Hi!! Can I have a request please for platonic siblings for Harry Potter x reader! It’s when the trio and Harry’s younger Hufflepuff sister go on the hunt and the reader takes Hermione’s place instead in the DH. After that she stays mute and constantly ignoring Harry cause she was thinking he wasn’t going to help her. Harry helps her get better. Sorry if this is confusing!
A/n: Hello, thank you for requesting! Sorry it took so long to post, I had to re-watch the movie. This was kind of confusing but it’s probably because I’m writing this at 2 am and I’m lacking sleep.
I also didn’t know if you wanted DH1 or 2 so I wrote the scene in DH1 where they take the Horcrux Umbridge has. I also wasn’t sure if you didn’t want Hermione in this, so I just made the reader take her place. If you wanted a different scene or want me to re-write it, just tell me I’ll willingly re-write it for you!
pairings: Harry Potter x female sibling reader (platonic love)
warnings: 5 or less swear words, kind of angst idk it made me tear up a bit maybe bc I relate to it a bit, horrible spelling and grammar (this is not proof read)
You sat on the couch near Harry, while Ron tried to play the piano. Neither of them paying much attention to you.
“Don’t press the keys too hard Ron” you told him.
“Ok, thanks” he replied, he tried again but the notes still sounded horrible.
You softly chuckled to yourself.
“They have flesh memories, by the way” you told Harry, noticing him staring intently at the golden snitch in front of him. “Maybe Dumbledore hid something inside it.”
Suddenly there was loud banging coming from a different room, you all rushed out to go see if Kreacher had returned.
Dobby and Kreacher were both bringing a man into the kitchen.
“Harry Potter & Y/N Potter, so long it’s been!” Dobby exclaims.
The man struggles, grunted trying to throw the house elves off him.
“As requested, Kreacher has returned with the thief, Mundungus Fletcher.” Kreacher informs us.
Mundungus puts his arm in his coat to pull out his wand.
“Expelliarmus!” You cast the spell, grabbing his wand before he could do anything.
“What you playing at, setting a pair of bleeding house elves onto me ?” He grumbled, clearly angry.
“Dobby was only trying to help. Dobby saw Kreacher in Diagon Alley, which Dobby thought was curious. A-and then Dobby heard Kreacher mention Harry Potter and his sister’s name. And then Dobby saw Kreacher talking with the thief Mundungus-”
“I’m no thief! You foul, little git. I’m a purveyor of rare and wonderful objects.” Mundungus said.
“What you just described is a thief.” You replied.
“Everyone knows it, Dung.” Ron added entering the room.
“Mr Weasley! So good to see you again.” Dobby smiles.
“Wicked trainers” Ron compliments Dobby, while shaking his hand.
“Listen, I panicked that night, all right? Can I help it if Mad-Eye fell off his broom?” Dung shouted, sitting on a chair in the corner of the room.
“Tell the truth.” You demanded
“When you turned this place over — don’t deny it — you found a locket, am I right?” Harry said angrily, talking for the first time since Mundungus came.
“Why? Was it valuable?” Mundungus asks
“You’ve still got it?” You ask
“No, he’s worried he didn’t get enough money for it.” Ron states
“Bleeding give it away, didn’t I? There I was flogging me wares in Diagon Alley when some ministry hag comes up and asks to see me license. Says she’s a mind to lock me up. And would’ve done, too, if she hadn’t have taken a fancy to that locket.” He tells you
“Who was she, the witch? Do you know?” Harry questions
“No, I…” he looks at the ground, something catches his eye. He picks it up and says, “well she’s there. Look. Bleeding now and all.”
On the newspaper was the one and only toad face… Delores Umbridge. You and Harry looked at each other, giving each other nervous looks.
“This is going to be a whole lot harder than I wanted” you muttered.
You, Harry and Ron’s plan to go undercover as ministry workers using polyjuice potion was currently in action.
