❝What do I need to do so you'll look at me,
and only me?❞

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Rhythmic pants escaped my seemingly dry lips as I placed my head on the table that I shared with Alem.

Sweats trickled from my forehead and everything seemed to be in a daze while the hot sun was hanging up in the sky, burning us with its fiery heat.

It's hot as hell and I wouldn't be surprised if everyone is feeling the same way since summer is fast approaching.

Alem was panting but he kept his ground and continued to study for our next exam that'll take place after lunch.

"Itsh sho howt..." I mutter as I lifted my head up from the table and raked my hair away from my face as I did so.

When my eyes scanned the room, everyone seemed to be on the verge of dying from this heat as well.

I already took off my Slytherin robe just so I would feel just a little bit refreshed because the summer breeze would pass us by almost every few minutes or so.

However, everything still felt like the entire castle is on fire and I couldn't remove my school vest either, as it's the exams and taking off the vest 'isn't allowed' during the exams.

But like, it's currently lunch time so I don't see what the big deal is.

Nonetheless, I sucked it up and only loosened my green Slytherin tie and unbuttoned the two buttons on my collar to let some air inside my body.

I almost felt like crying when I realized that I have to tighten my tie again and button my collar once the exams start again.

"Hey, Alem." I groggily grabbed my brother's attention while lazily bringing up my wand to my half empty glass of water. "Don't you feel hot? I feel like I'm boiling."

I mutter 'Glacius' underneath my breath and froze my water before bringing it up to my cheek in order to cool myself down.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, I look over at Alem, who seems to be resisting the urge to collapse on the table while visible lines of sweat trickled from his forehead.

"I'm fine." My brother's answer was short and brief but his voice cracked, making me roll my eyes and hand over my frozen water to him so he could cool off as well.

His (E/C) eyes stared at the frozen glass of water for a while before taking it from my hand and bringing it up to his forehead and to his cheek as he dropped his book on the table.

"Can you believe that the school year's almost ending?" I reminisce then panic at the thought since Erised will probably come up and kill me once I haven't done the end of my deal with them.

The fact that they haven't been visiting me for a few months now only made me more anxious than I should've been.

"Honestly, it feels like it's only been yesterday since we started here in Hogwarts." I added with a laugh while fanning myself with my hand because everything still felt like the castle is on fire.

"Yeah, although I'm quite concerned about you since you still have to solve this mystery case that you and Potter's friends have." Alem nonchalantly said before handing the frozen glass of water to me, making me take it from his hand as I look at him incredulously.

"Woah, you sound like you're fine with it now." I almost snicker until he sighed in defeat and picked his book up again.

"Well there's nothing I can do about it. As long as you're safe and sound, it wouldn't really hurt for you to try and be a hero for once, would it?" Alem shrugged but I felt like he was being somewhat aggressive with his words, especially with the hero part.

I didn't address this, however, since Alem was just being blunt with me and it's not like he's wrong about me wanting to be a hero along with Harry.

Although he probably meant that as a joke.

"I don't really think that anyone is trying to steal it but you do you, (Y/N)." He added.

I didn't do anything but scoff playfully while resting my head on the palm of my hand with the melting ice of water pressed against my cheek.

When I began to retreat back in my thoughts, I started to remember about all of the things that we did this day for the exams.

Our Charms exam wasn't too bad, except at the practical exams where Professor Flitwick called us individually to make a pineapple tap dance on his desk.

I didn't do good but I didn't do bad either.

It's just the fact that I made the pineapple break dance instead of tap dancing, and everyone had to wonder what and why the hell is the pineapple doing something like that.

The breakdancing was all I could think of when I tried to make the pineapple dance and it made me remember all of those stupid dancing memes that I would come across on the Internet while laughing at them for hours.

Speaking of memes, god, I miss sharing and looking at them.

Nonetheless, I made the pineapple dance and most of the students weren't able to do that because of their nerves or maybe because they don't remember the spell.

So maybe I think I got half a grade from that.

Professor McGonagall watched us turn a mouse into a snuffbox.

Although I am pretty immature and laugh at stupid jokes all the time, I couldn't help but snicker at the thought of us turning a mouse into a goddamn classic form of ashtray.

While I kept laughing at those stupid thoughts, I accidentally managed to turn the mouse into an ashtray that I always see when I pass through a few bars on my way home from school.

The ashtray was clear and transparent in the form of a square while the edges of it were curved, making it look like it's oblong shaped.

When I first saw it, I panicked because I transformed the mouse wrong but when I look at it again, it felt like something in it was missing.

Like, it's not even an ashtray.

It didn't take me long to realize that the only thing missing in the goddamn ashtray that I always used to see were the ashes, or the remains of the Marlboro cigarettes that they smoke on.

McGonagall had to ask me what I just turn the mouse into and I just simply replied, "It's... another form of a snuffbox." although it's not really true since there's a difference between the two.

She did end up giving me an extra point though because there were no whiskers or tails of the mouse when I turned it into an ashtray so that's good.

Though I think my grade in that exam wasn't as high as Hermione's grade because it doesn't look like a snuffbox.

