Pitiful Memories (Yandere H.P Various x Reader)

(2 : 12) The Chamber of Secrets { 29 }

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"Listen up now. We play our game, Hufflepuff doesn't stand a chance. We're stronger, quicker, smarter." Wood told the team as we began exiting the tent,

"Not to mention they're dead scared Harry'll Petrify them if they fly anywhere near Y/n." George added sneakily, earning a good smack from me.

"That too," Said Wood, sighing.

We were just about to enter the pitch when Professor McGonagall came half-marching, half-running towards us, blocking our entrance. My heart dropped like a stone.

"Professor McGonagall?"

"This match has been cancelled," Professor McGonagall told us as people began filing out of the stands from behind McGonagall. Oliver Wood, looking devastated began arguing, seemingly having lost half of his ability to speak English.

"But Professor!" he shouted. "We've got to play ... the Cup ... Gryffindor ..." Wood was so devastated that he had gone mental, so I took over.

"Cancelled!? They can't cancel Quidditch!" I shouted. Professor McGonagall ignored both Wood and me,

"Professor, quidditch! Cancel, can't! No can cancel! Quidditch play, we got have to play, quidditch, cancel, no!"

"Silence, Wood! You will return to Gryffindor Tower now. Y/n, you and I will find Mr. Weasley and Mr Potter. There's something the three of you need to see."

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Harry and Ron followed Professor McGonagall and me back into the school and up the marble staircase.

"I warn you. This will be a bit of a shock," said Professor McGonagall in a surprisingly gentle voice as we approached the hospital wing.

Professor McGonagall pushed the door open and Harry, Ron, and I entered. Madam Pomfrey was bending over a girl who was lying stiff as a rock. The girl on the bed was -

"Hermione!" I gasped. Hermione lay utterly still, her eyes open and glassy.

"She was found near the library," said Professor McGonagall. "I don't suppose either of you can explain this? It was on the floor next to her ..." She was holding up a small, circular mirror. We shook our heads, still staring at Hermione.