"You are the one who makes my heart soar, like a Firebolt in flight."
A/n : I just put whatever gif I see.
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-Third Person-
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) headed to the Owlery after breakfast on Sunday to send a letter to Percy. They followed Sirius' advice and asked Percy if he had seen Mr. Crouch recently. To send the letter, they used Hedwig, who had not had a job in a long time. After watching Hedwig fly out of sight through the Owlery window, they went to the kitchen to give Dobby his new socks.
As they arrived at the kitchen, the elves warmly welcomed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) with bows, curtseys, and a flurry of tea preparations. (Y/n) couldn't help but marvel at the number of elves bustling about in Hogwarts castle. Though she knew the elves didn't harm humans, their strange appearance still made her feel uneasy. Dobby was overjoyed to receive his present and exclaimed, "Harry Potter is too kind to Dobby!" while wiping large tears from his enormous eyes.
(Y/n) couldn't help but feel delighted at Dobby's reaction. She found the little elf absolutely adorable and couldn't help but imagine showering him with gifts if she had the money.
"You saved my life with that Gillyweed, Dobby, you really did," said Harry. (Y/n) stood nearby, listening intently.
Dobby beamed with pride at Harry's words. "It was my pleasure, Harry Potter, sir."
(Y/n) smiled at Dobby. "You're amazing, Dobby. Thank you for helping, Harry."
"I'm grateful too," added Harry, turning to (Y/n) with a smile.
"No chance of more of those éclairs, is there?" said Ron, his eyes darting around the room of bowing house-elves.
"You've just had breakfast, Ron," Hermione replied, giving him a disapproving look.
"But they're so good," Ron whined.
Suddenly, a platter of éclairs appeared in front of them, carried by four eager elves.
"We should send some food up to Snuffles," Harry suggested.
"Pig needs something to do," Ron added. "Do you think we could ask for a bit of extra food?" he asked the surrounding elves, who eagerly nodded and scurried off to retrieve more.
Hermione surveyed the room and noticed that Winky, one of the house-elves, was missing. "Dobby, where's Winky?" she asked.
Dobby's ears drooped slightly. "Winky is over there by the fire, miss."
"Oh dear," Hermione said, spotting the distressed elf.
As Harry and (Y/n) gazed towards the fireplace, their attention was drawn to the sight of Winky, who sat upon stool. However, she had allowed herself to become so filthy that she blended in with the smoke-blackened brick behind her. Her clothes were tattered and unkempt, and she clutched a bottle of Butterbeer while swaying slightly on her stool, gazing intently into the fire. Suddenly, she let out an enormous hiccough.
"Winky drinks six bottles a day now," Dobby whispered to Harry.
"That stuff isn't even that strong," Harry replied.
Dobby shook his head. "For a house-elf, it is strong, sir," he said.
"House-elf drinks?" exclaimed (Y/n) in disbelief.
Winky hiccoughed once more, while the elves who had delivered the éclairs gave her disapproving glances as they returned to work.
"Winky is yearning to return home, Harry Potter," Dobby whispered sorrowfully. "She still believes that Mr. Crouch is her master and nothing I say can convince her that Professor Dumbledore is her master now."
"Hey, Winky," said Harry, struck by a sudden idea, as he walked over and knelt down to speak with her. "Do you know what Mr. Crouch might be up to? He's been absent from the Triwizard Tournament."
Winky's eyes flickered. Her enormous pupils focused on Harry. She swayed slightly again and then said, "M-master is stopped - hic - coming?"
"Yeah," said Harry, "we haven't seen him since the first task. The Daily Prophet's saying he's ill."
Winky swayed some more, staring blurrily at Harry. "Master - hic - ill?"
Her bottom lip began to tremble.
"But we're not sure if that's true," said Hermione quickly.
(Y/n) just stood there, unsure of what to do.
"Master is needing his - hic - Winky!" whimpered the elf. "Master cannot - hic - manage - hic - all by himself ..."