Professor Snape's practical exam was... well, weird.

He kept breathing down to our necks and watched us trying to make a Forgetfulness potion.

I didn't mess things up this time in his class but I couldn't miss the hard and cold stare that he gave me as I made the potion.

Of course, I wouldn't consider it perfect since I barely remembered the ingredients and how to make it and only realized that we'll be doing the potion for the exams last night but I think it's good enough to make myself pass this class.

Alem had a bit of some trouble while making it since he's so focused on racking his brain, trying to think of how to do it rather than being focused on looking at the potion since it's probably over-stirred.

And none of us could just whisper to each other and tell them how to make it since Snape hears everything.

He ended up taking a point from a random Gryffindor for asking their fellow housemate how to make one.

In the end, I was the first to finish and gave my finished potion to Snape.

He stared at me and the potion for a while, making me feel uncomfortable and anxious at the same time since he might think that it's bad and I failed his class or something.

I was a bit surprised and very relieved when he told me to go. He didn't say anything bad or criticized it, which is why I was so relieved.

I snapped out of my thoughts when I felt Alem stand up beside me and heard him packing his stuff.

I hastily placed the now warm glass of water on the table and packed my books up as well, realizing that the next exam is about to start.

I stared at the small wrapped box inside my bag for a moment, thinking about the content inside it while sighing and remembering that I asked Wallace, our family's butler, if he could send me a syringe.

I don't even know if syringes are a thing in this year but I do remember that the first hypodermic syringe was made in around 1853 by Alexander Wood.

Speaking of Alexander Wood, when I first heard about him in my med class, I always thought that he is Oliver's great grandfather who married a witch and had Oliver's dad who then had Oliver.

Because Alexander and Oliver are both Scottish.

Wallace did manage to get me one. Easily, he added since he just needed to ask 'Miss Zoey' to get him one since she's a nurse.

Who 'Miss Zoey' is, I have no idea but thanks to her, I did get my hands on one so thank you for that, Miss.

I have no idea how this era's syringe would work but I assume that it's just the same with a couple more steps to suck and inject.

"(Y/N), hurry up!" Alem called out in an annoyed tone, making me snap my head up to meet his eyes.

I frown and pouted when I buttoned my collar and tightened my green tie before slipping into my overly large Slytherin robe.

I felt the heat seeping through my uniform and my skin once I wore the robe, making me groan and hope that this'll be finished soon so I can change into my tank top and borrow one of Alem's shorts.

Honestly, I hate going to school when everything is so goddamn hot so I need to get this over with and fast.

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As the bell's ringing sound echoed around the Great Hall, we happily lifted our heads up while looking at Professor Binns with a wide smile etched on our faces.

"Quills up and roll your parchment." Our History teacher tiredly and groggily said as we enthusiastically rolled our parchment and placed our Anti-Cheating quill on the table next to our rolled parchment.

Before Professor Binns can even say anything, we already ran out of the Great Hall, ready to taste the fresh and cool air of the summer and feel the tingly grass on our skin.

I could hear some students sighing in relief while some students were chatting and laughing happily as the final exams were finally over.

"Freedom!" I yell happily as I exit the Great Hall and jump in the air while fist bumping.

With a laugh escaping my lips, I take off my Slytherin robe and remove my school vest. I slung my uniform over to my shoulder while taking a big deep breath as the cool, fresh breeze passed us by.

"Let's go to the common room! I wanna change my clothes so badly!" I whine, pulling Alem's sleeve and almost dragging him to where the Slytherin common room is.

I heard my brother sigh in defeat for a moment as he double checked his bag to see if he forgot something in the Great Hall.

"Wait, I think my Transfiguration book isn't here..." Alem mumbled, making me roll my eyes before peeking inside his bag and pointing at the all-familiar book that my twin brother always carries around.

"I'm sure you're not that stupid to actually forget and leave your favorite book somewhere else." A sigh escaped my lips, making my brother turn to look at me with a soft glare.

He didn't even manage to mutter a single word as I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the Slytherin common room so I can finally change my damn clothes.

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I walk out of the bathroom while ruffling my damp (H/C) hair and slinging my towel over my shoulder.

Walking over to the mirror to examine myself, a hum of satisfaction came out from underneath my breath while pushing some of my hair away from my face.

Because of the hot weather, I chose to wear a black tank top with denim shorts that goes down to my knee.

I tried to find some other shorts that would fit with my shirt but this is the only other shorts I could find in my luggage, which somewhat disappoints me.

"I don't really have a good fashion sense, do I?" I roll my eyes at myself before walking away from the mirror to see Alem combing his already neat hair.

My brother wore nothing but plain red t-shirt and the black jogging pants that he borrowed from me just a while ago.

I was actually a bit surprised that it fits him, to be honest since I've done nothing but pigging every single good food that I see in the Great Hall,

and I don't think I ever told him that those jogging pants hasn't been washed for a week but I only used it once so I think that's... alright?

Damn, my habit of re-using the same clothes that I already wore yesterday or a week ago and haven't bothered to wash it is getting into me.

