✨Harry Potter and The Year Everyone Gets Hot✨
"Oh, who is this letter from? Let me see...Harry Potter?"
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✰𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍✰
BAM!
Cedric opened the door to his little sister's room violently. He walked over to her bed with a glass of water in his hand.
"I am prepared this time." He said as he started shaking her lightly with one hand. "Y/N! Wake up! Oh, up you get lazy bones!"
No response.
"If you don't wake up right now, I will pour this water on your face."
Nope. Nada.
"Open. Your. Bloody. Eyes!"
Y/N always expects her brother to just leave the room when she doesn't wake up but much to her disappointment, he never does.
At that moment, Y/N's owl, Ozwald, flew into her room. Cedric placed the glass of water on the nightstand and walked over to him.
"Oz is here! Oh, is that a letter?"
Cedric carefully took the letter from him and gave him a few treats before looking at the name.
A mischievous grin started to spread on his handsome face. He cleared his throat and looked over at his sister's 'sleeping' form.
"Oh, who is this letter from? Let me see...Harry Potter? The same Harry Potter who- whoa hey-"
He fell to the ground as Y/N tackled him with all her might, trying desperately to take that letter from him without damaging it.
"Give- it- here- you- little- ugh!" Y/N yelled in frustration as Cedric was a lot faster than her.
She looked at her nightstand and immediately took the glass of water and splashed the water on his face.
"HEY! Y/N! What in the merlin-" Cedric shouted as he tried to wipe the water off from his wet face.
Y/N quickly grabbed the letter and sprinted to the other side of the room. She opened it and started reading it.
Dear Y/N,
I am alright. The Muggles didn't give me a hard time about Ron's phone call. Well, not as much as I thought they would anyway. And thank you for sending me that self care kit for my birthday. It's been a life saver really, living with these Muggles and all. I especially loved those candles by the way. And to answer your, Ron and Hermione's question, you don't have to worry about me coming to Diagon Alley on the last week of the holidays because I am actually here at the Leaky Cauldron right now. I may or may not have blown up my aunt and stormed out of the house. I reckon your dad would know about it. It's a long story, I'll tell you when I see you and speaking of seeing you, well, can't wait to see you.
Harry.
Y/N Diggory was smiling so hard she feared her cheeks would fall off. The thought of seeing Harry made her feel giddy for some reason. She immediately grabbed her brother's hand, who had just joined her after drying his face and shirt, and dashed out of the room.
"Hey hey hey whoa- Y/N, WATCH THE STAIRS!" Cedric yelled as he stumbled down the stairs after Y/N.
"Ow Ow Ow! MY POOR TOES!"
She just didn't care and barged into the kitchen where her father was reading the newspaper while her mum was making pancakes.
"DAD! DAD DAD DAD! What is this about Harry blowing up his aunt?" She asked him as she sat down next to him on the table.
Cedric limped behind her and managed to sit across them, frowning at his sister's question.
"He blew up his what now?"
The Diggory siblings turned to their father, to their surprise, he just started laughing.
"Oh dear, that one! I have never seen Fudge so worked up about something. He went to London to pick Harry up himself! The Minister of Magic!"
"But what happened to his Aunt? Did he really... you know... ?" Y/N asked her dad, making a 'poof' action at the end of the question.
"Oh yes yes. We reckon she was trying to get Harry riled up and you know how young wizards are. Too impatient. Gets angry very easily. It was underage magic, yes. But Fudge says we should let him off this time, he's just a boy y'know?"
Y/N could not believe her ears. She was trying her best to not imagine Harry's Aunt blown up like a balloon while Harry angrily stormed out of the house.
Cedric seemed to be thinking the same thing because the moment the two Diggorys made eye contact, they burst into laughter, gripping onto the dining table for support.
"Oooh, I am never letting Harry live this down," Y/N said in-between her laughs, making Cedric laugh even harder.
Their laughter died down as Y/N caught a glimpse of the newspaper. The letters, "BLACK STILL AT LARGE" caught her eye.
"They still haven't caught him, have they?" She asked particularly to no one, as she unfurled the copy of the Daily Prophet and started glancing at some lines.
"Unfortunately, No dear," said Amos. "But don't you two worry about that! You will be safe at Hogwarts!"
Rebekah dropped some pancakes on his plate and smiled at her children.
"You have nothing to worry about as long as Dumbledore's there, dears."
"Right..." said Cedric, glancing at the paper with Y/N.
But Y/N noticed her mum's smile immensely drop as she looked at Black's face in the newspaper.
