Golden Trio X Reader - Tumblr Posts
Hi! Could you do prompt 22? With the golden trio x reader? Something kinda angsty? Thanks!
prompt 22: “this isn’t goodbye.”
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the battle of hogwarts raged around you, screams tearing from every direction as you ran desperately through the corridors, stopping only to assist a student in need if you saw one. you had to find them. despite your aching body, you were not going to give up until you knew they were still alive.
the people you were looking for were none other than your best friends, hermione granger, ron weasley and harry potter. you hadn’t even had a chance to see them before everything erupted into chaos, because you took the liberty of escorting students unable to fight to safety.
in hindsight, it seemed like a good idea, making sure they were safe was crucial - though you wished you’d at least had a chance to speak to them, to wish them luck.
now here you were, searching every inch of the castle, desperate to find your friends. you knew them well - if it came down to it, which seemingly, it was about to - they would risk everything to keep the people they cared about safe. especially harry.
voldemort had just demanded harry to see him on his own. should it have been any one, you were sure they would’ve had some sense and declined. unfortunately, it was harry james potter, who was anything but selfish.
you were on the verge of giving up when you saw a spell fly past you, catching your attention. you snapped your head in the direction of the wizard, only to see a death eater about to attack you again. you quickly shouted “protego!” and blocked his spell, launching into a duel with the man behind the mask.
you shot spells back and forth, though your exhaustion was becoming clear, and your attacks were slowing with each passing spell.
suddenly, you heard a familiar voice cry out. “stupefy!” and your attacker was sent flying. you whipped around as a relieved smile overtook your features as you took off towards your best friend, quickly engulfing him in a hug, which he returned instantly.
“you’re alive.” you whispered, pulling back to look him up and down, seeing minimal scratches on his body. relief washed over you as you saw hermione and ron round the corner shortly after, and you gratefully threw your arms around the two of them, a small tear escaping your eyes.
“i thought you were dead.” you spoke truthfully, glancing from them to harry. they all smiled sadly, despite everything- at least you were all safe.
harry looked over his friends, scanning their faces before he frowned deeply. “i have to go.” he spoke, catching their attention. you all began to argue, but he held up a hand, silencing you. “i have to do this. he wants me.” you all shared disapproving looks, though you knew deep down, harry wasn’t changing his mind.
you ran back over to your best friend, pulling him into another hug. you were probably suffocating him with how tight you held him, but at that moment, neither of you cared. you felt hermione and ron engulf you both, and you all stood silently for a moment, no one speaking. harry eventually pulled back, and looked over all of you, before swallowing thickly, and turning away.
“wait! harry!” you called, and he turned, though you knew it was painful for him to walk away. “this isn’t goodbye.” you stated, and he forced a smile, nodding.
“this isn’t goodbye.” he repeated, and with one last look at the lot of you, he walked off, ready to finish this war. whatever it took.
Life At Hogwarts - Diagon Alley and Platform Nine and Three Quaters
This is part one but there is a prologue on my masterlist
notes: anything in italics is a thought and in bold is a reader’s note, I also apologize for any errors, I look forward to hearing any feedback!
Also I am staying close to the actual story with some minor adjustments. Stay tuned for more!!
It is finally the day that you will get all the supplies you need for your first year at Hogwarts. You wrote a letter the day you were accepted to Hogwarts to Minerva McGonagall, the lady whose name was on your acceptance letter, explaining that you had no idea how to get your supplies and sent the owl back to her. You asked her for help and she quickly offered to meet you and take you to Diagon Alley to gather any materials that you might need.
Your father was out for the day so when you heard a knock at the door you knew that it had to be McGonagall. You raced to the front door, smoothed out your clothes to look presentable, and politely opened to door to greet your guest.
“Hello, my name is (Y/N). Thank you so much for taking me to get my books,” you rush out as you extend your hand to her. She takes your small outstretched hand in hers, her nimble fingers curling around your hand.
“My name is McGonagall. It is a pleasure to meet you” she replies politely her tall, elegant frame smiling down at you. “We had better get going if we want to get everything you need” she added.
As you walked through the bustling cobblestone walkway your eyes darted from one store to the next in fascination.
“I think we should begin by going to Gringotts” McGonagall informed me as you stared in fascination at this new world around you.
