Pitiful Memories (Yandere H.P Various x Reader)

(2 : 7) McGonagall's Secret & Slytherin's New Seeker { 24 }

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Harry spent a lot of time over the next few days dodging out of sight whenever he saw Gilderoy Lockhart coming down a corridor, while Gilderoy did the same to me.

I, on the other hand, was hiding from the first-year Colin Creevey, who seemed to have memorised my timetable. Nothing seemed to give Colin a bigger thrill than to say,

"All right, Y/n?" six or seven times a day and hear,

"Hullo, Colin," back, however exasperated I sounded when I said it.

Hedwig was still angry with Harry about the disastrous car journey but Zeus on the other hand, was never even mad at me and instead angrily hooted at both Harry and Ron whenever he saw them and Ron's wand was still malfunctioning.

"Great. Every owl around seems to hate us," Harry sighed,

"Speak for yourself, mate," I said, feeding little Hedwig a piece of blackberry from my snack bowl, as it munched away happily.

"At least you've got a working wand," said Ron, waving his wand around like a madman.

Ron's wand continued to bring disaster with it, surpassing itself on Friday morning by shooting out of Ron's hand in Charms and hitting tiny old Professor Flitwick squarely between the eyes, creating a large, throbbing green boil where it had struck.

So, with one thing and another, I was quite glad to reach the weekend. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I were planning to visit Hagrid on Saturday morning.

I, however, was shaken awake several hours earlier than I would have liked by Oliver Wood, captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

"Morning, beautiful!"

"Whassamatter?" I said groggily, ¾ asleep.

"Quidditch practice!" said Wood. "Come on!"

I squinted at the window. There was a thin mist hanging across the pink and gold sky. Now I was awake, I couldn't understand how I could have slept through the racket the birds were making.