To Y/N's surprise, she saw...what? Hurt? Pain? in her eyes, Rebekah immediately turned around and busied herself behind the counter.
"Anyways, dad," said Y/N, choosing to ignore her mum's weird behaviour.
"Can we go to Diagon Alley on the last week of the holidays? Harry, Ron, and Mione said they'll be there."
"Of course we can!" said Amos. "Now, have you both packed your trunks?"
Cedric and Y/N slowly turned around and looked at each other. One look told the both of them that they haven't packed yet. As if reading each other's mind, they both ran out of the kitchen and rushed upstairs.
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As the days slipped by, I started looking wherever I went for a sign of Y/N or Ron or Hermione. Plenty of Hogwarts students were arriving in Diagon Alley now, with the start of the term so near.
I woke on the last day of the holidays, thinking that I would at least meet my three best friends tomorrow, on the Hogwarts Express.
I got up, dressed, went for a last look at the Firebolt, and was just wondering where I'd have lunch when someone yelled my name and I turned.
"Harry! HARRY!"
Ron and Hermione were there, sitting outside Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour.
A huge pang of disappointment hit me as I noticed Y/N wasn't with them. I may or may not have been hoping to see her more than Ron and Hermione.
"Finally!" said Ron, grinning at me as I sat down, still looking around for a sign of Y/N. "We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said you'd left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts, and Madam Malkin's, and-"
"I got all my school stuff last week," I explained. "And how come you know I am staying at the Leaky Cauldron?"
"Dad," said Ron simply.
"Right. Hey, where's-"
"Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry?" said Hermione in a very serious tone.
"I didn't mean to," I said while Ron roared with laughter. "I just- lost control."
"It's not funny, Ron," said Hermione sharply.
"But it is!" came a voice behind me, I turned around to see Y/N walking towards us.
Oh. my. Merlin.
She sat beside me and smiled at me. That so did not help the butterflies that were already flying around in my stomach like crazy at the sight of her. What the bloody hell.
"Harry? Harry! You alright?" she snapped her fingers at my face, bringing me back to reality as I realised that I was just blankly staring at her.
"Huh? Oh yeah I- I am brilliant" I said breathlessly, cursing myself for sounding like an idiot. "Where were you?"
"Oh, I was just sending a letter to Ceddy. He told me he'll meet me on the train tomorrow."
She was now looking at me with her eyebrows slightly raised, like she's just noticing me, and then abruptly turned away and hid her face behind her hair, leaving me confused.
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Alright who is this guy I am sitting with and where's the actual Harry James Potter?
I got a good look at his face, and... Wow. I turned around immediately, wanting these stupid butterflies to just go away.
What the hell Y/N? You've never let any guy make you feel this way before. And you're not gonna start now. Nope. Abort mission. Abort mission.
"No, it's not Y/N!" Hermione whisper shouted at me.
Annnnnd my best friend, Hermione Jean Granger, to the rescue.
"Honestly, I am amazed Harry wasn't expelled," said Hermione.
"So am I," admitted Harry. "Forget expelled, I thought I was going to be arrested."
I rolled my eyes at that.
Pfft. Drama queen.
He then looked at me and Ron. "Both of your dads don't know why Fudge let me off, do they?"
"No. Not really," I said. "He just said Fudge let you off because 'You're just a boy and you just lost control'- oh please, we all know you've been wanting to do that for years."
Harry, Ron, and Hermione chuckled.
"Probably 'cause it's you, isn't it?" shrugged Ron, still chuckling. "Famous Harry Potter and all that. I'd hate to see what the Ministry'd do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because Mum would've killed me."
"Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. We're staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too! So you can come to King's Cross with us tomorrow! Y/N and Hermione are there as well!"
I and Hermione nodded beaming. "Both of our parents dropped us off this morning with all our Hogwarts stuff!"
"Excellent!" said Harry happily smiling at me.
No. Go away butterflies. Shoo. Nobody wants you here. Out I say.
"So have you got all your new books and stuff?" said Harry.
"Look at this," said Ron pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. "Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, Willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. And we've got all our books-" He pointed at a large bag under his chair. "What about monster books, eh? The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted three."
"It almost bit Dad's nose off," I said shuddering at the memory. "If Ceddy hadn't pulled it off of him in time, Dad would've said goodbye to his nose."
"What's all that, Hermione? asked Harry, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her.
"Well, I am taking more subjects than you, aren't I?" said Hermione. "Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of magical creatures, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle studies-"
"What are you doing Muggle studies for?" asked Ron, rolling his eyes at me and Harry. "You're Muggle-born! Your mum and dad are Muggles! You already know all about Muggles!"