You were currently plucking a hair off of each person you “kidnaped” you would classify it as kidnaping though. Once you were done, you faced the boys.
“Right, remember what we said. Don’t speak to anyone unless absolutely necessary. Just try to act as normal as you possibly can, do what everyone else is doing. If we do this, then, with a bit of luck, we should be able to get inside. And then…” you say.
“It gets really tricky.” Harry finishes the sentence for you.
“This is completely mental.” Harry states
“The world’s mental. Come on, we’ve got a Horcrux to find.” Ron spoke up
You nodded, dropping the hair of the lady you “kidnaped” into the potion and then downing it.
🗓 ::: after transforming ::: 🗓
You and the boys left the garage you transformed in, now looking completely different to before. You separated from the boys, heading to the women’s bathroom were you can enter the ministry.
You opened the stall, closing the door behind you. You exhaled through your nose before stepping into the toilet bowl.
“Fucking disgusting.” You whispered to yourself before flushing yourself down the toilet.
You came out of one of the floo system portal things. You walked with everyone else, trying to look as normal as possible. You stopped in front of the fountain, where Harry soon met you.
“Muggles. In their “rightful” place.” you finish his sentence, looking at the disgusting statue in front of you.
“Got to tell you.” Ron says joining you and Harry. “I’m starting to freak out a bit.”
“How long did you say this batch of polyjuice would last, Y/N?” Harry asks you slightly angry.
You all headed to the elevator, trying to get the job done as fast as possible.
“Cattermole. It’s still raining inside my office, that’s two days now.” Someone who looked like a knock off Lucius Malfoy said to Ron.
“Have you tried an umbrella?” Ron asked, frightened. You tried not to laugh at his words, moving closer to Harry so you were less visible.
“You do realise I’m going downstairs, don’t you, Cattermole?” The man questioned Ron again.
“Downstairs?” Ron asked the mad again
“To interrogate your wife. Now, if my wife’s blood status were in doubt and the law of the department of magical law enforcement needed a job doing I think I might just make that a priority. You have one hour.” The man grumbled before walking away.
Ron started breathing heavily, he pulled the lever and the elevator started going backwards. You quickly grabbed onto the handles on the roof of the elevator to stable yourself.
“Oh my god. What am I going to do? My wife’s all alone downstairs.” Ron says shakily
“Ron, you don’t have a wife.” Harry states.
You chuckle slightly at Ron’s stupidity, quickly shutting up when the elevator stops.
“But how do I stop it raining?” He asked
“Try “Finite Incantatem”” you tell him.
The elevator door opened, yet Ron didn’t step out.
“This is your level Ron.” You said, softly pushing him out of the elevator.
“Finite Incantatem. Okay. And if that doesn’t work..” he started but the elevator had already left.
The elevator stopped on another level.
“I’d say if we don’t locate Umbridge within the hour, we go find Ron and come back another day. Deal?” Harry asks
The elevator door opened, revealing the person you were looking for… Delores Umbridge.
“Ah, Mafalda. Travers sent you, did he? Good. We’ll go straight down.” She said, entering the lift.
You felt so scared, who wouldn’t be scared that woman is a bloody monster and she has a Horcrux on her.
“Albert, aren’t you getting out?” She asks Harry who is frozen in his spot. He slowly steps out of the elevator and walks off, leaving you and you and Umbridge in the elevator… alone.
🗓 ::: another time skip ::: 🗓
You were sat in the courtroom with Umbridge and a few other people, stacks of paper surrounding you. You were so worried about the polyjuice and being in a room with the woman who basically tortured your brother.
Another reason why you were frightened was because there were dementors flying above you, they had a magical spell on them to separate everyone below, but they still made you shiver.
Umbridge was talking about the woman on trial (Reginald’s wife). The woman turns around, having heard a sound from the entrance.
You sighed softly, glad that Harry and Ron were now here. Harry/Albert pushed forward Ron/Reginald so he was next to his wife.
