Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley.
With no knowledge of how the story will unfold, (Y/n) must tre...
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A/n : This chapter is boring and unedited. I will only edit the chapters (and add some scenes or take away some) if I already finish this. Sorry for the long wait. School - sucks.
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Under the blanket of stars, the Quidditch pitch was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight as Harry and (Y/n) embarked on another late-night quidditch lesson. The events of the day's first Hogsmeade trip and the gathering at the Hog's Head had left Harry in an unusually buoyant mood. As the two mounted their brooms, the exhilarating promise of flight seemed to amplify the cheerful aura that surrounded him.
The wind tugged playfully at their hair as they took off, Harry's voice cutting through the night as he guided (Y/n) through various maneuvers. With every dive and curve, (Y/n)'s confidence grew, and the thrill of the wind in her face was matched only by the radiant smile on Harry's lips.
As they continued to weave through the night sky, (Y/n) couldn't help but glance at Harry every now and then. His happiness was palpable, and it was evident that something extraordinary had transpired to bring about this change. The thought of Cho standing up for him and talking to him filled (Y/n)'s mind. She wrestled with a mix of emotions, unable to put a name to the intense feelings that swelled within her.
Lost in her thoughts, (Y/n) found herself unintentionally slowing down, trailing behind Harry. Sensing her distraction, he adjusted his course, slowing his broom to match hers. Their eyes met, and a gentle smile touched Harry's lips as he mouthed, "You okay?"
The words snapped (Y/n) out of her reverie, and she gave a quick nod, offering a small smile in return. With an encouraging nod, Harry picked up speed again, and they resumed their aerial practice. But the emotions swirling inside (Y/n) didn't dissipate.
After a particularly well-executed maneuver, Harry's voice broke through the wind once more. "You're really getting the hang of this! I'm impressed."
The praise sent a surge of pride through (Y/n). She felt her heart swell with gratitude, not just for the compliment, but for Harry's patience and dedication to teaching her. Every lesson, every bit of guidance—it was all starting to pay off. She was becoming a better flier, and it was all thanks to him.
