

For some reason, Harry was unable to look Dumbledore in the eyes and spoke instead to his knees. He told Dumbledore everything except that Mr Weasley owned the bewitched car, making it sound as though he, I, and Ron had happened to find a flying car parked outside the station.

I knew Dumbledore would see through this at once, but Dumbledore asked no questions about the car. When Harry had finished, he merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles.

"We'll go and get our stuff," said Ron in a hopeless sort of voice.

"What are you talking about, Weasley?" barked Professor McGonagall.

"Well, you're expelling us, aren't you?" said Ron. I looked quickly at Dumbledore.

"Not today, Mr Weasley," said Dumbledore. "But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both of your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you." 

I gave a little cough as to remind Dumbledore that I too was involved in this mix, but he pretended to not hear me.

Snape looked as though Christmas had been cancelled. He cleared his throat and said,

"Professor Dumbledore, these boys-"

"I'm here too!" I yelled. Once again, ignored.

"-have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree ... surely acts of this nature ..."

"It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys' punishments'  Severus," said Dumbledore calmly.

"They are in her house and are therefore her responsibility." He turned to Professor McGonagall. "I must go back to the feast, Minerva, I've got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus." 

Snape shot a look of pure venom at Harry and Ron and then turned to me, looking softly at my face, before gulping and looking elsewhere.

"No injuries I hope Darlington?" he asked, avoiding eye contact with me, staring at anything that wasn't near me.

"Good as gold, I guess..." I said and he nodded as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving us alone with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing Harry and Ron like a wrathful eagle.

She then turned to me and bent down to my level.

"Y/n, dear, you'd better go to the hospital wing right now to check for any injuries,"

"Professor, I told you, I'm fine."

"You can never be too careful, head off to the hospital wing and Madame Pompfrey can tell me whether you're alright or not,"