“Okay, what’s at Gringotts” you trailed after the elegant woman.
“Gringotts is the bank that all wizards use. It is owned and operated by goblins” she answered simply. You arrived outside a white marble building that towers above all the other shops in Diagon Alley. You and McGonagall climbed the white stairs in between the large marble pillars to the bronze door that is guarded by two goblins dressed in uniforms of deep scarlet outlined in the purest yellow gold. Once through the bronze doors, we found ourselves in an entry hall staring at guarded silver doors engraved with ornate writing that reads:
Enter, stranger, but take heed
Of what awaits the sin of greed
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief, you have been warned, beware
Of finding more than treasure there.
Once through those doors, we entered the marble hall with long counters on either side of the walkway. The counters had workstations every few feet with goblins carrying out different tasks. The room was light by candles in ornate holders and the crystal chandeliers hanging from the vaulted ceiling. As we walked, our steps echoed. The only other sounds in the room were the scribbling of quills and the ticking of a large golden clock that rested on a ledge above a door leading off to the right. We step up to a counter once a goblin become available.
“(Y/F/N) (Y/L/N) would like to make a withdrawal” McGonagall states.
“Come with me the goblin” commands and walks away as you and McGonagall follow closely behind.
“I have an account here” you question McGonagall as you trail behind the goblin.
“You were your mother’s sole heir when she passed. Everything that she had she left to you” McGonagall stated giving you a solemn look.
“My mother was a witch” you turn on McGonagall with wide eyes, astonished with the new information.
“She was, indeed, an immensely powerful witch at that. Has your father told you nothing about her” she asked with a frown etched on her face.
“Only that it’s my fault she died” you mumbled but she still heard what you said. The goblin leads you and McGonagall from the beautiful marble hallways to a stone passageway dimly lit by flaming torches. We all three got into a cart that was on the mini train tracks, the goblin behind the controls. We descended into the tunnel at a rapid pace. The goblin drove the cart around turns as we soared along the track; McGonagall’s face remained stoic while you laughed as the wind whipped through your hair. The cart comes to a sudden stop jarring you a bit as it was unexpected.
“Vault 737” the goblin announces as he exits the cart. He walks up to the door and drags a finger down it and you hear a resounding clank as the door unlocks. You walk into the room followed closely by McGonagall.
“My mom was rich?” you asked as you looked around the room piled with gold, jewels, and artifacts.
“I would have expected nothing less from a woman of her standing” McGonagall replied calmly as she hands you a small pouch for you to point some coins into. You load the pouch with gold coins and hand it to McGonagall for safe keeping. After getting your money the goblin takes you and McGonagall to back to the stone passageway you came from. You exit the cart and walk back through the glorious entryway of the bank, out the doors, and onto the cobblestone walkway of Diagon Alley.
“Okay, the first item on the list is a wand” you read off to McGonagall.
“To Ollivander’s” she directs. As soon as you arrive at the narrow shop you see gold lettering above the door that is beginning to peel telling you that you are in the right place.
“While you get your wand, I will go get your books” she states and she hands you 7 galleons for your wand. You wave to her as you turn to enter the wand shop a smile on your face. An old man was behind the counter and wands were in stacked in boxes and shoved into cubbies all around the store. He lifted his head up from whatever type of wand he was looking at and his shinning pale eyes met your (y/e/c) ones in the dim light.
“Why, hello there” he starts. “Here for your wand already Ms. (Y/L/N). I remember when each of your parents came in to buy their first wands” he recalled. You felt the wind rush out of your lungs; my father is a wizard. You shook your head slightly and the smile returned to your face although this one didn’t quite reach your eyes. The man across the counter seemed to realize your change in expression.
“My apologies I shouldn’t have brought up you mother, it’s a terrible thing that happened to her” Ollivander rushed out offering you condolences. He pulls out a wand and hands it to you. You grip the wand and stare at it expectantly.
“Well give it a wave” he orders and your face heats realizing you had been standing there looking foolish. You wave the wand and boxes start flying out of the cubbies behind Ollivander and you gently place the wand down. You and Ollivander both clearly surprised at the result.
“Different than your father then” Ollivander thinks out loud. Different indeed, you agree internally.
