𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗢𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗣𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘅 | Harry Potter x Male Reader

•Enduring•

[Thought ]
[Spell ]
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Y/N paled, upon hearing that.

He gulped, trying to find an excuse, as Harry raised a brow, looking at him suspiciously.

Y/N: Oh, ehm... I... Cut myself by accident.
He lied, and immediately hating himself for it.

He hated lying to Harry.

Harry: Did she hurt you?
He asked.

Y/N: Pfft, no, of course not.
He said, lying again.

Harry: Than what did you do with her?
He asked.

Y/N: Lines. Just lines.
He said, looking away.

Harry raised a brow.
Harry:Just... Lines...? For 3 hours straight?
He asked.

Y/N: Yeah.
He simply said.

He wanted to tell him the truth.
He really wanted to, but he just couldn't.
He would've just made him worry.

Y/N put Snowball down.
Harry: You look pale, Y/N. You've been like this since we arrived.
He said, looking at him worriedly.

Y/N: It's nothing, really. I'm just tired, that's all.
He said.

Harry sighed, nodding, as they both headed to the dorm.

Everyone was sleeping peacefully.

Y/N laid down.
Y/N: Good Night, Harry.
He said.

Harry: 'Night.
He said, both of them slowly drifting to sleep.

Days went by, and Y/N's first week of detention was over.

He still had one more to go, but he tried his best to stay positive.

His hand now hurt all the time, and after 4 days of detention, the healing process started slowing down, to the point where it almost couldn't heal at all anymore.

He had to cast his spell almost three times a day, just to make sure his hand wouldn't start to bleed again.

He was slowly starting to go insane.

He had lots of homeworks to do, but detentions took away too much of his time, and he always ended up staying awake all night in the common room, trying his best to do as much homeworks as he could.

But by doing that, he now wasn't sleeping at all and started falling asleep during classes, getting scolded daily, and cursing himself for it.

But even if it was hard, he wasn't going to give Umbridge the satisfaction of seeing him beg for mercy.

On the other hand, Harry was seriously starting to worry.

But he couldn't spend too much time with Y/N, due to his Quidditch Practice, especially now that the team needed a new Keeper.

Currently, Y/N was returning to the Common Room from Detention.

Y/N: Two more days... Two more days and I'll be free...
He thought, as he held his bleeding hand.

But then, turning a corner he bumped into someone, landing on his butt, as blood stained the floor.

Y/N: Ow.
He muttered, looking up.

In front of him stood Ron, holding a broom.
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