I Hate Him!

I hate him!

Imagine~

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: Ron eating. The green beast!

(SET ORDER OF THE PHOENIX)

“Do you honestly think I’ll fail my test?” Harry asked Y/n in the common room.

“Yeah.” She replied nonchalantly. He punched her arm playfully.

“Right, sorry. Uh, no.” Y/n said, smiling at him crookedly.

“You know, you’re not help at all in the comforting department.” Harry smiled cheekily at her.

“Yeah, I don’t think I am.” Y/n agreed, leaning her back on the couch. 

“What are you good at then?” Harry asked, subconsciously taking her hand.

Y/n flushed slightly. “Sleeping and eating.”

“I’m sorry, Ron has already taken that position of talent.” 

“God dammit, Ronald!” Y/n sighed, thinking.

“I’m good at… Harry help me out here.” She ordered him, looking at him expectantly.

“You’re good at getting out of bed,” Y/n chuckled slightly. “Being pretty, being my friend, Defense Against The Dark Arts, Potions; I don’t know how you do that.”

“Oh.” Y/n realized she could do a lot of things. “I’m not pretty.”

“Sure you are.” Harry said with ease, wishing he won’t muck up on complementing her.

Y/n was blushing furiously, a scowl on her face. “Well, I have to go.”

“Uh, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, bye.” Y/n jumped off the couch, scurrying towards Hermione who was doing her homework. She sat in front of the bushy haired girl with a huff.

Hermione looked up with a quirked brow. “What’s got your wand in a twist?”

“Harry! I hate him!” Y/n exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air.

“I thought you guys were just laughing on the couch…” Hermione trailed off confused. “Sorry, why do you hate him?”

“Because he’s so mushy, compliments me and he’s always smiling making me smile, and-”

“I’m sorry, you said you had a problem?”

“How can you not see the dilemma here?!” Y/n groaned banging her head on to the table.

“I’m pretty sure you have a crush, Y/n.” Hermione stated to her friend, smiling lately.

Y/n lifted up her head, gobsmacked. “No.” She gasped.

“Yes.” Hermione persisted.

Y/n let out another groan. “Why? Why me? And, why him?”

“I don’t know.” Hermione said, simply.

“Even Hermione Granger doesn’t know! I’m doomed!” 

“Just tell him your feelings.”

“NO! Nope, no no no, nopity nope.” Y/n rushed out, horrified.

“Or, continuing being his friend.” Hermione said, amused. 

“Yeah,” Y/n nodded. “That sounds good. Be his friend.”

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Y/n hated being Harry’s friend. Absolutely hated it. She hated the feeling she got when she was around him. She hated when he smiled at her. She hated being nothing more than friends.

“Why don’t you just tell him then?” Hermione asked at breakfast time, scrunching her nose up at Ron's’ messy eating.

“Yeah, why don’t you?” He asked, chicken in his mouth.

“Because he’ll reject me! And I’ll have to die, I should just start digging my grave. Oh, my god, I hate my life!”

“Why’d you hate your life?” A voice asked, startling Y/n in her seat. It was Harry.

“Oh, you know….” She looked around and looked at the Professors table. “Snape.”

Harry nodded his head in understanding. “If only we could cast a bogie spell on him.”

“I am not doing it!” Ron shuddered, reminiscing Second year.

Y/n shivered too, that was not a pretty sight.

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Over the weeks, Y/n continued to be Harry’s friend, distancing herself from him unknowingly. Harry seemed more upset as he only got to see her twice a day, her usually running off before he can talk to her. And, a pit of jealousy started to stir in his stomach as he watched Y/n interacting with an older boy more than him.

“You’re honestly so dumb.” Alfred, Y/n’s Hufflepuff friend told her. “He definitely likes you.”

“No.” Y/n thought it absurd. Harry? Harry potter liking me? Never.

She sighed exasperated. “I am dumb. I’m just trying to ignore my feeling towards him.”

“And, how’s that going?” Alfred quizzed.

“Horrible.” Y/n groaned.

“I don’t see why you’re hanging out with me, when you could be hanging out with your friends. And, I’m two years older than you, I’m not here for longer, they are.”

“You’re right, Alfie. I guess this is good bye.” Y/n mock cried, walking away.

“Don’t call me Alfie!” He yelled at her retreating form.

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a harry potter au where potions is taught by gordon ramsay

Hello There (James Potter x Reader)

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Summary: in which Harry Potter takes a trip down memory lane

Warnings: fluff? A bit of angst?