"Are you sure you want to wear that?" I quirk my eyebrow up as Alem placed his comb back on his nightstand, "I mean, not that I don't like it but aren't you gonna be hot in that?"

"Hey, I'm not judging you when you wear sleeveless shirts so you better not judge me when I wear something like this." Alem crossed his arm as a playful smirk curled up on the corner of his seemingly pinkish lips.

"I'm not judging your choice of clothing, brother. I'm talking about how hot it must be when you wear something like that." I roll my eyes before sitting down in my bed and folding my towel in my lap.

"Unlike you, I can withstand hot temperatures and the summer heat." Alem said while flipping his imaginary long hair.

I sigh defeatedly at my brother's idiotic actions before placing my folded towel on the center of my bed while telling myself that I'll just put it away later when I come back.

"Anyway, what are you going to do this day? More mystery solving stuff?" Alem asked, making me hum for a moment and pulling out the top of my drawer.

"I guess you could say that but I need to do something first before I proceed." I retrieved a small vial from the drawer before pushing it close.

Once I held it up in front of me in order for Alem to examine it better, his (E/C) eyes lit up in both realization and confusion as he kept his steadied gaze to the vial.

"Is that a paralyzing potion?" Alem asked, making me snicker and snap my fingers at him.

"Bingo." I grin before placing it back inside the drawer and standing up from my bed while stretching my small arms.

"Where did you get that? You couldn't have made that potion without access to the ingredients..." My brother's words trailed off, his finger on his chin until his head jerked up and his eyes lit up again.

"Unless, you stashed away an extra when we were tasked to do the potion a few months ago." Alem said, making me nod at his conclusion while placing my hands on my hips as I grin mischievously and retract the potion back.

My eyes examined the small glass tube that held the silver colored liquid inside while thinking of how the hell am I going to make this plan work.

"Is that even legal? You're going to get in trouble for even stashing away a potion that you weren't even supposed to make twice." He said but I just shrugged and placed the potion back inside the drawer, where I retrieved it before pushing it close again.

"If you get caught." Smirking, I run my fingers across my hair before turning around to the door to leave the room.

"I'm going to Hagrid's. I'll back in a few minutes or so." I told my brother before leaving the room, closing the door behind me.

"Be careful!" I heard Alem  yell out from the other side of the door.

With a gentle sigh escaping my lips, I observed the Slytherin common room from the second floor and leaning on the ledge of the wooden divider until a girl caught my attention.

Her eyes were narrowed and held a look of anger and fury that she could as well rip off someone's head out of their body with just a single look.

My eyebrow raised in confusion while my eyes drifted towards the direction where the girl was looking.

Surprisingly, she was looking at Pansy Parkinson. The dark haired Slytherin laughed along with her friends while twirling her locks with her finger.

Parkinson seemed very cheerful today, though I'm guessing it's because the final exams are finished and the school year will end tomorrow.

My thoughts about Parkinson ended when I noticed the girl lifting her wand up towards Parkinson silently.

I stiffen and pulled out my own wand from the pocket of my shorts, ready to cast a spell to stop this girl.

Look, I may dislike Parkinson but she hasn't done anything bad that could risk my life or physically harm me.

All she's ever done was giving me some bad insults that an eleven year old clearly made and that's not really... bad.

I've dealt worse.

Just as the girl was about to cast a spell as she opened her mouth to speak, I already pointed the wand at her while whispering the spell, "Petrificus Totalus."

With a small spark lighting the tip of my wand, the girl's body stiffened and her eyes widened in surprise when she realized that she couldn't move.

Her wand was still pointed towards Parkinson and the panic on her facial features became more visible as the other Slytherins started to notice that her wand is being pointed towards someone else.

I immediately pocketed my wand and leaned away from the wooden ledge, ready to walk out of the Slytherin common room as if nothing happened.

The mutterings of Slytherins filled my ears as they continued to gather around the girl while trying to figure out how to get her out of her petrified state.

The crack situated at the entrance of the common room widened and has been split to the side, letting some Slytherins enter the common room while they animatedly talked to each other.

I walk past the students and walked out of the common room with a sigh, wondering when did I ever get so soft.

Sure, I could've left that girl to deal with Parkinson and I wouldn't even be involved in it while getting to Hagrid's house in about 2 minutes.

I don't know why but it just left a bad taste in my mouth.

I kinda hate this feeling, I thought while pursing my lips in annoyance.

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Pansy couldn't help but watch her fellow housemate's petrified state with her wand pointed right towards her face.

The dark haired girl contained her shock as she regained her composure and scanned her eyes around the common room to see who had sent a paralyzing spell towards the girl.

Unfortunately, due to the crowd that's beginning to cover her area of sight around the room, she eventually gave up and instead brought her eyes back to the girl in front of her.

"That's so scary. Who would've thought that someone was planning to hex you, Pansy?" Millicent frowned while eyeing the girl with a nasty look on her face.

Pansy didn't respond to her friend's question and only kept staring at the girl with an indescribable look.

