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Y/N got inside the Common Room, where Harry, Ron and Hermione were anxiously waiting for him.

As he got in, he saw Ron sitting on one of the armchairs, Harry and Hermione were, however, pacing back and forth.

When they saw him, Ron shot up, and they reached him.
Hermione: So? What did she do to you?
She asked hesitantly.

Y/N looked at them, and sighed.
Y/N: I'll be punished and she even took 150 points away from Gryffindor.
He said, his voice trembling, his lips quivering, desperately trying to hold back from crying.

Ron: Oh, God...

Harry: Why did you push us away! And this wouldn't have happened if you had used the Bracelet!
He said in frustration.

Y/N just stared blankly at the ground, shaking his head.

Y/N: Harry, try to think. If she had caught the 4 of us, it would've been way worse. And I couldn't use the Bracelet. How would she have reacted if I had vanished right in front of her eyes? She had already seen me.
He said.

Ron: Well, he's right.
He said, sighing, as he slumped on the armchair again.

Hermione: Thank you, Y/N. I know you did it for the best.
She said, putting a hand on his shoulder, as Harry nodded.

Y/N: But we still lost 150 points. The school year is almost over. There's not much time left to get them back.
He said.

Hermione: Don't worry about it. We'll figure something out.
She said, as Y/N nodded, before heading upstairs to the Dorm.

But that was just the beginning. Things were bound to get way worse.

The next day, the rumors about Y/N, the famous Y/N Potter, one of the boys who had stopped the Dark Lord, the one who had let Slytherin win the House cup for the 8th consecutive year, spread all over the school, and in less than a few minutes, everyone knew him.

Every Gryffindor, Hafflepuff or Ravenclaw would look at him with nothing but disgust and hatred.

If stares could kill, he would be long dead on the ground already.

The Slytherins, on the other hand, cheered for him. Every time they saw him, they all started to clap their hands at him, saying 'Thank you, Potter!', and 'We won't let this chance go to waste!'.

As days went by, Y/N had started to pass more and more time inside the library, all alone. But after a few more days, things started to get out of hand.

Bullies started to pull dangerous pranks on him, they tried to make him trip or they would make all his book fall on the ground, before running away, laughing at him.

He once got even beaten up by a group of older Gryffindors, and had to ask Madame Pomefrey to fix his broken ribs, saying that he had fallen from the stairs.

He hadn't spoken about this to anyone, not even with Harry. He knew that they would get bored, some day. He just had to wait patiently and grit his teeth.

But despite all that, he still menaged to find the time to study and keep his grades up, in a desperate attempt to regain as much house points as possible.

But he was slowly going insane. He was so stressed that he couldn't sleep properly, and even started to skip meals, to avoid the piercing eyes in the Great Hall.

In less than a week, he just looked like a zombie. He had dark bangs under his eyes, because of the lack of sleep.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were worried for him, but he just wouldn't listen to them. He was just way too stubborn.

And then, after a week, just when Harry had finally menaged to forcefully drag him to the Great Hall for breakfast, an owl landed in front of the boy, with a letter tied to its foot.
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