"But it'll be fascinating to study them from the Wizarding point of view," said Hermione earnestly.
"Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione?" asked Harry while Ron sniggered.
Hermione ignored them.
"I've still got ten Galleons," she said, checking her purse. "It's my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present."
"How about a nice book?" said Ron innocently.
"Oh, Or a pet?" I asked as her eyes lit up.
"Yes! I really want an owl. I mean, Harry's got Hedwig, You've got Ozwald and Ron's got Errol-"
"I haven't," said Ron. "Errol's a family owl. All I've got is Scabbers." He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket. "And I want to get him checked over," he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. "I don't think Egypt agreed with him."
"Why do you still keep it with you anyway?" I asked playfully. "I mean, it literally does nothing but sleep, eat and you know... sleep again. You're never happy with it. Why don't you just, I dunno, chuck it out of the window?"
Ron shrugged with a slight smile on his face.
"It's not like I haven't thought about it," he chuckled softly. "He was my first ever pet. I know they didn't exactly buy him for me but still, it means something y'know?"
"There's a magical creature shop just over there," said Harry. "You could see if they've got anything for Scabbers and Hermione can get her owl."
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"It's my rat," Ron said to the witch in the counter. "He's been a bit off-color since I brought him back from Egypt."
"Bang him on the counter," said the witch, pulling a pair of heavy black spectacles out of her pocket.
Ron lifted Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed him next to the cage of his fellow rats, who stopped their skipping tricks and scuffled to the wire for a better look.
As Ron was dealing with his rat problem, I walked over to the purple toads and started examining them. Harry joined me a few minutes later.
"Reminds me of Neville, don't you think?" I asked him.
"Yeah, Never thought I'd say this but I miss him."
I chuckled. "Spending the summer with those horrible muggles does that to you, I guess."
"Yeah, you have no idea how much I missed everything about magic," he said, looking into my eyes. "How much I missed playing Quidditch, spending time with Ron, Hermione......how much I missed you."
I smiled at him and hit his arm playfully.
"Oh, stop it, will you?" I said with a small laugh. "Don't lie to me. You were having fun at the Dursleys, Blowing up your aunt and everything."
"Oh, no. Don't remind me. You should've seen my uncle's face." He laughed with me.
"From what you've told me about him, I'd rather not."
I then stepped a little closer to him, staring into his emerald green eyes and felt my heartbeat quicken a little.
"And for your information, I missed you too. A lot."
"OUCH!"
We both heard Ron shout and moved away from each other. We turned around and rushed over to Ron and Hermione.
Ron buckled as something huge and orange came soaring from the top of the highest cage, landed on his head, spitting madly at Scabbers.
"NO, CROOKSHANKS! NO," cried the witch, but Scabbers shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door.
"Scabbers!" Ron shouted, racing out of the shop after him; Harry followed.
I and Hermione walked out of the Magical Menagerie. Hermione was carrying that enormous ginger cat as I followed behind her with my hands in my pocket, smirking amusingly at the thought of the drama that's about to happen.
We heard Ron and Harry's voice as we stepped into the crowded street.
"What was that?"
"It was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger," Harry said.
"Where's Y/N and Hermione?"
"Probably getting Hermione's owl-"
But as soon as the two of them noticed us and the cat in Hermione's hand, they stopped talking and walked over to us.
"You bought that monster?" said Ron, his mouth hanging open.
"He's gorgeous, isn't he?" said Hermione, glowing.
"Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me!"
"He didn't mean to, did you, Crookshanks?"
"And what about Scabbers?" said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. "He needs rest and relaxation! How's he going to get it with that thing around?"
"That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic," I said, slapping the small red bottle into Ron's hand.
"Stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, what's the problem? Poor Crookshanks, that witch said he'd been in there for ages; no one wanted him," said Hermione.
"I wonder why," said Ron sarcastically as we set off toward the Leaky Cauldron.
We found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar, reading the Daily Prophet.
"Harry!" he said, smiling as he looked up. "How are you?"
"Fine, thanks," Harry said as we joined Mr. Weasley with all their shopping.
Mr. Weasley put down his paper, and I saw the now-familiar picture of Sirius Black staring up at me.
"They still haven't caught him, then?" Harry asked.
"No," said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely grave. "They've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far."
"Would we get a reward if we caught him?" asked Ron. "It'd be good to get some more money-"
"Don't be ridiculous, Ron," said Mr. Weasley, who on closer inspection looked very strained. "Black's not going to be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard. It's the Azkaban guards who'll get him back, you mark my words."
