Find Who You Are ( Harry Potter x Male Reader ) [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 114

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Y/n's P.O.V.
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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I all sit on the Hogwarts Express, Hermione reading a book, Ron playing with Harry's Invisibility Cloak and Harry blabbing about what we saw, while I pet Nyx calmly.

"Don't you see, it was a ceremony. An initiation." Harry explains.

Hermione tries to end this conversation, saying, "Stop, Harry, I know where you're going with this-"

Harry cuts her off and states, "It's happened. He's one of them."

"One of what?" Ron questions Harry.

I roll my eyes and respond, "A Death Eater, you idiot."

Ron glares at me, his lips twitching upwards betraying the harshness of the glare.

"You're barking. What would You Know Who want with a sod like Malfoy?" Ron asks incredulously.

"So what's he doing in Borgin and Burkes? Browsing for furniture?" Harry inquires.

Ron simply states, "It's a creepy shop. He's a creepy bloke."

"Look. His Father's a Death Eater. It only makes sense. Besides, Hermione saw it. With her own eyes." Harry says.

I frown at the brushing over of Kiara, they all think she's either just an accessory or already a Death Eater. I do not like either thoughts.

Hermione informs Harry, "I told you. I don't know what I saw."

Harry looks to me for comfort, but I meet his gaze with a haunted look, thinking over my past with Kiara and everything she's ever done.

He rises and snatches his cloak from Ron's hands, telling us, "I need some air."

He swiftly leaves us. My heart twinges with guilt but I do not have the energy to deal with Harry's plans and theories right now.

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Hermione, Ron, and I step out into the crowded aisle, trying to leave the Hogwarts Express.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asks us.

Ron shrugs and replies, "Probably on the platform. C'mon."

We weave through the crowd onto the platform. We get searched like we are in a Muggle airport, and it takes forever. Not finding Harry and not wanting to miss the carriages, we board them, hoping that Harry will be on one too.

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Ron, Hermione, and I now sit in the Great Hall, eating our dinners. Well, more like Ron shoveling food into his mouth and me eating politely, while Hermione sits worried, her food untouched.

Ron reassures Hermione with a full mouth of food, "Don' you worry. He'll be 'long soon 'nuff."

Hermione whacks Ron as she says, "Will. You. Stop. Eating! Your best friend is missing!"

"And Y/n! Your...lover, is missing!" Hermione exclaims.

"Oi! Turn around, you lunatic." Ron tells Hermione.

Hermione and I turn around to find Harry and Luna walking towards us. The light of the Great Hall, Harry's blood splattered face is seen. My face drops but Harry's smile keeps me from worrying too much.

I complain, "He's covered in blood again. Why is it that he is always covered in blood?"

"Looks like his own this time." Ron comments.

Harry gets to us and Hermione asks him, "Where've you been, Harry? And what happened to your face?"

"Later. What've I missed?" Harry inquires us.

Ron shrugs, still eating as he saying, "Sorting Hat urged us all to be brave and strong in these troubled times, easy for it to say, it's a hat isn't it? First years seemed to enjoy it, though. Wankers. Filch give you the wand outside?"

Harry nods. I wet a napkin and get up, going over to Harry and gently wiping the blood off of his face. Harry smiles slightly and blushes at me, I grin back with my own blush.

"Thanks, Y/n." Harry says to me.

I scoff and tell him, "As if I would let my love walk around with blood all over his face."

Just then, the light in the Great Hall dims, I quickly make my way back to my seat and all eyes turn to Dumbledore. He stands at the top of the Hall, ashen hand raised to the enchanted ceiling, where clouds gathered respond to his gestures and shroud a gleaming full moon.

"What happened to his hand?" Hermione whispers to me.

I nod and respond, "That's what I was wondering."

"The very best of evenings to you! First off, please join me in welcoming the newest member of our staff, Horace Slughorn." Dumbledore starts off.

There is mild applause, myself clapping along for him.

Dumbledore announces, "Professor Slughorn, I'm happy to say, has agreed to assume his old post of Potions Master. Meanwhile the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts will be assumed by Professor Snape."

Oh, that's good for him. I believe Snape has always longed to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. Not many people share my sentiments and all are stunned into silence. Dumbledore tries to generate applause by clapping himself, and the Slytherins join in along with some dim witted first years.

"Now, as you know, each and every one of you were searched upon your arrival tonight. You have a right to know why... There once was a boy who, like you, sat in this very Hall. Walked in this Castle's corridors. Slept beneath its roof. He seemed, to all the world, a student like any other. His name? Tom Riddle. Today, of course, the world knows him by another name. Which is why, as I stand looking out upon you all tonight, I am reminded by a very sobering fact. Each day, every hour, this very minute perhaps, dark forces attempt to penetrate this Castle. But in the end, their greatest weapon remains...you. Just something to keep in mind. Now, off to bed. Pip pip!" Dumbledore finishes his speech, stunning the students into silence.

I look to Kiara, who is sitting far away from Christopher and I, and find our eyes connecting. My anger in her immediately wavers and I am sure I look like a wounded puppy. Kiara's eyes flash with regret but she quickly ducks her head, a curtain of curls covering her face.

As we all rise from our seats Ron sarcastically says, "That was cheerful."

But I do not pay him any mind, my thoughts resting on the regret in her eyes... Maybe, just maybe, once the Malfoy's are out of the picture, I can some day get back my beloved little sister.