"Other people manage to do their own housework, you know, Winky," said Hermione severely.
"Winky - hic - is not only - hic - doing housework for Mr Crouch!" Winky squeaked indignantly, swaying worse than ever and slopping Butterbeer down her already heavily stained blouse.
"Master is - hic - trusting Winky with - hic - the most important - hic - the most secret -"
"What?" said Harry.
But Winky shook her head very hard, spilling more Butterbeer down herself.
"Winky keeps - hic - her master's secrets," she said rebelliously, swaying heavily now, frowning up at Harry with her eyes crossed.
"You're nosing, you are."
"Winky mustn't speak like that to Harry Potter!" said Dobby angrily. "Harry Potter is brave and noble and Harry Potter isn't nosy!"
"He's prying into my master's private and secret business. Winky is a good house-elf. She keeps her silence. People are always trying to pry and poke," Winky's eyelids drooped and suddenly, without warning, she slumped off her stool onto the hearth, snoring loudly.
The empty bottle of Butterbeer rolled away across the stone-flagged floor.
Half a dozen house-elves scurried forward, looking disgusted. One of them picked up the bottle, the others covered Winky with a large checked tablecloth and tucked the ends in neatly, concealing her from view.
"We're sorry you had to witness that, sirs and miss!" squeaked a nearby elf, shaking his head and looking very ashamed. "We hope you won't judge us all by Winky, sirs and miss!"
"She's unhappy!" said Hermione, frustrated. "Why not try to cheer her up instead of covering her up?"
"Excuse me, miss," said the house-elf, bowing deeply again, "but house-elves have no right to be unhappy when there is work to be done and masters to be served."
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" said Hermione indignantly. "Listen to me, all of you! You've got the same right as wizards to be unhappy! You have the right to wages and holidays and proper clothing. You don't have to do everything you're told - look at Dobby!"
"Miss, please keep Dobby out of this," Dobby mumbled, looking fearful. The happy smiles had vanished from the faces of the house-elves around the kitchen.
"Hermione, I don't believe they appreciate what you said." said (Y/n), noticing the elves gaze at Hermione as though she was insane and dangerous.
"We have your additional food!" squeaked an elf at Harry's elbow, pushing a large ham, a dozen cakes and some fruit into Harry's arms. "Goodbye!"
The house-elves huddled around Harry, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n), hustling them out of the kitchen as numerous tiny hands prodded them forward.
"Thank you for the socks, Harry Potter!" Dobby called out sorrowfully from the fireplace, where he stood near the crumpled tablecloth that was Winky.
"You just had to blurt it out, didn't you, Hermione?" said Ron indignantly, as the kitchen door slammed shut behind them.
"They won't want us around now! We could have tried to extract more information from Winky about Crouch!"
"Oh, like you care about that!" scoffed Hermione. "You only come down here for the food!"
Before they could reach the Gryffindor Tower, (Y/n) bid them farewell, explaining that she had to go somewhere. Ron and Hermione were not able to hear her as they were engaged in an argument. Only Harry nodded in understanding.
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It has been almost four weeks since (Y/n) arrived in this world, yet she still doesn't know her way around the castle. So, every weekend, she keeps herself busy by wandering around the castle. She hasn't fully adjusted to this world yet, but she's slowly accepting that it's not just a dream, she's really inside a book. She still has a lot of questions that bother her almost every night, and the lack of answers only adds to her confusion. Will she be able to leave this book? What will she do if she can't? Will she just stay as Sabrina Weasley? Maybe if she were a true Potterhead, she would be delighted and wouldn't even consider leaving this world, but she left someone behind who needs her in their life.
She lets out a sigh, wondering how Uncle Orius will react when he discovers what happened to her and sees her lifeless body. Will he worry about her?
As she approached a beech tree near the black lake, she found herself lost in thought once again. This was her favourite spot, a peaceful retreat from the chaos of her thoughts. The fresh air and quiet surroundings, with only the sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind, provides her with comfort. This place makes her feel safe.
