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Harry's P.O.V
"Beautiful day," says Hermione as she, Ron, (y/n) and I walk out of castle's foyer and outdoors to Hagrid's hut.
"Gorgeous!" Ron says in an overly cheery voice. "Unless of course, you've been ripped to pieces!"
"Ripped to pieces?" I ask. "What are you talking about?"
(y/n) makes an exaggerated facepalm. "Why would you ask? Why couldn't you just smile and nod, smile and nod?"
"Ronald has lost his rat," Hermione says shaking her head in disappointment.
"I haven't lost anything," Ron argues.
"Rubbish," Hermione retorts.
"Harry-"
"Don't bring me into this!"
"Harry," Ron repeats, "You've seen the way that bloodthirsty beast of hers is always lurking about. And Scabbers is gone."
"Ok, in the ruddy old cat's defense, how many times have you lost that rat this year?" (y/n) asks turning around to face Ron.
The rest of us stop walking and look at Ron expectantly. Hermione taps her foot impatiently. "Well?" She asks arms crossed.
Ron looks around hesitantly. "Doesn't matter."
"Tsk, tsk. Maybe you just need to take better care of your pets," Hermione says as she continues walking.
Ron starts charging after her. "Your cat killed him!"
"Did not!"
"Did!"
"Didn't."
(y/n) rolls her eyes as she reluctantly walks after them. "I'll bet you three chocolate frogs the cat ate it."
"You're on, Riddle," I say shaking her hand in agreement.
She smirks and raises her eyebrows quickly before turning around and skipping after the bickering couple. Hermione was right it truly is a beautiful day. We just have different opinions on what makes it beautiful.
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We spend the rest of our walk as we usually do, Ron and Hermione arguing, (y/n) skipping about and appreciating the surroundings around her, and me, appreciating the "surroundings" around me. Eventually Ron and Hermione stop shouting at each other when (y/n) threatens to curse both their pets by turning them into a random inanimate objects so that they'll never know what their pets are. She's a transfiguration master. We get to Hagrid's hut only to find that he isn't home. Hermione suggests the black lake, one of his favorite spots. So the four of us walk over to it and find our large friend silently skipping rocks. I lean against one of the larger rocks and (y/n) pulls herself up so that she's sitting on the same rock.
"How did it go, Hagrid?" She asks. "The hearing?"
Hagrid had to have a hearing, that was ordered after Mr. Malfoy found out about Draco's scuffle with Buckbeak. The whole thing is absolute rubbish in my opinion. It was Draco's own fault he got struck by Buckbeak. But because Draco's father works at the ministry, he had the power to call a hearing, and Hagrid's job was on the line. Hence the reason we're all here, to cheer him up, if needed that is.
"Well, first off, the committee members took turns talking about why we 're there. N' then I got up n' did my piece said 'ow Buckbeak was a good hippogriff, always cleaned his feathers. N' then, Lucius Malfoy got up. Well you can imagine. He said Buckbeak was a deadly and dangerous creature who would kill you as soon as look at you."
"And then?" Hermione asks cautiously.
"And then he asked for the worst, did ol'Lucius."
"They're not sacking you," Ron says.
"No, I'm not sacked," Hagrid skips another stone before I hear him sniff and wipe his eyes. "Buckbeak's been sentenced to death!" He yells his voice breaking.
The four of us exchange glances not quite sure knowing what to do. Before any of us can say something, (y/n) jumps off the rock. "No!" She says. "No, no he's not. What brainless idiot passed that through?"
"The minister himself," Hagrid whines. "I tried everything, it's useless."
"Well, not if I have anything to do with it," she says stomping off.
"What are you going to do?" Ron yells after her.
"I don't know... But I'm going to do something!" She says.
"You're crazy," I say after her admirably.