Pansy figured that she must be one of the girls who she was messing or teasing around with.

She's always been pissing people off ever since she came to Hogwarts so students, housemate or not, are bound to hold a grudge against her.

Though it's quite an insult on the girl's part as Pansy doesn't even recognize or remember her.

She is relieved that she is safe from a hex (she doesn't want her face to look ugly when Draco comes along after all) but at the same time, she didn't expect anyone to save her from the sidelines.

None of her friends even noticed the incoming spell or even reacted to it.

"Move over, move over!" Some older Slytherin students, probably around their fourth or fifth year, walked over towards the scene while pulling their wands out of their pockets.

Almost instantly, the crowd made way for the older students but didn't scatter as they wanted to watch the commotion.

"It's the last day and some people are making trouble." One of the older students clicked their tongue while examining the petrified state of their fellow underclass man.

"Ugh, let's just go, Pansy; it's starting to get a little bit hot in here." Millicent fanned herself while walking away from the crowd with her two other unnamed friends.

Pansy didn't move for a moment, recollecting her thoughts before turning around to follow Millicent.

However, her dark eyes caught a glimpse of a certain Rosewood scampering out of the common room with their lips pursed and a slightly troubled expression on their face.

Pansy stopped on her tracks and tried to follow (Y/N)'s figure from the crowd but they disappeared as soon as they were in Pansy's line of sight.

"They couldn't have..." She mumbled to herself.

She doesn't want to believe at the possibility of her rival 'protecting' her from one of the girls who surfaced undeniable hate for her.

(Y/N) was never the type to help anyone who they didn't like; Pansy was one of the people that didn't make it to (Y/N)'s friend list.

Yet there was this gut feeling that made the dark haired Slytherin think that (Y/N) was the one who 'protected' her. Their expression says it all, really.

Pansy's face was deadpan and it felt like the voices of the crowd were drowned out in her ears.

She retreated back into her own thoughts as she walked away from the crowd to meet up with Millicent and her friends.

"They couldn't have." She muttered, clearly displeased. She doesn't want to believe it but her gut wants her to.

However, she ignored her intuition and insisted that it couldn't have been the oldest Rosewood twin.

There's no way that a rival would help out a rival.

The only thing that Pansy didn't realize was that (Y/N) never renounced them as their rival.

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"Ugh, it's so hot." I pant while shielding my eyes away from the bright rays of the sun.

The heat of the sun pierced through my skin but the constant summer breeze managed to cool me off.

Now I feel like wearing a tank top is a bad idea when the weather's this hot.

What was I even thinking?

Eventually, I did manage to get to Hagrid's hut and the sigh of relief that escaped my almost dry lips was unavoidable as I got some shade under the roof of Hagrid's home.

He wasn't sitting on the porch so I figured that he must be inside and Harry must've already been here.

When I finally cooled down, I knocked on the wooden door thrice and waited while fidgeting and looking around the area until the door opened.

Hagrid stood there and beamed at me as I saw the corners of his mouth curl up into a wide smile.

"'Ello, (Y/N). What brings yer here today?" He asked while making a small space for Fang to slip through.

"Hey, Fang." I laugh and get down on one knee, bringing my hand up to Fang's head to pat him for a couple of seconds before looking up to Hagrid to answer his question.

"And hello, Hagrid. I was wondering if Harry and the others already passed by here." I answered with a gentle smile.

Hagrid's eyes light up in realization and nodded while lifting his finger up. "Ah yes, they did." He said. "They came up to me askin' about-."

Suddenly, he froze and stopped. Hagrid's face paled for a moment until he shook his head and gave me a nervous smile.

"Actually, they asked abou' nothin'. Definitely not abou' Fluffy an' some other things you don' need ter know." He said while fidgeting and casting his eyes away from me.

I already know that he wasn't telling the truth so I couldn't help but laugh internally.

I guess I should just play along so it wouldn't get too weird.

Besides, if I told Hagrid that I already know what they were talking about, he would be suspicious about how I just know and overhear everything even though I'm not physically there.

"Oh! Well, I wouldn't pry. I'll just go and find Harry then." I stood up and dusted off some dirt from the rear end of my shorts.

Fang whined for a moment, knowing that I was going to leave before bumping and rubbing his head on my leg.

I smiled down at the canine and brought my attention back to Hagrid.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Hagrid." I said as I turned around and waved the gamekeeper goodbye.

"Wait!" Hagrid exclaimed just as I was about to leave his hut entirely. I turned around and saw him hesitating for a moment before opening his mouth to speak.

"I accidentally told Harry how to pass through Fluffy." Hagrid shamefully said while bringing his large hand behind his neck to rub it. "An' some other things."

"O-Oh." I didn't expect him to tell me straightforwardly.

I mean, I thought he was going to keep it until Harry and the others told me.

"That's... great?" I said, unsure. However, Hagrid didn't pay any attention to my weird tone and kept his serious yet pleading look.

"(Y/N), could ye... could ye look out for 'em just in case they get in trouble?" Hagrid asked. "Yer the one who manages ter keep 'em in check and I do hope they ain't gettin' in trouble or anythin' serious."