A/N: I usually do second person, but third person was the better option for this

Masterlist

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“Is this thing on?” James tapped the camera, sending a loud thumping sound through the speakers.

Harry watched as his mother jumped into frame. She looked so happy as if everything was light as air. He saw the way his mom and dad looked at each other. As his dad wrapped his arms around her like second nature.

In all the pictures he had of them, they always shared that same look as if they were the only two people in the world. Harry didn’t think he’d ever get sick of seeing pictures of his parents.

“James, stop being such a oldie,” she laughed. James rolled his eyes. She turned her focus back to the camera.

The screen wobbled, making Harry feel motion sick. It already made his stomach flip seeing his parents. This is the last thing they left him, and it was strange only seeing it just now that Remus had confessed to knowing his parents.

“Sirius, stop shaking the camera! You’re going to make Harry throw up,” Y/N chided.

The frames began to steady as she rolled her eyes at the man behind the camera.

Harry tensed up. Sirius. The Sirius that Harry knew would later betray his parents. He frowned at the mention of his name.

“Hi, unborn baby Harry!” James waved into the camera.

Y/N also waved. “Hi!” She turned back to her husband. “Oh, I wonder if he’ll have your eyes!”

James adjusted his glasses. “I wonder if he’s going to play quidditch! Or if he’s picking up all the ladies like his godfather, Sirius." That comment earned him a light hit on the shoulder. James laughed, nevertheless.

"Or maybe he’s studious like Remus and Lily. Or maybe he’s all adorable and quiet like Peter,” Y/N ruffled Wormtail’s hair affectionately.

Harry watched the video carefully, taking in each and every sentence as fast as he could.

"Well, whatever you end up to be, just know we’ll love you all the same, sweetheart,” his mother grinned genuinely.

“Yup,” James agreed. “You’re going to be the coolest son, and I’m going to be the coolest dad.”

“Remus, Peter, Sirius, Lily, do you have anything to add?” Y/N beckoned at some people out of the camera.

The focus flipped towards Sirius. It was nothing like the newspaper’s pictures. This image of Sirius Black captured a happy and carefree expression. The ones in the paper reflected a sad and hurt human.

“Hello, baby Potter! I still think it would’ve been pretty awesome if your name was Sirius after the most fabulous person in your life,” Padfoot said, jokingly.

Harry refrained from rolling his eyes. He studied him, wondering if in that moment he knew he was going to kill his parents.

"Oh, shut up!” A feminine voice, not belonging to his mother, mused out of frame. “Let me see the camera.”

It swiveled around to reveal a woman with long apple red hair. “Hey, Harry, it’s Lily! I just wanted to tell you that you have the most amazing parents ever. Their romance is absolutely nauseatingly cute, and I know that they’re going to love you so so much! You’re going to have so many sweet people in your life.”

The camera panned, letting Harry get a glimpse of all the parental figures he could’ve had in his life. His heart twisted painfully.

“Alrighty, my turn!” A younger Remus than the one Harry saw everyday in Defense of the Dark Arts appeared. This one looked happier too– less tired and stressed out. “Lily’s right. You’re going to have the absolutely coolest people in your life. And you’re going to meet even more friends at Hogwarts– or where ever you end up going. We’re always going to be here for you.”

“You guys!” Sirius whined, directing the camera back towards him. “Okay, I was unaware this was supposed to be very serious, so I’m back again to put in a better word. Your parents are two of the nicest people in the world. They befriended me, and your dad took me in as one of their own, and your mom helped me graduate and get out of a countless amount of detentions.”

“The stage is all yours, Peter,” Remus pushed the camera towards him.

Peter waved at the camera, awkwardly. “W-well, I know that you’re going to have the most exciting life at whatever school you go to, and you’re going to make so many friends. We’ll always be here to welcome you home, though.”

Y/N ruffled Peter’s hair. “You guys are too sweet!”

"Hear that, Harry? Now it’s confirmed on recording that we are indeed the most amazing parents in the world,” James chuckled.

Harry’s mother pecked James on the cheek dreamily. “Just imagine it! Twelve or so years from now, we’re going to be at Diagon Alley helping Harry buy his school supplies!”

“Imagine the types of high quality brooms the future will have,” Harry’s dad added.