“Thank you, Albert.” Umbridge said. “Mary Elizabeth Cattermole?”
“Yes.” Mary Elizabeth replies, looking at the floor.
“A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the ministry today, Mrs. Cattermole. Is this that wand?”
“Would you please tell the court from which witch or wizard you took this wand?” Umbridge asks again.
“But I didn’t take it. I got it at Diagon Alley, at Ollivander’s when I was 11. It chose me.” Her voice broke as she spoke.
“You’re lying, wands only choose witches, and you are not a witch.” Umbridge said sternly.
“But I am. Tell them, Reg. Tell them what I am.” She told Ron, on the verge of tears.
You felt so bad for her, you wanted to go and giver her a big hug. Muggleborns DO NOT deserve to be treated like this. You hated Umbridge even more than you did before, if that was even possible.
There was intense silence in the court room, Harry slipped his was from up his sleeve into his palm. You took a deep breathe, preparing yourself mentally for what was about to happen next.
“What on earth are you doing, Albert?” Umbridge asks having seen Harry’s wand.
“You’re lying, Dolores.” Harry says, his face morphing back to it’s original form.
“And one mustn’t tell lies.” He quoted what Umbridge had told him in Fifth year. “Stupefy!”
Dolores was thrown back, you quickly ripped the locket off her neck, throwing it back to Harry as you started to transform back to your normal form.
“It’s the Potter siblings!” Mary says.
“Yeah it is isn’t it?” Ron replied, still in the form of Reginald. “This’ll be one to tell the kids.”
You all ran out of the courtroom while the Dementors where let out of the barrier holding them. You ran into the elevator, Harry closed the just in time. Their hands stuck through the holes in the door, they were trying to get to you. Harry pushed everyone behind him and to the back of the elevator.
“Expecto Patronum!” He yells the incantation, saving all of you.
“Thanks, Harry.” You said, regaining your breath.
The elevator stopped back at the main level, you and Harry walked out with your heads down. Ron however who was still in the form of Reginald walked with Mary gripping his shoulder, shivering from fear.
“Mary, go home.” He tells her, “get the kids, I’ll meet you there. We have to get out the country, understand? Mary, do as I say.”
Suddenly, she kissed him. You were shocked and felt bad for Mary, she thought she was kissing her husband when she was just kissing Ron.
By the time she separated their lips, Ron had already transformed back to his original body. Mary realised it wasn’t her husband and quickly stepped away.
“Mary?” The real Reginald asks. “Who’s that?”
“Long story, nice meeting you.”
“It’s Harry Potter! And his sister!” A random man said “it’s them, the Potter sibling!!”
Guards started chasing you, Harry and Ron. You ran as fast as you possibly could in the heels you were wearing. Suddenly spells were fired in your direction, almost hitting you, luckily Ron pulled you down just in time.
The man who fired those spells was the wannabe Lucius Malfoy that you had met earlier. You waved your wand making the newspapers that were on a table nearby fly all over the place, slowing down the people chasing you ever so slightly.
That same man somehow still managed to chase after you, he started firing more spells.
“Expelliarmus!” Ron yelled the incantation, causing the mans wand to fly out of his grasp.
The gates to the floo powder exits were closing at a rapid rate. Harry made it but you knew it was about to close on you and Ron. You grabbed Ron’s arm, pulling him as you dived into the floo/apparition exit hole.
You made it! Or so you thought…
You felt the man from before grab your arm, casting some sort of spell on it. You screamed, it felt as if your arm was being ripped open again and again.
You landed under large trees, it felt nice… then you felt the pain in your arm and lack of air in your lungs. You were gasping for air.
Ron came to your side, taking of the blazer you were wearing, trying to get a better look at were the spell was cast. Harry wasn’t anywhere in your line of sight.
“Where’s Harry?” You croak
“He’s right there, don’t worry.” Ron said trying to calm you down slightly. “Harry! Look in Y/N’s bag, there should be a bottle labeled “something of Dittany” we need that to help her.”