Oh, Mr. Weasley, only if we were normal thirteen-year-old wizards and witches... I thought as all of the dangerous stuff the four of us had done in the past two years came to my mind.
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At that moment Mrs. Weasley entered the bar, laden with shopping bags and followed by the twins, Fred and George, who were about to start their fifth year at Hogwarts; the newly elected Head Boy, Percy; and the Weasleys' youngest child and only girl, Ginny.
Ginny, who had always been very taken with Harry, seemed even more heartily embarrassed than usual when she saw him, perhaps because he had saved her life during their previous year at Hogwarts.
She went very red and muttered "Hello" without looking at him.
Percy, however, held out his hand solemnly as though he and Harry had never met and said, "Harry. How nice to see you."
"Hello, Percy," said Harry, trying not to laugh.
"I hope you're well?" said Percy pompously, shaking hands. It was rather like being introduced to the mayor.
"Very well, thanks-"
"Harry!" said Fred, elbowing Percy out of the way and bowing deeply. "Simply splendid to see you, old boy-"
"Marvelous," said George, pushing Fred aside and seizing Harry's hand in turn. "Absolutely spiffing."
"Y/N!" said Fred as the (h/c) haired witch joined them. He took Y/N's hand.
"How fantastic it is to see you, little sister."
"Absolutely brilliant," added George as Y/N laughed.
Percy scowled.
"That's enough, now," said Mrs. Weasley.
"Mum!" said Fred as though he'd only just spotted her and seizing her hand too. "How really corking to see you-"
"I said, that's enough," said Mrs. Weasley, depositing her shopping in an empty chair.
"Hello, Harry, dear. I suppose you've heard our exciting news?" She pointed to the brand-new silver badge on Percy's chest. "Second Head Boy in the family!" she said, swelling with pride.
"And last," Fred muttered under his breath.
"I don't doubt that," said Mrs. Weasley, frowning suddenly. "I notice they haven't made you two prefects."
"What do we want to be prefects for?" said George, looking revolted at the very idea. "It'd take all the fun out of life."
Ginny giggled.
"You want to set a better example for your sister!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
"Ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, Mother," said Percy loftily. "I'm going up to change for dinner... "
He disappeared and George heaved a sigh.
"We tried to shut him in a pyramid," he told Harry and Y/N. "But Mum spotted us."
"Dang it," said Y/N while snapping her fingers in disappointment.
Dinner that night was a very enjoyable affair. Tom the innkeeper put three tables together in the parlor, and the seven Weasleys, Harry, Y/N, and Hermione ate their way through five delicious courses.
"How're we getting to King's Cross tomorrow, Dad?" asked Fred as they dug into a sumptuous chocolate pudding.
"The Ministry's providing a couple of cars," said Mr. Weasley.
Everyone looked up at him.
"Why?" said Percy curiously.
"It's because of you, Perce," said George seriously. "And there'll be little flags on the hoods, with HB on them-"
"-for Humongous Bighead," said Fred.
Everyone except Percy and Mrs. Weasley snorted into their pudding.
"Why is the Ministry providing cars, Father?" Percy asked again, in a dignified voice.
"Well, as we haven't got one anymore," said Mr. Weasley, "-and as I work there, they're doing me a favor-"
"Good thing, too," said Mrs. Weasley briskly. "Do you realize how much luggage you've all got between you? A nice sight you'd be on the Muggle Underground... You are all packed, aren't you?"
"Ron hasn't put all his new things in his trunk yet," said Percy, in a long-suffering voice. "He's dumped them on my bed."
"You'd better go and pack properly, Ron, because we won't have much time in the morning," Mrs. Weasley called down the table. Ron scowled at Percy.
After dinner, everyone felt very full and sleepy. One by one they made their way upstairs to their rooms to check their things for the next day.
Ron and Percy were next door to Harry. And Y/N's room was on the other side of them.
Harry had just closed and locked his own trunk when he heard angry voices through the wall, and went to see what was going on. At the exact moment, Y/N also came out of her room, wondering who in the bloody hell was shouting like a maniac.
The door of number twelve was ajar and Percy was shouting.
"It was here, on the bedside table, I took it off for polishing-"
"I haven't touched it, all right?" Ron roared back.
"What's up?" said Harry.
"Yeah, in case you two haven't noticed, you aren't the only people in this inn," said Y/N annoyed.
"My Head Boy badge is gone," said Percy, rounding on Harry and Y/N.