I stared at Hagrid for a moment before nodding and smiling gently.

"Don't worry, Hagrid. You can leave it up to me to make sure that they won't get in trouble." I said, making Hagrid smile happily.

Well, now I have to make sure that Harry isn't going to get hurt by the time Voldemort and that asshole Quirrell comes to strangle him.

It's not like I wasn't going to help him in the first place but Harry's safety comes first in this.

"Well," Hagrid patted his hips briefly and gave me a small salute. "I'll see yer tomorrow, (Y/N)."

I nod once more at Hagrid and stared at his large figure entering his hut before walking away completely from his house.

With a sigh, I start to think about numerous ways about how this encounter with Voldemort would go.

I'm not even sure if the syringe and potion plan would work. I mean, Voldemort can read minds, for Merlin's sake.

He could easily tell if you're lying or not, based on what you're thinking.

That means, I need to be as smart as a Ravenclaw if I want Quirrell to take my potion-injected apple and take a bite out of it.

This honestly makes me feel like I'm the witch in Snow White but I'm technically one,

Only less creepy.

I think.

"Ugh, I need to be well-prepared or else I'm gonna die on my first year." I muttered to myself while wiping the sweat that dropped from my forehead.

I had completely forgotten about the scalding, hot weather from my deep thoughts and once I snapped back to reality, the fierce warmth of the sun hit my skin as if I was being fried alive.

"I think I'll be getting a tan before the year even ends." Another mutter escaped my lips as I continued to walk back to the castle.

As I reached the entrance hall and passed through a few hallways, my eyes drifted towards the courtyard.

I squint my eyes slightly, finding it to be quite crowded since the school year is already technically finished.

The students were either chatting with their friends while sharing merry laughs.

How could they all manage to socialize and talk about stuff with other people so easily? I couldn't even manage to hold a conversation that I initiated for more than 3 minutes.

While I was shaking my head, a voice and a masculine laughter caught my ears and made me twist my head to the source of that familiar voice.

Every sound around me faded and all I could hear and see was a certain Hufflepuff's figure as he talked to his other friends with a smile curling up at the corner of his lips.

I felt my heart skip a beat when I saw how charming and handsome Cedric really is, especially when he's laughing.

Salazar, how precious do you have to be?

As a blush began to creep up on my cheeks and my face heating up from the embarrassment of staring at a fourteen year old boy, I immediately turned my head to the side to avoid anyone catching my stares.

I'm certainly being a creep right now but I don't want anyone to know that.

I exhale, letting the color from my cheek drop and regain my normal composure so I wouldn't have to faint the moment I travel my eyes back on Cedric's form.

"(Y/N)?" I became startled at the sudden calling of my name that my shoulders jumped and a weird inhuman noise came out of my mouth as I turned around to face the person that called my name.

"O-Oh, Neville..." I let out a sigh of relief and my shoulders loosened, furthering the relieved expression that I have right now.

If it was Alem, Draco or any of the golden trio, I would have to spend the next 2 hours persuading them that I definitely don't have a crush on a certain Hufflepuff boy while being teased endlessly.

I'm sure Neville wouldn't be the type of person to pry and ask something like that.

"Are you alright? Your face is red." Neville asked out of worry. I smile and nod softly while appreciating his kindness.

He's always been such a worrywart though Neville is often selfless.

"I'm fine, Neville. Thank you for worrying about me." I say, making the Gryffindor smile nervously while handing me one piece of Chocoball candy.

"J-Just in case you feel bad or anything," Neville said. "I heard from Harry that you like Chocoballs..."

He gulped again before continuing, "and this is the least I can do a-after helping me and a-all that..."

I take the Chocoball in a daze, feeling a bit confused by Neville's words.

While I find his actions adorable, my mind wandered towards the part where he said that he heard from Harry that I like Chocoballs.

Not that I don't; I actually like a lot of wizard candies and Chocoballs are one of them. But, that's just odd.

Then again, it's maybe because I gorged most of the Chocoballs in the library the other day that made Harry think that I like them so I didn't think much about it any further.

"You don't actually need to do anything, you know?" I chuckle, taking the Chocoball nonetheless because it'd be rude to refuse Neville's offer. "I was doing it because it was the right thing to do, not because I want to be paid back."

"I...I just want to do it." Neville said after a small moment of silence from the two of us.

I smile and pat his shoulder, pocketing the Chocoball in my pocket as I did so.

"Well, if you insist." I said. "Thank you."

Neville nods while smiling nervously, feeling a little bit confident that I thanked him. Judging from the way his eyes lit up.

"Y-You're welcome!" The Gryffindor says, staring right back at me with those happy brown eyes.

Maybe things wouldn't go as bad as I expect it to go, I thought positively to myself.

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Harry stood in the distance, specifically, behind a pillar. One sane person would find his behavior weird and creepy for peeking behind a pillar, but to him, he finds this normal.

Well, as long as he manages to get (Y/N) in his field of vision.

