𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 || HJP

CHAPTER ONE : THE BURROW

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Dashing through the eerie silence, (Y/n) delved into the deserted corridors.

The echo of her footsteps and the pounding of her heart created an unsettling symphony in the empty castle, shrouded in mystery. Seeking the familiar faces of Ron, Hermione, and Harry, she found the hallways seemingly infinite, a labyrinth withholding its secrets.

Minutes blurred amidst the haunting emptiness; her calls echoed unanswered.

In the dim distance, a mysterious figure emerged—a towering silhouette draped in shadows. Despite the obscured identity, an irresistible pull drew her towards this enigmatic presence. Racing for connection in the desolate castle, the corridor's end remained elusive, teasing her pursuit. Abruptly freezing, an unexplained force arrested her steps when he uttered her name. Goosebumps rippled through her, and the surroundings warped into a disorienting haze. Crashing to the ground, knees meeting the cold floor first.

Enchantment seized the air, whispers akin to the murmurs of countless unseen spectators surrounded her.

A torrent of transformation gripped her body, agony intertwining with fear. Hands and feet dissolved into the void, her screams echoing the tumultuous metamorphosis. What's happening to her? She doesn't know — In an instant, a hiss escaped her lips —

Seated and breathless, (Y/n) gingerly opened her eyes. The rapid thud of her heart echoed in her ears. The enigma of that dream eluded her — ever since Sirius passed, it had haunted her sleep for numerous nights, halted briefly, only to weave its way back into her subconscious just the other day. Could it be? Might she transform like Nagini? Would she become a serpent?

The notion sent shivers down her spine — she shook her head — her thoughts vague, the prospect of her turning into Nagini or anything akin seemed implausible. One stark realization emerged, even as she immersed herself in the pages of this book, traversed this realm — certain things were beyond the bounds of possibility. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, exhaling deeply.

Her gaze drifted towards the window — ajar, unbeknownst to her — and to her astonishment, the afternoon sun painted the room; she hadn't realized she succumbed to slumber from sheer exhaustion — Mrs. Weasley had roused them early in the morning, her, Ron, Hermione and Ginny, to scrub the house devoid of magic, and naturally, Ginny and Ron aired their grievances under their breath.

Her stomach growled. She had skipped a snack.

As she contemplated rising without a second thought, the door swung open abruptly, unveiling Ginny.

"Mum insists we lend a hand with dinner to spare Fleur from exhaustion — but we both know it's just because Mum disapproves of her," Ginny declared without pausing. However, catching sight of (Y/n)'s tousled hair and disheveled attire, she couldn't resist a smirk, "Just risen? Dreamt of Harry once more, haven't you?" she teased.

Each time Ginny ventured into her room to find her freshly awakened, since their return from Hogwarts, she couldn't resist needling her about supposedly dreaming of Harry, a habit that grated on (Y/n)'s nerves.

She rolled her eyes.

"The only one dreaming of Harry here... is you," she retorted.

Ginny smirked.

"The only one I'm dreaming about every night, clothed or not, is my boyfriend..." she replied.

The reply twisted (Y/n)'s face into a blend of repulsion and laughter.