"So's Scabbers's rat tonic," said Ron, throwing things out of his trunk to look. "I think I might've left it in the bar-"
"You're not going anywhere till you've found my badge!" yelled Percy.
"I'll get Scabbers' stuff, I'm packed," Harry said to Ron.
"I'll help," said Y/N as they went downstairs.
Harry and Y/N were halfway along the passage to the bar, which was now very dark when they heard another pair of angry voices coming from the parlor.
A second later, they recognized them as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley's. Harry hesitated, not wanting them to know he'd heard them arguing, when the sound of his own name made him and Y/N stop, then move closer to the parlor door.
"...makes no sense not to tell him," Mr. Weasley was saying heatedly. "Harry's got a right to know. I've tried to tell Fudge, but he insists on treating Harry like a child. He's thirteen years old and-"
"Arthur, the truth would terrify him!" said Mrs. Weasley shrilly. "Do you really want to send Harry back to school with that hanging over him? For heaven's sake, he's happy not knowing!"
"I don't want to make him miserable, I want to put him on his guard!" retorted Mr. Weasley. "You know what Harry and Ron are like, wandering off by themselves- they've even ended up in the Forbidden Forest! And don't even get me started on Harry and Y/N! But Harry mustn't do that this year! When I think what could have happened to him that night he ran away from home! If the Knight Bus hadn't picked him up, I'm prepared to bet he would have been dead before the Ministry found him."
At that, Harry tensed up a little, shaking lightly. Y/N seemed to have sensed it as she slowly grabbed Harry's hand and interlocked their fingers, squeezing it lightly. Harry found himself calming down at her touch, he gave her a grateful look and squeezed her hand back.
"But he's not dead, he's fine, so what's the point-"
"Molly, they say Sirius Black's mad, and maybe he is, but he was clever enough to escape from Azkaban, and that's supposed to be impossible. It's been a month, and no one's seen hide nor hair of him, and I don't care what Fudge keeps telling the Daily Prophet, we're no nearer catching Black than inventing self-spelling wands. The only thing we know for sure is what Black's after-"
"But Harry will be perfectly safe at Hogwarts."
"We thought Azkaban was perfectly safe. If Black can break out of Azkaban, he can break into Hogwarts."
"But no one's really sure that Black's after Harry-"
There was a thud on wood, and Harry and Y/N were sure Mr. Weasley had banged his fist on the table.
"Molly, how many times do I have to tell you? They didn't report it in the press because Fudge wanted it kept quiet, but Fudge went out to Azkaban the night Black escaped. The guards told Fudge that Black's been talking in his sleep for a while now. Always the same words: 'He's at Hogwarts... he's at Hogwarts.' Black is deranged, Molly, and he wants Harry dead. If you ask me, he thinks murdering Harry will bring You-Know-Who back to power. Black lost everything the night Harry stopped You-Know-Who, and he's had twelve years alone in Azkaban to brood on that..."
There was a silence. Harry and Y/N leaned still closer to the door, desperate to hear more, their faces almost touching in the process.
"Well, Arthur, you must do what you think is right. But you're forgetting Albus Dumbledore. I don't think anything could hurt Harry at Hogwarts while Dumbledore's headmaster. I suppose he knows about all this?"
"Of course he knows. We had to ask him if he minds the Azkaban guards stationing themselves around the entrances to the school grounds. He wasn't happy about it, but he agreed."
"Not happy? Why shouldn't he be happy, if they're there to catch Black?"
"Dumbledore isn't fond of the Azkaban guards," said Mr. Weasley heavily. "Nor am I, if it comes to that... but when you're dealing with a wizard like Black, you sometimes have to join forces with those you'd rather avoid."
"If they save Harry-"
"-then I will never say another word against them," said Mr. Weasley wearily.
"It's late, Molly, we'd better go up... "
The pair heard chairs move. As quietly as they could, they hurried down the passage to the bar and out of sight.
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In the staff room:
Dumbles: SEVERUS DID YOU SEE? THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS! HANDS, MINERVA, HANDS!
McGonagall: Albus for the last time, they are 13-
Snape to McGonagall: . . . . Is he aware that I actually bet against them?
McGonagall: .....
McGonagall: I don't suppose he is.
Snape: Well, it's good. Because now no matter what happens I'd win the bet either way.
McGonagall: .....
McGonagall: ALBUS! 50 GALLEONS!
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Author's note༊
We're going home next chapter weeeeee
~Maddie Potter Diggory Zabini Weasley Scamander Wood Thomas
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