Mon Amour | Harry Potter x Y/n Black

Music

"Song requests?"

Y/n's POV:

Well, I guess I don't have to go collect Harry anymore for "punishment" because the Dursleys know I'm a Witch now.

That was a stupid lie I can't believe they bought it.

Harry's allowed out now which is great, but he has to be back at the same time or before Dudley, his awful muggle cousin.

Trixy puts two ham and cheese sandwiches in a bag and I place two bottles of butterbeer in the bag.

One great thing about living with wizards is that you get butterbeer all year round.

I've come to know a lot about the muggle world and it's very fascinating to me.

Isn't it so cool that muggles think of the little muggle children and they build structures in public for them to play on?

They're call playgrounds which makes sense.

There is one in Little Whinning and Harry likes to hang out there for some reason.

He says it helps him think.

I don't know why he wants to have free time to think.

I mean, when something stressful happens, I try to make it so there's no time for me to think about it.

Like, why do you want to sit around and think about Voldemort returning?

I don't get him sometimes.

"Thanks Trixy."

"It was my pleasure Miss." Trixy says and bows.

I grab the bag with the snacks along with my music player and head out.

I don't have to tell Bailey and John about me going out anymore.

I do however have a curfew of 10:30.

I walk along the sidewalk of the deserted street.

No one really goes out anymore.

The skies are always grey.

I do however like the cool air when it's like this.

I put one earbud in and click play.

I haven't listened to all of Olivia's new songs in Guts Spilled yet.

I walk down the road and reach the playground where only three children play.

Harry is sitting on the swing as usual.

I sit on the one next to him and open my bag.

"Here,"

I hand him his sandwich and bottle of butterbeer.

"Thanks."

"I bought a new set of music yesterday. I thought you would like it."

"Who is it?"

"This muggle artist, Conan Gray. His music wasn't too bad actually."

(A/n: Let's be honest, it's too late for me to follow the correct time line so we're just gonna roll with it.)

"Well let's listen to it then."

I take out the music already in my player and put in the Kid Crow album.

Me and Harry each put an earbud in.

Maniac starts playing and I pay attention to the lyrics.

Tell all of your friends that I'm crazy and drive you mad
That I'm such a stalker, a watcher, a psychopath
And tell them you hate me and dated me just for laughs
So, why do you call me and tell me you want me back?
You maniac