She turns around with a slight smile. "You of all people should be coming with me," she says. "You know what it's like riding a hippogriff, how many can say they've done that?" Ron and Hermione watch me expectantly. I look from them, to Hagrid, to (y/n). "Don't let him die, Harry."
"You're right," I say and walk up to her.
"There you go, you're crazy too," she says.
"Ok, I'm with you guys, but what are you going to do?" Hermione asks. "You've got to be realistic here."
But Hermione's words go right over (y/n)'s head as she continues walking towards the castle. I follow her and watch as she tries to think of a solution. After a few minutes she draws in a breath and her eyes go wide.
"What'd you think of?" I ask.
"I'll come up with an excuse to talk to Dumbledore. Talk to him about my parents or something. When he sees me I'll tell him that he can't let them kill Buckbeak. And I can be very convincing. You know that."
"Very true," I admit. "So where do I come in?"
"You make sure Snape doesn't see me," she replies almost immediately.
"Why?" I ask.
"Well, nothing... It's just....You know how Hermione said he's in charge of mail?"
"(y/n). What did you do?" I ask starting to get confused.
"It's nothing," she shrugs.
I stop walking and grab onto her sweater sleeve. "(y/n)."
She looks at me for a second hesitantly when she sighs and runs her hand through her hair. "Ok, well I'm not supposed to be in touch with my mother, it's kind of, er-"
"Kind of what?" I urge.
"Illegal."
"What?" I yell.
"I didn't know it was illegal, I thought I could do it. People in Azkaban aren't allowed to be in contact with people outside of Azkaban, they're not allowed to be in contact with people period. I don't know how she's been contacting me this whole time. Evil genius I suppose," she jokes.
"How are you laughing about this? (y/n), you broke the law! What if Snape finds out?" I exclaim.
"I know, Harry. Just... Just let me handle it. Ok? For all I know, Snape didn't even notice. Maybe they'll just take away my mailing privileges, it's going to be ok."
I look at her not completely believing her but what choice do I have? "Fine. I'll keep an eye out for Snape... But (y/n), be careful."
"Ok, ok. Now eyes on the prize, let's go save that Hippogriff," she says going back to her ecstatic self and jogging up to the castle.
Once we get into the castle, the plan begins. I walk behind her keeping watch for Snape as she walks towards the transfiguration room.
"What are we doing here?" I ask.
"Well, all students need to permission to see Dumbledore and McGonagall kinda loves me so she's our best option."
"You're pretty clever, Riddle."
"Thanks, Potter,"
When we arrive at McGongall's room, (y/n) knocks on the already opened door so that McGongall knows we're there. She looks up and quickly springs from her chair when she sees (y/n). "Oh, Miss Riddle. I've been looking everywhere for you."
(y/n) tilts her head in confusion. "Oh? Well, er, I was just wondering if I could talk to Dumbledore. Today. Now."
"Yes, yes! He's expecting you, best go now," she says with a bit of a sympathetic glance.
"Ok?" She says slowly. "Well uh, thank you then."
We turn out of her room and walk towards Dumbledore's office in silence. Neither of us want to know why McGongall acted the way she did nor why Dumbledore's expecting her, especially after what she just told me.
"Why is he expect-"
"I don't know," she snaps.
"Sorry," I mumble.
"No... No don't be, I'm sorry. I'm just... I'm just-"
"Worried?"
"No," she says as she bites her lip, which signals to me that she, is in fact, worried.
As we get to the familiar griffin entrance (y/n) takes a deep breath as she walks up the stairs. Dumbledore must've been hoping she would come by because no one had to say the password for the staircase to appear. I wait for five minutes, then ten, fifteen, twenty, after thirty I start to worry. Another fifteen minutes later, I hear talking from up the stairs. I jump up from my spot on the floor and face the anticipation of if she did it or not. But instead of seeing her come skipping down the stairs, she walks slowly, tears in her eyes, Snape and Dumbledore on either side of her and behind them, the... Whoa, whoa, whoa... The Minister?
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