𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐒! | Harry Potter x Reader

thirty-one

"Look who's back!"

The parents are overly excited about having their kids back this year. I am too, to be fair. We're throwing a christmas party at Grimmauld Place, and i know how much my dad's missed this.

"Hey, kiddo," my dad greets Ben, hugging him tight. They share a moment, basically full of thank you and i love yous.

Hermione and JJ settle in together pretty swiftly, unpacking and stuff. Ron joins his family, while Emma is staying with her family - not here with us unfortunately.

"We all have a bunch of things to do this christmas!" Sirius smiled, "But first, how's my lovely couple?"

He turned to Harry and i, asking. Ben glares at us - he knows exactly what's going on now, after i've explained it to him. And he doesn't quite like it. So does Hermione.

"You've got the whole school fooled!" Hermione shouted, "Well, everyone except me - i kind of figured."

"You figured?"

"Yeah, there's no way Harry would show that much PDA."

"I don't like what's going on here," Ben chimed in, pacing around, "You catch feelings easily, Y/n. Don't you think this is a bad idea?"

"No!" i replied, "Listen, you can't tell anyone about this, okay? This stays between us."

Ben came closer towards me, and placed his hands on my shoulder. He let out a sigh, pressing his lips together.

"This isn't going to end well," he advised, "You have to break it off soon."

He was right. This isn't going to end well. But i can't let Harry go. I'm not ready, not now.

"We're fine, we're happy," Harry replies – with a really cute goofy grin on his face. He leans in towards Sirius and tells him, "It's going really well."

No it's not.

We all move to the living room, where we find Moony, who is sitting on the sofa, browsing through a box.

He pulls out a mixtape, and a smile appears on his face as he reads the writing on it.

"Swiftwing," he calls. My dad turns around, and Moony throws the mixtape to him, which fortunately, he catches. "Found your old mixtape with Prongs."

My dad looks down at it – smiling, but tears start escaping his face.

"He really liked this," my dad says, holding back his tears, but it's no use. He then turns to Harry, forcing a smile, "Your dad really liked this, you know, Harry."

I place my hand on Harry's back, comforting him as we watch my dad walk towards a radio and plays the mixtape.

"Hey! It's Prongs," a voice from the radio could be heard, and Harry's eyes light up.

"Is that–" he starts, but can't finish his question – as tears start flowing down from his eyes.

"Yes," Sirius replies, nodding, "Yes, Harry, that is your dad.

"And Swiftwing!" another voice shouts.

"Ah yes, of course, can't forget Swiftwing," James Potter chuckles. "Anyways, we found a really good song and decided to make this – so maybe when we're old we can hear this with our kids – which hopefully are dating."

"Fingers crossed," my dad says from the radio, "This song is really good too – a muggle song it is. Funny how two teenage purebloods came across this. But we've decided to declare it as.."