“Oh goodness, it’s going to be so much fun! And then we’ll be there to send him off the school and watch as he goes on the train and make new friends. Jamsie, I can’t wait to see what type of person is going to turn out to be!” She said excitedly.

He laughed. “And we’re also going to be the coolest grandparents ever.”

Harry’s eyes prickled harshly at each missed opportunity that could’ve happened. Things could’ve been so much easier.

“We’re so excited to meet you,” his dad said.

Y/N quickly interjected, “We just want to let you know that we’ll love you no matter what. We’ll always be on your side. And also, we wanted to say that you’re already the best thing that’s happened to us.”

“Lover boy and lover girl, we’re about to run out of film,” Sirius said.

Y/N sobered from her fantasy land and James put an arm around her. “Bye bye, Harry. I love you!”

“I love you!” James waved again and the video cut off abruptly.

Harry furiously wiped his tears. He wanted nothing more to see his parents in person and hear it straight from them.

“Love you too.”

:D

Slytherin Harry.

I want Slytherin Harry being dormates with Draco. I want Slytherin Harry to argue with Draco playfully every single day. I want Slytherin Harry to still be friends with Ron and Hermione and stand up for muggle borns. I want Slytherin Harry to sass the fuck out of Snape wIth the help of Draco. i want Slytherin Harry to rise Slytherin out of its stereotypes because of how freaking nice he is to everybody. I want Slytherin Harry to encourage his fellow housemates to not be dicks, so that all of them can be seen in a different light. I want Slytherin Harry to comfort Draco whenever the poor boy needed it, because let’s be honest, they’re both broken. I want Slytherin Harry to look really intimidating at first then end up tripping on his own feet which pretty much tells everybody how much of a dork he is. I want Slytherin Harry’s amazing sass to unleash in the common room every night. I want Slytherin Harry becoming best friends with Draco in their first year, because once you get through all those mean comments, Harry saw a boy just like him. I want Slytherin Harry being looked at respectfully by his fellow housemates when his name came out of the Goblet of Fire because it fit so perfectly with Slytherin. Harry “cunningly” put his name in, he “ambitiously” thought of it, and he did it so “mischievously”. I want Slytherin Harry to convince at least his dormates that he didn’t put his name in, and I want them to roll their eyes and go “We believe you, Potter, but good luck. You were far too stupid to even figure out how to put your bloody name in there, anyway.” I want Slytherin Harry to laugh at all those “POTTER STINKS” badges because it’s such an inside joke to the Slytherins, and that Blaise started it as a joke in History of Magic. I want Slytherin Harry to hide behind the older Slytherins when people would taunt him for being “The Heir Of Slytherin” because they believe him and as we all know, “You’re far too stupid to even get to class without tripping, Potter, how the fuck would you be an heir to our almighty ancestor Salazar?”I want Slytherin Harry to come barreling into the common room right after his talk with Dumbledore and start sobbing. I want some of the Slytherins to start comfroting him and bringing him chocolate. I want Slytherin Harry to amazingly stop the prejudice. I want Slytherin Harry to jokingly blow a kiss to Malfoy when he wins the quidditch cup. LOOK I WANT MALFOY TO ROLL HIS EYES AND SARCASTICALLY WINK BACK WITH HIS SIGNATURE SMIRK ON HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE. I WANT THE SLYTHERINS TO RISE A REBELLION AGAINST UMBRIDGE ONCE THEY SAW THE WRITINGS ON HARRY’S HAND. I WANT THEM TO BRING HELL. I WANT THE SLYTHERINS TO BE SUCH AN AWESOME HOUSE WITH HARRY BY THEIR SIDE. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO STRUT INTO THE COMMON ROOM WHEN ANNOUNCED QUIDDITCH CAPTAIN. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO SNEAK INTO THE KITCHEN WITH DRACO FOR A MIDNIGHT SNACK. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO LEAD DRACO BACK INTO THE GOOD SIDE. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO HISS AT DRACO WHENEVER HE COMES IN WITH “Malfoy.” I WANT A TON OF SLYTHERINS TO STAY BEHIND FOR THE BATTLE AT HOGWARTS BECAUSE HARRY THOUGHT THEM WHAT GOOD MEANT AND THEY WERE WILLING TO FIGHT FOR IT EVEN WHEN THEY COULD BE FIGHTING RELATIVES. I WANT SLYTHERIN HARRY TO JUST FUCKING SAVAGE YOU KNOW.

Slytherin Harry.

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