Harry x F!Reader {Year 2}

Gone Rogue

Your p.o.v.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I are in the library.

Ron, Harry, and I were waiting for 'Mione in a corner of the library.

She comes with "Moste Potente Potions".

"Here it is, the Polyjuice Potion." She said.

I look over her shoulder and read, "Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another."

"You mean, if Harry and I drink that stuff, we'll turn into Crabbe and Goyle?" Ron asked.

"Yes." Hermione and I confirmed.

The boys looked at each other with grins on their faces.

"Wicked. Malfoy will tell us anything." Ron said.

"Exactly, but it's tricky." Hermione said, glancing at the book.

"I've never seen a more complicated potion, have you?" Hermione asked me.

I playfully scoffed, "Don't you remember who my father is?"

She playfully rolled her eyes at me.

"Well, how long will it take to make?" Harry asked us.

I looked at Harry, "A month."

"A month?! But, Hermione, Y/n. . . if Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin, he could attack half the Muggle-borns in the school by then!"

"We know, Harry. But this is the only plan we have." I told him.

We left the library.

We were making our way to the Great Hall before Harry had to go to his quidditch match.

I sat with them at the Gryffindor table.

"You coming to the game, Y/n?" Ron asked me.

I sighed and shook my head, "No, I don't think so."

"You should come to cheer me on." Harry said.

I smiled at him, "Maybe it's better that I don't play, then you have a better chance at winning."

"I'm better than you." Harry said.

"Oh ho, a challenge!" I exclaimed.

"Scared, Snape?" Harry mocked Malfoy.

"In your dreams, Pottah." I mocked back.

We gave each other wicked grins and shook hands.

"As much fun it is to watch you guys challenge each other, mate, you have to get ready." Ron told Harry.

"Right." Harry nodded.

The boys left to get ready.

Well, for Harry to get ready.

"When are you going to tell them?" Hermione whispered to me.

I shrugged, "I don't know. I will tell them soon."

"They're your friends, they need to know." Hermione said.

"And you're my friend too. You should know that I'm still processing the fact that my Dad is really not my Dad at all." I told her.

Why won't she understand.

"At least tell Harry, that way he knows he isn't alone about not knowing his parents." Hermione said.

I looked down, wondering if Harry caught what I told those Muggles at the train station.

"What?" Hermione asked me, knowing something is up.