Harry Potter x Reader - More Than Best Friends (Third Year)

The Night Knight Bus

Welcome back to the series! If you haven't read the first or second books yet, read those first! (You can find them on my profile page... and while you're there, leave a message if you want XD) Let the story commence! 

.......... Harry's Point of View ..........

   Honestly. The nerve of that woman. I hope she reaches outer space and explodes.

   I tried to keep my breathing under control as I stalked down the side of the road, my suitcase rolling behind me steadily. The night was dark and somewhat damp (it had rained recently, but it was England, so you can't expect any different), and no one was out now, either asleep or eating dinner with their happy families.

   No, I'm not bitter, you're bitter.

   ... Fine, maybe I'm a little bitter. I just hate being so angry all the time! I feel like ever since I left Hogwarts last year, I've been in this constant cycle of madness. I guess that's just what happens when you live with the Dursleys, but it's almost gotten worse? 

   I know I have a reason to be angry most of the time. Or, at least, I do now. Before I went to my first year at Hogwarts, I honestly thought my situation was... normal. Or at least sort of normal for someone like me: an orphan who's had his parents murdered in cold blood because some freaky evil dude felt like it. 

   But sometimes the anger bubbles up inside me... for literally no reason. Maybe it's a silly inconvenience or something just utterly pointless, but I'll get really annoyed over it. I don't even understand my own emotions. 

   All this teenage angst... I need to let it out somehow. Maybe if I scream into the void every night things will be better. Maybe I should try that.

   I stopped, snickering slightly to myself before letting out a loud scream. I swear at least five people's lights turned on. 

   I laughed a little more (to myself, of course, because I'm probably a little loopy), and realised I had come all the way down to the park. Should I sit and brood quietly on the swings? No, too far, I guess I'll just sit here on the sidewalk. (I'm a lot more out of breath than I thought I was... maybe I'm thinking too much. Usually, my friends are there to keep me from thinking too much. I could possibly see if the Weasleys would be willing to let me stay at their house? Then again, it's already so close to the start of term... Oh, there I go. Stop thinking, Harry.)

   It felt really freeing, being able to go wherever I wanted, really. To do whatever I wanted. It's almost like the feeling I have when I'm at Hogwarts, except slightly diluted because I'm obviously still in Little Whinging. 

   A chilled breeze blew through my hair and I heard the leaves rustling near me. The park equipment started moving with the wind, almost like little ghost children were playing on them.

   Stop trying to freak me out. Stop. Stop it. No. It's not working.

   Okay maybe a little- MERLIN, IS THAT A WOLF??? 

   I'm panicking. No, I'm not... Yes I am.

   The dog (wolf? dog-wolf? Who cares, it's going to eat me and I will be dead before sunrise) growled at me and it started barking as soon as I took out my wand. I scrambled away and fell flat on my back when a huge gust of wind decided that it was just the best time to knock me over-

   Why is there a purple double-decker bus in front of me?

.......... Reader's Point of View ..........

   "For the last time, Merlin's sake: I DON'T CARE IF HERMIONE'S CAT IS TRYING TO EAT SCABBERS," I yelled at Ron and he managed to look affronted. 

   "Scabbers is my best friend!"

   "That feels great, thank you. Wait until Harry hears, he'll be ecstatic." I drawled. 

   Ron completely ignored me: "Her bloody cat is going to eat him, (y/n)! Do something!" 

   "Fine," I turned over to Hermione, who was cradling the cat with the smooshed face in her arms protectively. 

   When I reached over and pet the cat, I dissolved into laughter at his squawk of outrage. 

   "I can't believe- You know what, me and Scabbers are going to bed!" Ron turned away and promptly stalked out of the room.

   A few moments went by. Hermione and I looked over at each other slowly and burst out laughing again.

   "This isn't funny!" Ron called, coming back over and sitting on the edge of the bed, next to us. Scabbers was back in his cage. Or at least I think... maybe he's hiding in one of Ron's many pockets. Who knows?

   "Let's just stop talking about it!" Hermione sighed, gently scratching Crookshank's ears. "We've got a new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher-"

   "Like that's new." Ron rolled his eyes. "Besides, he's probably just as bad as the others."

   "Give him a chance! You haven't even met him!" Hermione protested.

   "I'll bet you five galleons that 'Mr R J Lupin' is a complete pillock." Ron betted and Hermione huffed.

   "Fine! I hope you eat your words, Ronald Weasley."

   "Aaaanyway," I said, changing the subject, "Did you see the Care of Magical Creatures textbook? That thing looked near feral. 'Monster Book of Monsters'? That has to mean something." 

   "It's just a book," Ron stated, rummaging around until he found the newly bought books. "See, look, it's only furry."

   Hermione stared pointedly at the book and at Ron. "Well, if you're so convinced, unbind it and show us."

   Hermione and I deliberately took our feet off the ground just to peeve him. 

   "You're both silly," Ron shook his head, taking the bind off and throwing it somewhere. "See? Nothing- BLOODY HELL-"

   The eyes were the things that popped out first. Then the teeth, which were aimed straight at Ron's face. He shrieked and tried to throw the thing away from him while Hermione and I slowly scooted away from the thing.

   "Help! HELP! YOU GUYS ARE USELESS!" he screamed in terror, finally managing to throw the book on the floor. Crookshanks has made a small noise at all the loud sounds, burrowing his face into the crook of Hermione's arm, so Hermione stroked him soothingly. 

   The textbook wandered around for a bit before going underneath the bed.

   "It's called the Monster Book of Monsters for a reason, Ron," Hermione said, thoroughly unimpressed. 

   Ron only whimpered in reply. 

(A/N) - Ron, why don't you listen to Hermione? She has the most brain cells. 

Sirius Black will be mentioned in the next chapter! See you then XD 

~ Maddie