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howlers; h.p.
pairing: harry james potter x fem!reader
synopse: everytime harry fucks anything up and gets in trouble, there is a bet: which howler will he be receiving?
warnings: everything’s fine au, howlers, james and sirius being an iconic duo, just fluff
word count: 1.4k
a/n: this idea is from a pin i saw (can’t link it here), so credits to its owner! hope you enjoy it :)
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Harry James Potter's life was no easy task, but in the best way possible.
Voldemort had been defeated on the fateful 31st October of 1981, within the dark sky of halloween night. No one knew exactly what happened; just that he went to the Potter's to kill the youngest of them, and the curse, apparently, backfired. There was also a rumor about a stag and a black dog, but we will not get into detail. All that mattered was that Voldemort was gone. For good.
Most of his followers went to Azkaban, including Peter Pettigrew, for his betrayal and hidden devoted passion to the dark side. There were some rebellions in the following years, but nothing too big, as their leader had fallen. And because there were such good aurors taking care of everything.
So, having James Potter as his father, Sirius Black as his godfather, and Remus Lupin as his, basically, second father and godfather, growing up was eventful, to say the least.
Don't get him wrong; he absolutely loved them with all of his might. He just wished that they made it easier for him sometimes. Like now, for example.
It was a typical wednesday morning. Everyone was in the Great Hall, as breakfast time was still going and there would be no classes for another half an hour.
You were currently almost completely in your boyfriend's lap, eating your cereals and talking happily to Ginny and Hermoine.
Harry, however, was not very happy; in fact, he was dreading every minute of this breakfast.
He had his arms wrapped around your waist, and his head was buried in your shoulder, eyes closed. He was trying his best to ignore his friends' teasing, the glances from people around and, mainly, the big windows.
Why? Because Hedwig would enter the Hall any minute now. Why was he dreading it? Howlers, of course.
He had pranked Snape along with the Weasley twins the previous day. It was pretty good, if you asked Harry. All of the cauldrons had exploded, and confetti was thrown at Snape, as it was his birthday. They just had to do it. One week of detention and McGonagalls lectures were more than worth it. But there was a little detail that Harry always seemed to forget; the howler he would get the day after.
There were just three options:
1, James and Sirius congratulating him and wishing they were there;
2, Lily wanting to beat his arse;
Or 3, everything mixed together and the complete chaos.
So, here he was; trying to hide in you, hoping you would save him. "Harry, love, I swear to Merlin, I loved your prank-"
"Hey!--" Fred and George yelled from somewhere.
"- but what were you expecting? They do this all the time. You better be hoping that my mom won't be in that howler, then it would be embarrassing," you grinned at him. In all honesty, you usually were involved in the mess (growing up with Harry would do that to you) and your mom was a troublemaker along with the Marauders in their years- the only voice of sense being Lily (even though we all know that Lily secretly loved it all). So, this didn't really faze you; it was actually amusing.
You weren't part of this prank because Harry wanted it to be a surprise. And one hell of a surprise it was.
You too got a week worth of detention because you couldn't stop laughing. Ron and Dean got 3 days. The rest of the students got all one night just because.
"Why can't they just be normal people?" Harry's muffled voice asked.
You rolled your eyes, still smiling. "We are talking about our families here, Harry. Nothing less should be expected."
A few moments passed. Everyone was talking with their friends, and the High Table was still full with all of the professor's and staff. The noise in the Great Hall was full of life, and it was strangely comforting.
Suddenly all the chatter died down, and everyone was looking at the windows. Harry immediately seated upright and snapped his head to the windows direction.
The motion almost made you fall, and that made Harry wrap his arms tighter around you, and pull your body flushed against his well-built chest.
A snowy owl majestically flew around the room with two letters in its beak. One of them was bright red.
Harry loudly groaned which got several chuckles from around. He could swear that Hedwig did this every time for attention. Sirius probably bribed her to do it; fly in the most attention-bringer moment. Fucking Padfoot.
The letters fell into your lap, as you were still on Harry. You cackled loudly as you picked the howler up and wiggled it right in front of Harry's face.
Harry pouted and took the letter, sighing. Looking around, he saw every single pair of eyes on them, the silence defining.
Harry closed his eyes tightly in exasperation, taking one last deep breath, and opened the howler.
"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT THE HELL--" Lily's voice bellowed.
"I AM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU, SON!--"
"James Fleamont,"
"MOONY MOONY MOONY, DID YA HEARD ABOUT THE PRANK?!"
"SIRIUS, NO! WHERE DID YOU CAME FROM, OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"PADS, THE PRANK ON SNIVELLUS, BRILLIANT! He learned it from me--"
"Actually, if he learned it from someone it was from me. Remember that time, Remus and Sirius were--" your mother's voice echoed through the letter.
"NO! Out of here!" Remus' voice yelled in the background.
"And he got what? One week worth of detention? AMAZING!" Sirius laughed.
"Minnie's getting soft, honestly--"
"Harry, please behave; I love you- James you get back here right this second or I swear to Godric."
"Lily-flower, darling, hey--!" James yelped after a big metallic bang!.
"Goodbye, Harry, " Remus chuckled.
"Don't forget to write to us! And you too Y/N!" your mother excitedly said.
"PADFOOT NO--!"
And the howler ended.
For ten solid seconds, no one said anything.
And then, the chaos started.
Yells and money was being passed around. At this point, it was regular free entertainment for everyone. Harry wanted to at least pretend that he was embarrassed, but really, he couldn't.
You yelled out a 'yes!' before jumping from Harry’s lap and running to the High Table.
Once you reached it, you slammed your two hands right in front of Dumbledoor and McGonagall. "Well, professor, it seems like you have a small debt to pay, isn't it?" you smirked.
Dumbledoor sighed. "Very well. Ms. Y/L/N," he gave you a small bag full of galleons. "Minerva," he gave McGonagall another one.
"Yes, Albus, Ms. Y/L/N is quite right, I reckon. And I believe you also owe me something, no?" Minerva raised her eyebrows with a small proudful smile.
You high-fived McGonagall, who rolled her eyes, and put your galleons in a hidden pocket of your robe. "Nice doing business with you. Headmaster, Minnie," you started to walk run back to her table.
When you got there, everything was still the same. Yells, laughs, bickering, the usual. You took place in your boyfriend's lap again, this time facing him and grinned as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Hello there, my love!"
Harry bit his lip, trying to contain his amusement. "How much did you get this time?"
You eyed him suspiciously. However, you quickly gave in when Harry raised an eyebrow. "...20 galleons," you answered proudly.
Harry grinned. "Why do they keep betting with you?"
"Maybe they still haven't memorised the sore taste of loss?" you sighed dramatically.
"Merlin, I love you so much," Harry laughed and brought your face closer.
"Of course you do, doesn't everybody?" you teased.
Harry deadpanned.
"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I've been spending way too much time with Padfoot, haven't I?" you tried again. No response from Harry. You then beamed. "I love you."
Harry brushed your lips together, a soft smile adorning his face. And when you were sure he would kiss you, he suddenly smirked. "Doesn't everybody?"
"Harry James Potter!"
Yes, his life really was not easy, but he wouldn't have it any other way.
howlers from my school presentations:
"Alexander the Great was such a drama queen."
"it's not really a big deal, you just die"
"people were buried in vehicles, because you know, they were dead and their legs weren't in use anymore"
*pride flag over one whole slide*