“Perhaps this wand will do the trick” he announces as he hands you a different wand. You wave this wand and the boxes of wands you had previously pulled out of the cabinets swirled around smacking you and Ollivander and you set that wand down as well a confused look crosses the man’s face briefly before he grabs another box.
“And different from your mother” he adds as you pick up the third wand. You pause slightly before waving the wand and you glow under the wand.
“Very nice wand Ms. Barnes. Vine wood with a phoenix feather core 10 ¾ inches and unyielding flexibility (this was the wand I got on Pottermore if you would like to insert your own wand here). I believe that you are capable of greatness, use it well” he advises as you pay for your wand. You exit the shop and find McGonagall waiting for you with all your books in hand. You quickly take the books from her, so she doesn’t have to carry them and thank her for picking them up for you.
“So, my father is also a wizard” you start as you and McGonagall walk to get your robes from Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
“Yes, he was” she replied curtly, not offering you any more information than you already had. You arrived outside the purple shop it also has gold lettering, same as Ollivander’s, and it has a rounded display window that is currently showing off robes for students. You go into the shop and quickly get fitted for you robes. You buy the three sets of plain robes you need as well as the protective gloves, black pointy hat, and the winter cloak. You rush out of the crowded shop and breath a sigh of relief and McGonagall shoots you a small smile. The next place on the list is Potage’s Cauldron Shop. You and McGonagall walk to the northside of Diagon Alley to the shop. There is a sign outside advertising the different types of cauldrons available. You open the burgundy door and head into the small shop expertly finding a pewter size two cauldron. You make your purchase and leave ready to check off another item on the list. Mr. Mulpepper's Apothecary is the next place on the list you dip into the store and buy your set of phials that your required to have. The next stop is Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment where you buy your telescope and your brass scales. You saved the best shop for last; you are allowed to choose on pet an owl, a cat, or a toad. You decided that you wanted an owl, so you and McGonagall walk to Eeylops Owl Emporium. There are owl cages hanging outside of the dark shop. You entered the shop and were instantly fascinated by all the owls. The shop had Barn owls, Brown owls, Screech owls, Snowy owls, Tawny owls, and Barred owls. You practically bounced from cage to cage entranced by each owl until you came across a small female snowy owl that looked up at you with its wide eyes and you immediately knew that you wanted that owl. You paid for the owl, the cage, and food for the owl while grinning and McGonagall couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the sight. As you left the Owl Emporium you noticed the shop across the walkway, Quality Quidditch Supplies. You wove through the crowd of people and stood in front of the shop looking at the brooms they had on display in the window.
“First years aren’t allowed to play quidditch,” McGonagall informs and your smile drops, “but you can always try-out next year.”
“Yeah, next year” you mumble to yourself as you keep your eyes locked on the brooms.
“I think we should eat, get your bags, and head to the train station” McGonagall plans and you nod in agreement. You turn to leave Diagon Alley but you turn back to give one last glance at the brooms, little did you know McGonagall watched you with mischief in her eyes but it was gone the second you turned back around.
You and McGonagall arrived a King’s Cross Train Station. You had all your things piled on a cart.
“Here is your ticket” McGonagall states as she hands you your ticket.
“Thank you.”
“Now remember you get to platform 9 and ¾ by walking through the wall that separates platform nine and platform ten,” she explains once again, “I have to go back to Hogwarts, I’ll see you when you get there.”
“Okay, I’ll see you at Hogwarts” you repeat, and she walks away leaving you to board the train. You walk through the station searching for platforms nine and ten. You find the platforms and more importantly the wall that separates them. After you take a quick breath you walk into the wall just like McGonagall told you and when you come out the side of the wizarding world you are met with a black and red train as well as other students. You board the train easily and you hear the whistle blow. As you walk down the narrow corridor of the train you look for a compartment with other people that look friendly. You walk up to a compartment just as the trolley lady is leaving.
“Hi. Do guys mind if I join you” you ask looking between the boy with black hair and glasses and the boy with the red hair.
“No. Come on in” the dark-haired boy answers. I sit beside him, and I notice his lap is filled with sweets. I guess I know why the trolley lady was stopped here so long.
“My name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N” I introduce smiling at both boys.
“I’m Ron Weasley” the red-haired boy states.
“And I’m Harry Potter” the raven-haired boy adds.
“Nice to meet you both” you answer.
“You too” they both reply.