While Ron and Hermione were off doing their own things in the common room, Harry took this opportunity to find (Y/N) and tell them about their plans for tonight,

The four of them will go to the trapdoor to stop Snape, the accused professor that the Gryffindors deemed as guilty for trying to steal the stone.

Once Harry found them, however, he narrowed his eyes as he noticed the chubby boy that was talking to (Y/N).

He did take his time to find (Y/N)'s casual clothes to be quite adorable

Normally, Harry would just think that the two are just talking to each other because they're friends and nothing more.

He wouldn't need to act like a creep if it wasn't for something that Neville did,

Giving them a piece of candy that (Y/N) surely liked.

Now, that might seem a petty reason for Harry to be angry and stalk them from behind a pillar, but you have to understand that Harry is a jealous prick.

He's never had the luxury to get anything that he wanted for 11 years and was always tormented by his so-called family.

After falling in 'love' with (Y/N), he has to make sure that no one will get the chance to even take them. He wouldn't share, to say the least.

Harry recalled that Neville was in the room when he was listing out the candies that (Y/N) liked in his notebook,

Out loud.

He didn't think too much about it since Neville probably won't even do anything major with that information but here we are, the Gryffindor is giving them a piece of candy that (Y/N) liked based on the information that Harry got.

The green-eyed boy gritted his teeth and watched as Neville and (Y/N) waved each other goodbye.

He should be the one who gives (Y/N) all the things that they like, just to show them that he isn't just someone who sleeps underneath a cupboard and is capable of loving someone fully.

Harry would even empty his parents' Gringotts vault if it meant that he can get them anything that they wanted. However, he shook the thoughts away as (Y/N) doesn't like getting gifts a lot.

Why they don't, is something that Harry didn't understand.

Then again, Harry doesn't know everything about (Y/N) and their past with Alem.

Harry's eyes followed Neville's figure, the chubby Gryffindor walking off timidly while fidgeting in every step.

He clicked his tongue and leaned on the pillar while crossing his arms, thinking of some ways to get a certain message across Neville's head.

This isn't the first time that Neville and (Y/N) talked. Harry remembered that Neville said something about them saving him from Draco and his goons in the library a few months ago.

The rose sessile on Neville's head was odd but it was enough for Harry to know that something must've happened between the two.

Harry groaned, unable to think of anything.

Creating plans is not Harry's best asset - he would often just recklessly go with the flow while thinking of things in the middle of it.

Just as the boy was about to give up, a ribbit interrupted his train of thoughts. He looked down and saw a familiar green toad on his feet.

The toad looked up to him with those large yellow-ish eyes and from that, Harry immediately recognized who the toad is.

Suddenly, he had an idea as he picked up the toad with his hands.

A smile creeped up on the boy's lips as he stared at Neville's toad, Trevor.

"Why don't we surprise Neville, hm?"

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It was currently 15:39 (3 PM), and (Y/N) sat alone in the girl's lavatory.

They brought out the syringe that Wallace gave them this morning, a fresh red apple and the paralyzing potion that they stashed away for a month from their bag.

They contemplated in the last minute while wondering if this plan will even work. The Slytherin crossed their arms and grumbled.

"Oh lookie - a troubled first year." A misty female voice snapped (Y/N) out of their thoughts and looked up to see a floating white figure staring down at them with the smallest of smiles that one could ever give.

"Aren't you one of the Rosewood twins?" Moaning Myrtle asked, tilting her head to the side. "I'm certain that I saw you here a long while ago with your weeping friend."

Suddenly, Myrtle puts up a bitter sneer at the thought of someone, other than her, having friends since she had none when she was alive.

"It must be nice to have a friend, hm? Come to rub it in my face?" As Myrtle began to ramble, (Y/N) puts up a confused look while raising her hands up in defense.

"Woah, calm down. I've no intention to do something like that to you, or any other people." They sighed while picking up the potion and pulling the cork out of the mouth of the container.

"And I'm supposed to believe you?" She asked, but her bitter tone loosened.

"I'm not saying that you should. Go with whatever makes you comfortable or whatever makes you want to hate me." (Y/N) shrugged and picked up the syringe, observing it to see how it would work and thinking that it might be different from the modern syringe that (Y/N) knows.

Myrtle stared at the Slytherin for a moment and then grumbled in annoyance.

"You are an odd first year." She said, after a moment of silence.

"I'll take that as a compliment." (Y/N) replied while sucking the contents of the potion into the syringe.

The two shared no words to each other until (Y/N) brought the syringe towards the side of the apple with a shaky sigh.

"If you're going to fool people into eating a poisonous apple, you shouldn't leave any traces that the apple was punctured." Myrtle sneered, and stopping (Y/N) from proceeding their actions any further.

While they were being confused by Myrtle's words, the ghost grumbled and instructed the Slytherin to flip the apple upside-down. (Y/N) obliged, still confused.

It wasn't until Myrtle aggressively pointed at the dark pit of the apple's underside that (Y/N) finally understood what she meant.

The Slytherin carefully pointed the syringe at the center of the apple's dark pit and punctured it, pushing the contents down to the apple with pursed lips.

