The Lost One: Harry Potter x Fem!reader

8

‘Umbridge has been reading your mail, Harry. There’s no other explanation.’

‘You think Umbridge attacked Hedwig?’ he said, outraged.

‘I’m almost certain of it,’ said Hermione grimly. ‘Watch your frog, it’s escaping.’

Harry pointed his wand at the bullfrog that had been hopping
hopefully towards the other side of the table – ‘Accio!’ – and it zoomed
gloomily back into his hand.

Charms was always one of the best lessons in which to enjoy a private chat; there was generally so much movement and activity that the danger of being overheard was very slight. Today, with the room full of croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a heavy downpour of rain clattering and pounding against the classroom windows, Harry, Y/n, Ron and Hermione’s whispered discussion about how Umbridge had nearly caught Sirius went quite unnoticed.

‘I’ve been suspecting this ever since Filch accused you of ordering
Dungbombs, because it seemed such a stupid lie,’ Hermione whispered.
‘I mean, once your letter had been read it would have been quite clear
you weren’t ordering them, so you wouldn’t have been in trouble at all –
it’s a bit of a feeble joke, isn’t it? But then I thought, what if somebody just wanted an excuse to read your mail? Well then, it would be a perfect way for Umbridge to manage it – tip off Filch, let him do the dirty work and confiscate the letter, then either find a way of stealing it from him or else demand to see it – I don’t think Filch would object, when’s he ever stuck up for a student’s rights? Harry, you’re squashing your frog.’

Y/n glanced over, her mouth open wide from the long explanation.

Harry looked down; he was indeed squeezing his bullfrog so tightly its eyes were popping; he replaced it hastily upon the desk.

‘It was a very, very close call last night,’ said Y/n. ‘I just wonder if Umbridge knows how close it was. Silencio.’

The bullfrog on which she was practising her Silencing Charm was
struck dumb mid-croak and glared at her reproachfully, but she stuck her tongue back out.

‘If she’d caught Snuffles –’, Hermione began.

Harry finished the sentence for her.
‘– He’d probably be back in Azkaban this morning.’ He waved his wand without really concentrating; his bullfrog swelled like a green balloon and emitted a high-pitched whistle.

‘Silencio!’ said Hermione hastily, pointing her wand at Harry’s frog, which deflated silently before them. ‘Well, he mustn’t do it again, that’s all. I just don’t know how we’re going to let him know. We can’t send him an owl.’

‘I don’t reckon he’ll risk it again,’ said Ron. ‘He’s not stupid, he knows she nearly got him. Silencio.’

'Ron... it's Sirius... of course he'll risk it again,' said Y/n as the large and ugly raven in front of him let out a derisive caw.

‘Silencio. SILENCIO!’

The raven cawed more loudly.

‘It’s the way you’re moving your wand,’ said Hermione, watching
Ron critically, ‘you don’t want to wave it, it’s more a sharp jab.’

‘Ravens are harder than frogs,’ said Ron testily.

‘Fine, let’s swap,’ said Y/n, seizing Ron’s raven and replacing
it with her own fat bullfrog. ‘Silencio!’

The raven continued to open and
close its sharp beak, but no sound came out.

‘Very good, Miss Y/l/n!’ said Professor Flitwick’s squeaky little voice, making Harry, Y/n, Ron and Hermione all jump. ‘Now, let me see you try, Mr Weasley.’