Bloodline | Harry Potter x Reader [DISCONTINUED]

Third Year~Chapter One

(Y/N)'s POV

It was evening. I was sitting at the dining table, parchment in front of me, quill in my hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic, by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against a glass. I moved the tip of my eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as I looked for something that could help me write my essay, 'Witch-Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless – discuss'.

My quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph and I read:

Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognising it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burnt so much that she allowed herself to be caught no fewer than forty-seven times in various disguises.

I dipped my quill into the ink bottle and began to write, pausing every now and then to listen, because Dad was supposed to be home by now. When I had finally completed my essay, I heard the beating of wings and rush of air. A large eagle had swooped in through the window, which I had purposely left open, and landed by the door.

The eagle transformed into Dad.

'Sorry I'm so late,' he said. 'The Ministry is really putting a strain on us Aurors, now that Sirius Black is on the loose. I've been searching for him from up above, but it's been hopeless so far.'

'I thought you're unregistered,' I raised an eyebrow. 'If the Ministry finds out you're an Animagus, you'll be thrown into Azkaban.'

'But they won't find out,' Dad winked and sat down at the table with me. 'History of Magic homework? I always found those lesson very boring.'

'They're dreadful. But I've finally finished all of my homework!' I cheered and Dad laughed.

As the sky got darker, the air got colder. I stood up to close the window and saw (O/N) perched outside with another owl that I didn't recognise. The unknown owl was holding a letter, which it was obviously supposed to bring inside, but seemed to be busy hooting at (O/N).

'Stop distracting all the owls, (O/N)!' I called out. 'They're supposed to be doing their job!'

At the sound of my voice, the two owls turned their heads towards me. I beckoned them inside and untied the message from the other owl's leg. It was a letter from Hogwarts. Noticing that it was thicker than usual, I slit open the envelope, pulled out the first page of parchment within and read:

Dear Miss (L/N),

Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross Station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven o'clock.

Third-years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade at certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign.

A list of books for next year is enclosed.

Yours sincerely,

Professor M. McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress

'Ooh, Hogsmeade,' I said, showing the letter to Dad. 'Can I go?'

'I don't know ...' he frowned and seemed to be thinking. 'I don't think it will be very safe ...'

'Safe from what?' I was trying to stop myself from sounding annoyed. 'It's not like Voldemort is going to jump out at me in the village. Dumbledore said he's in Albania.'