Once the syringe was emptied, (Y/N) sighed as if something has been lifted off of their shoulders.

They, then, turned to look at Myrtle with a small appreciative smile while putting the syringe down to the dirty floor of the lavatory.

"Um... thanks." They said, making Myrtle roll her eyes in annoyance but felt a twinge of happiness as she was being thanked at.

It's not often that Myrtle gets a simple thank you from other people so she was a little bit happy, to say the least.

"What are you even doing that for?" The ghost asked and watched (Y/N) take out a small cloth from their bag and wipe the the syringe and the potion container. "You're going to get in trouble once teachers find out."

"Good thing I'm not dumb enough to let other people find out." They said, nodding and smirking at Myrtle. "and I'm only doing this because it makes things easier."

Unable to comprehend (Y/N)'s plans and thought, Myrtle didn't push her questions any further and instead, flew up to her bathroom stall.

"If McGonagall ever finds out about this and you end up dying by her fury and rage, you're free to share my stall." Myrtle scoffed and flew down to her toilet, not wanting to converse with (Y/N) anymore.

"Gee, thanks, Myrtle." The Slytherin scoffed playfully and placed each item back in their bag.

As they did so, they hum a Japanese song that they liked back when they were in the real world.

Yume to Hazakura

The hum soon turned into soft singing, making Myrtle's ears perk up in interest.

Nothing in the lavatory could be heard except (Y/N) singing softly as they arranged their things into their bag.

"Where have you heard that song?" Myrtle flew out of her stall while giving (Y/N) a confused look.

The Slytherin stopped singing and blinked twice before opening their mouth to reply.

"I-uh... I just know it." They stuttered, scratching the back of their head awkwardly.

Myrtle squinted her eyes before floating closer towards (Y/N).

"How strange; I could've sworn I heard someone sing that song before." The female ghost's misty and breathy voice came back, furthering the mysterious and curious atmosphere that started to elevate around the room.

"A friend. A friend that I've known for a very long time." Myrtle added with a saddened look on her face as she tried to remember that very friend who sang the same song that (Y/N) did.

However, whenever Myrtle does, her memories would get foggier and blurry.

It's almost as if her own mind doesn't want her to remember.

Meanwhile, (Y/N) found Myrtle's words odd. The song that they were singing wasn't made in this year nor do they know other students who know this song.

They were unable to wrap their head around it and how it was possible for Myrtle to have someone hear the song before when the song wasn't made in this time.

"Who is this friend?" (Y/N) asked, hoping to get more information from Myrtle.

However, her sneer returned and stared at the Slytherin's face for a moment before turning around with her pigtails following in suit.

"That's none of your business. Now go away!" She exclaimed, making (Y/N) flinch back slightly but obliged nonetheless.

They assumed that it must be some memory that Myrtle didn't want to remember.

(Y/N) walked out of the lavatory, their bag slung over their shoulder. Before they could fully walk out, they peek out of their shoulder to look back at Myrtle but she was nowhere to be seen, making (Y/N) assume that she returned back to her stall.

(Y/N) blinked in suspicion once more before walking back to the Slytherin common room.

As the Slytherin walked out of the bathroom, Myrtle sat on her toilet.

She hugged her knees and sighed, arranging her glasses and recalled (Y/N)'s curious face just a moment ago.

Myrtle, then, sighed once more and remembered one small detail about her 'friend';

They were a Slytherin with an oddly-oversized robe,

and for some reason,

their eyes were sad and tired; almost as if they haven't been sleeping in weeks.

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I walk towards the Slytherin common room with my bag slung over my shoulder.

I pass through a few students along the way and was aware of where I'm going while I began to question Myrtle's knowledge of the song and how did someone, in the same year when Myrtle attended Hogwarts, knew about it.

It's so weird.

Did someone do the same thing that I'm doing right now but in 1943?

During Tom Riddle's time?

But, it still doesn't make any sense; Myrtle never had a friend who sang her songs back then.

As far as I know, she has always been a loner and is always being picked on.

Even if I give her the benefit of the doubt, her friend couldn't possibly know the song that I sang because it wasn't made that time.

I sigh and shake my head, mumbling the password as I stood in front of the Slytherin common room entrance.

The crack widened, letting me enter and walk hastily towards my room to think and get ready for tonight.

That reminds me - Harry or any of the trio hadn't said anything to me about us going to the trapdoor tonight.

I wasn't informed yet which is weird.

I immediately shake the thought away since I'm sure we'll still be able to talk to each other during dinner in the Great Hall.

I climb the stairs and approached my room, placing my hand on the doorknob and twisting it.

I push the door open and flickered my eyes over towards the only person in the room.

I blink in confusion and loosened my grip on the doorknob while taking a cautious step forward.

"Draco?" I watch as Draco hastily dropped the Slytherin blazer on my bed. "What were you doing with my blazer?"

My eyes trailed towards my bed and noticed some of my unwashed clothes sprawled all over.

"And a few other things, I see." I added, closing the door and shooting the platinum blonde haired boy a skeptical look.

