Harry Potter females x reader

M7. Hermione x Bellatrix's Son!reader

It was Christmas Eve and nothing was stirring, not even a mouse, well maybe not nothing. Y/n was tossing and turning in his sleep. The boy was plagued by night terrors, Christmas always made it worse. Y/n had been taken from his mother at age two, on Christmas Day no less. Sure Bellatrix was a mad women but she was a good mother. Y/n loved his mother. Bellatrix had loved him, she had taken care of him. The Aurors had thought y/n would be to young to remember anything. They had been so wrong. Christmas Eve was always the worst night of the year. He had the terrors of everyone he loved being dragged away from him. Being dragged away by the scar faced man. The scar faced man with the weird eye. Bellatrix had loved her baby, she had cried every night in Askaban. Bella tossed and turned every night.

Hermione looked over at the boy lying next to her, y/n was tossing and turning. He was sweating cold and his face was screwed up. Her boyfriend was staying with her for Christmas. Y/n had never told Hermione about his night terrors. He had never told her why he didn't want to come face to face with the Boggart. He refused to go near the wardrobe. He had known exactly who it would become. Lupin was worried about him. Hermione had seen how y/n froze when he saw Professor Moody. Y/n stopped going to Defence Against The Dark Arts, he was two years above his year level. He said Dumbledore had taken him aside to personally tutor him, Hermione never believed that though.

It was a bright sunny day. Sunlight streamed through the windows to aluminate Hermione's sleeping face. She was smiling softly in her dreams as y/n got up and detangled himself from his girlfriend. He got up and made himself a coffee. He finished making his coffee and drained the cup. That was when he heard it. A loud scream. It echoed through the house. Y/n followed it to his bedroom. Hermione was gone. Her night gown ripped.

Y/n got out of bed and followed a trail of blood outside. Hermione was being held by the scar faced man. He had his wand at her neck and was strapping manacles to her wrists. He tossed her into a carriage before jumping on himself. Y/n ran behind the carriage the whole time. He followed Hermione all the way to Askaban.

Y/n awoke to his girlfriend shaking his shoulder. She looked worried. Y/n glanced at the clock before noting it was two thirty in the morning on the twenty fifth of December.

'What the hell were you dreaming about?' Hermione said helping y/n sit up. 'What's wrong Babe? Did you have a nightmare?'

'H... he came back.... he to...took you.' Y/n said teary eyed.

'No one took me, I'm right here. Baby, I'm right here. I'm not gonna go anywhere.' Hermione said finger tips caressing y/n's y/s/t cheek.

'Th...the scar face...faced m...man. The one wh....who to...took my mu.....mum. Mione I don't wanna lose you.' Y/n said he was starting to calm down.

'Who is The Scar Faced Man? Honey, I can't help you if you don't talk. Y/n/n, who took your mum? You said she died in an accident, a spell gone wrong or something.' Hermione said very confused.

'He did. The scar faced man who came to Hogwarts. He took her. Mione he took her on Christmas Day. She went to Askaban. He took her there. They thought I wouldn't remember. Thought I was too young to remember.' Y/n said there was a cold edge in his voice. He went cold when he talked about him.

'Why would they take her to Askaban? Honey, you never talk about your mum. Who was she?' Hermione was worried by the coldness of her boyfriends voice. It was true y/n never talked about his parents, everyone said they died in a car crash when y/n was two.

'My mother was part of the wrong crowd. She hung out with people who did bad things. It wasn't her fault, she wanted to please her parents and she ended up in Askaban for her troubles.' Y/n said shakily. 'You wondered why I didn't want to go anywhere near Professor Moody? He is the scar faced man, he took my mother.'

A/N: I think I'm going to write a part two to this one shot/Imagine thingy. I hope you guys liked it.

-NotAnAmerican 1/1/17