The Red Head Who Stole My Heart ~?Ron Weasley x Reader?~ (Book 1; Year 1)

Chapter 8

After we were finally sent back to our rooms, Harry began telling us what actually happened to him in the forest while we were gone.

"You mean, You-Know-Who's out there, right now, in the forest?" Hermione asks Harry, seating herself in one of the Common Room armchairs. Harry nods, "Except he's weak. Living off of the Unicorns. Don't you see? We had it wrong," he continued, standing as Ron and I sit on the couch beside one another, "Snape doesn't want the stone for himself. He wants the stone for Voldemort. With the elixir of life, Voldemort will be strong again. He'll- He'll come back." He finishes, nervously pacing a bit as he speaks before landing himself into the armchair opposite Hermione.

"B-But if he comes back, you don't think he'll try to kill you, do you?" Ron asks, a bit too optimistic. "I think if he'd had the chance, he might have tried to kill me tonight," Harry grimly responds as Ron's eyes widen and he gulps, "And to think I've been worrying about my potions final." I try to hide my smile at his worry, staring into the fire as they all spoke.

"Hang on. We're forgetting one thing," Hermione perks up. We look over at her, interests piqued, "Who's the one wizard Voldemort always feared?"

We glance between each other and shrug, clueless. "Dumbledore! As long as Dumbledore's around, Harry, you're safe. As long as Dumbledore's around, you can't be touched. You're safe." She points out happily. I furrow my eyebrows, as that doesn't seem very plausible, "But what if he isn't around, like tonight? Dumbledore wasn't near Harry whatsoever and if it wasn't for Firenze then Harry would probably be dead." I retort, looking back at her.

"True, but if he'd learn how to protect himself with spells, then he'd also be okay just so until he would have a chance to get away," Hermione responds, nodding to herself a bit. "Well then, you know what that means, Harry. You've got to learn how to cast them," I say and Harry sighs, nodding.

With that, we all retire to our dormitories, physically exhausted after our adventure.

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"I've always heard that Hogwarts' end-of-year exams were quite frightful, but I found out that rather enjoyable," Hermione says happily, sounding a bit too full of herself. "Speak for yourself," Ron says, a bit defeated as his tie hangs undone around his neck.

Harry's a bit quiet, squinting his eyes shut as if his head hurts and I ask, "You okay, Harry?" I tilt my head, looking up from beside him.

"My scar, it keeps burning." He responds, wincing as he touches his forehead. "It's happened before, hasn't it?" Hermione asks. "Yes, but not like this." He mutters again. Ron looks over me at Harry, shrugging and suggesting, "Maybe you should go and see the nurse?" I look up at Harry, nodding along.

"I think it's a warning.. Wouldn't it mean danger's coming?" He asks himself, looking down at me. "Uh...I think?" I shrug one shoulder, "I sure hope not though." I nervously shake my head, glancing back at the other two. Harry looks up, causing us all to stop. "Oh, of course!" Harry exclaims as he's just realized something.

We quickly follow behind as he begins walking again and Hermione asks, "What is it?" Harry slows down a bit and explains, "Isn't it odd that what Hagrid wants more than anything is a dragon and a stranger turns up who just happens to have one? I mean, how many people walk around with dragon eggs in their pocket? Why didn't I see it before?!" He picks up the pace once again and runs towards Hagrid's hut while we follow him as quickly as we can. 

Hagrid's playing the flute and he glances up, putting it down while we approach. "Hagrid, who gave you the dragon egg?" Harry says, stopping in front of the man, trying to catch his breath. Hermione peers around, cautious of what happened before, when Hagrid says, "I dunno? Never saw 'is face, 'e kept 'is hood up."  He tries to calmly begin playing again when Harry interrupts him once again, "This stranger, though, you and him must've talked."