Harry looked immediately looked into your bag, searching for what’re Ron was talking about. You were his sister, his only blood relative alive. He needed you, he don’t know if he would be able to survive if you weren’t alive.
“Harry, hurry!” Ron yelled
“Accio Dittany” Harry said, the bottle flew out of the bag.
He ran over to you, unstoppering the bottle. He quickly placed it on your wounds, “don’t worry Y/N, it’s healing.” He spoke softly to you as you breathes started to slow into a more even consistency.
Ron stayed by your side while Harry enchanted the place to prove to all of you.
🗓 ::: another time skip ::: 🗓
You silently sat in the tent.
You had nothing to say, Harry was too focused on destroying the Horcrux, he was acting as if he didn’t notice the fact that you hadn’t been talking for the past two weeks.
Ron was being a great friend, he was helping you with almost everything. You felt bad for not talking to him, but you just didn’t feel in the mood for talking to anyone.
After the whole arm incident, you felt like Harry didn’t want to help you, he didn’t help you with simple tasks and made Ron’s do it instead. And after he used the Dittany on you, he went to do the enchantments when Ron knew the spells too… it was as if he didn’t want to stay by your side.
So, you started to ignore him, he didn’t seem to care though. Harry however did care, he was just angry. You almost died and he felt like it was his fault, he was pissed because Dumbledore didn’t tell him how to destroy the Horcruxes but he sent him off to find him.
He felt horrible for the way he was treating you, I don’t deserve an amazing sister like you he thought to himself. You deserve a better older brother, one that doesn’t almost get you killed every year, one that doesn’t treat you like shit just because he is scared and angry all the time. He thought over and over.
He walks into the tent — he asked Ron to be on guard duty so he could talk to you alone. He noticed you sitting on the couch, he sat done next to you.
You both sat there silently.
“I’m sorry.” Harry finally said.
You didn’t look at him and continued to ignore him.
“I don’t deserve an amazing sweet and kind sister like you. I miss the days when I was a better older brother, when we were staying at the Dursley’s. I hated them but it was so much more simple then.
All I had to do was make sure they didn’t hurt you or give you too much work, and when you cried because they did, I did all the work for you. I wasn’t angry all the time, and I wasn’t scared.
I didn’t have any friends, but I didn’t need any. I had you. You are my best friend, my sister and so much more to me. You mean the world to me Y/N. You have every right to be mad at me right now.
I’m sorry for treating you like shit the past couple of weeks, I’m just scared. I shouldn’t be taking it out on you though. I’m just worried I’m going to end up alone.
When I saw you with your arm all ripped up, my heart stopped. I was so scared Y/N.”
A tear rolled down his cheek.
“Y/N I don’t know what I would do without you. I tried to push away those dark thoughts of being alone and losing you, and by doing that I started to distance myself from you. I don’t know why I did that, it just happened.
I did notice you weren’t yourself, I did notice the pain you were in, I did notice you weren’t talking, I did notice that you were ignoring me. But I didn’t do anything, I didn’t help you.
I didn’t help you because I’m weak. I can’t deal with all this fear and stress, I just can’t. I need you Y/N. I know you might not want to talk to me but please just somewhat accept my presence. I’m so sorry you ended up with a brother like me.”
He looked at you, waiting for your response. He felt his heart break when he saw tears roll down you cheeks.
You looked into his eyes, you felt horrible knowing he felt like that. You wrapped your arms around him giving him a tight hug.
“It’s ok. You’re the best brother I could ever ask for Harry, stop doubting yourself. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling like this, why didn’t you talk to me about it?”
“I don’t know.” He sighed.
“I’m sorry too, I rely on you too much, ever since we were little.”
“It’s not your fault Y/N. I know it must be tough all that you’re going through, but remember you can always talk to me or Ron. You don’t need to stay quite, we’ll always be there for you no matter what.”
“I love you too mini Potter.” He smiled