"L-Look, you've got it wrong." He stuttered, making me quirk my eyebrow even higher. "I was..."

Draco's eyes flickered over towards my bed, that's filled with all of my unwashed clothes, and searched around before grabbing a random candy wrapper that I kept in one of my pockets in my unwashed jogging pants.

"I was just taking out all of the..." Draco squinted his eyes over to the candy wrapper in his fingers before turning his attention towards me again, "garbage in your clothes."

"...right. Are you taking out garbage from my newly washed blazer too?" I tilt my head to the side while leaning over towards the blazer that he dropped in my bed.

The platinum blonde haired boy became flustered and crumpled the wrapper under his fist.

"T-That's..." He stuttered again and looked away from me out of embarrassment.

I roll my eyes then slipped the slings of my bag out of my shoulder before throwing it on the bed carelessly.

Sighing, I rub the bridge of my nose with my hand and placed the other on my hip.

It wasn't until I spoke up to figure out what the hell Draco was doing.

"Look, what you were doing was just... a bit creepy." I make hand movements to emphasize my words. "If you're going to try and lie to me about what you were doing to my clothes and got caught red-handed, the least you can do is tell me what you were really doing, yeah?"

The Malfoy heir didn't say anything but I could tell that he looked both guilty and embarrassed.

I was about to open my mouth again to speak until my eyes caught a glimmer in his neck.

It was the other pair of the necklace that he owned.

I stare at it for a moment until sighing and pushing my hair back with my fingers.

"In any case, you didn't seem to be doing anything wrong like, burning my clothes or something. So, I'll let you off but I'm still creeped out about it." As those words left my mouth, Draco's face lit up.

"R-really?" He gulped but I could see the corner of his lips cracking into a small smile.

He almost looks too relieved and happy to be let off without any trouble.

"Just... don't do it again." I said and walked over to my nightstand. "And put all my clothes back to where you got them. Don't lump my washed blazer with the dirty ones, though."

I look over to Draco, who looked a bit displeased that I told him to put all my clothes back.

I was not phased by this, however, as I just shrugged and pulled one drawer open.

"You were the one who took them out - at least put them back after." I could feel him rolling his eyes behind me but I did hear shuffling in my bed so I assumed that he did, at least, put my clothes back.

I sigh and rummage through my drawer for a moment to look for a spare parchment but I couldn't find any.

I turn around and see that my bed was clean again - no clothes were sprawled around anymore.

Though, I still felt that something was missing. Something I knew I placed in the bed before I left the room and the common room.

I stare at the empty center of the bed for a moment before flicking my eyes over to Draco, who is now yawning and walking over to the bathroom with tired silver eyes.

"Draco," I called out to the Malfoy, making him stop in his tracks and turn to look at me with a curious look on his face.

"Hm?" He hummed.

"You didn't see a folded towel on my bed when you came in here, did you?" I ask.

Draco tilted his head to the side and cocked his head upwards slightly as if he was thinking back to the moment when he had entered our room a few minutes or hours ago.

"I didn't." He turned to look at me. "Your messy bed didn't have anything on it except sprawled out pillows."

I roll my eyes at his statement but dismissed him with a nod and a short 'okay' as he turned around and continued to walk his way to the bathroom.

"Maybe Alem put it away after I left?" I started to think. "He was still here when I left the room, after all. Maybe I should ask him that later."

I mumble and start to open my bag and check all the things that I need for tonight. I'm pretty sure that I haven't missed anything.

All that's left is Harry to tell me that we are going to the trapdoor tonight and end this so-called mystery once and for all.

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no I'm not dead but it really feels like I am, doesn't it?

I don't really have anything else to say except take this chapter as a small apology for not updating for almost 3 months straight????

I mean, it's not enough to cover all of my missing days but eh, I dunno.

Also, I've been watching Haikyuu and The Umbrella Academy and I kinda wanna make a fanfic about them but I need to restrain myself because I already have this and Limerence to think about-

I've been re-reading this story for quite a while just to check some mistakes and refresh my memory in case I forget some things that I need to explain in the future and my god, I didn't realize how many mistakes there are in this story like wtf they're littered everywhere.

Don't be shy to leave some comments of how I can improve the story. I'm open for criticisms and please tell me if you like how the story's going so far (even though I have a shitty upload schedule) 'cause they encourage me lol

Speaking of comments, I've been seeing some ppl who are re-reading the story while waiting for me to update and lemme tell you that I am both flattered and ashamed because, 1. People actually re-read this story? Nani- and 2. I'm making you guys wait for WAY TOO LONG just for a single chapter

I love y'all btw and honestly thank you for reading the book! I appreciate your comments!

We also reached 1k votes and 37k reads! Like, holy crap I didn't expect to have a lot of readers when I first started out. I thought no one actually read Yandere Harry Potter books, much less THIS one.

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Anyway, I'll be back to update Limerence again because my god, it's been so long since I've updated that book. Go check it out if you haven't btw, it's a Yandere todobakudeku book (or not if you're not into that)