Staring at the calm black lake, she takes a seat on the root of the tree and leans against it. She thinks about the letters Mrs. Weasley sent her, asking why she attempted suicide. (Y/n) doesn't know how to answer, so she hasn't responded. She knows it's wrong to ignore her, but she's scared that Mrs. Weasley will find out she's not her real daughter. Although she has fooled Ron, Harry, Hermione, Fred, George and Ginny, (Y/n) doesn't know if she can deceive Mrs. Weasley, who is Sabrina's mother. There's a high chance that she will eventually find out the truth. What will happen then?
Shaking her head, (Y/n) realises she's overthinking things again, causing unnecessary fear and anxiety. She reaches for the book she brought with her when she hears a "meow." At first, she ignores it, thinking it's just a cat playing or searching for something. However, when it meows repeatedly, she looks up to see where it's coming from. Another meow follows, and she sees a black cat with green eyes looking down at her, as if asking for help. Its leash is tangled around a branch, and the cat appears to be choking. Without hesitation, (Y/n) drops her book and quickly climbs the tree, even though she's unsure how.
When she had succesfully climbed the tree, she carefully untangled the leash from the branch and freed the cat. The cat looked at her with its big green eyes and meowed as if thanking her.
Slowly and tenderly, she scooped up the cat, nestling it against her chest, and her heart ached as she saw the scars that marred its body. She stroked its fur with gentle fingers, softly asking, "Who did this to you?" The cat gazed up at her with piercing emerald eyes, and in that moment, it felt as though it was trying to convey something. (Y/n) continued to soothe the cat with her touch, hoping that her presence would offer it some comfort.
"I must know who caused you such harm so that I can ensure that they are erased from this world," she exclaimed in frustration, feeling for the cat's plight. It was clearly an elderly creature, its black fur now dotted with patches of gray. "Where is your owner? Did they inflict these wounds upon you and leave you here in this vulnerable position? Such cruelty has no place in this world." She kept stroking the cat's fur, a calming rhythm in the silence.
She didn't know how long she'd been up the tree, talking to the cat as though it would understand her. She'd asked who had hurt it, and now she was expressing her feelings, her experiences, all of it tumbling out, with the cat silently listening, eyes fixed on her with interest. She stopped speaking when she realised how hungry she felt, and that the sky had grown dark, the stars winking above her, the chill of the wind now wrapping around her.
"I must go back to the castle. Do you know, the first time I ate there, I was astounded by the quantity of food on offer? I had never seen so much food in one place before. There's enough for everyone. Come with me, and you can fill your belly. I'll also introduce you to Hagrid. He's a kind man, and he'll know how to heal your wounds." The cat meowed in response.
She looked down, realising with a start that she didn't know how to climb down the tree. She had only managed to get up there because of the adrenaline that had surged through her when she'd saved the cat. But now, with no idea how to descend, she felt stuck. She had an idea and fumbled in her pocket for her wand. She pointed it at the old cat. "Wingardium Leviosa," she whispered. The cat looked startled as it began to float, and she carefully lowered it to the ground, watching as it landed safely and looked up at her with a grateful expression.
Her only problem now was how to get down herself. She tried to put one foot in a hole in the trunk of the tree, and then another, but she couldn't see where to put her hands to climb down. She heard footsteps approaching, and suddenly felt exposed, her legs flailing in the air, hands grasping at the branches. It would have been a comical sight if anyone had seen her like that.
"Sabrina?" came a familiar voice from the darkness. "What on earth are you doing?"
She stole a glance downwards, catching a pair of gleaming eyes staring right back at her from the darkness. Emerald green eyes that seemed to twinkle like stars, were fixed on her, making her heart skip a beat. She couldn't help but notice the tousled hair, the bushy eyebrows, and the Adam's apple that bobbed as he spoke.
"Er - do you need any help?" he asked, his voice deep and reassuring.
"Huh? Oh, no, thank you," (Y/n) stammered, feeling her cheeks flush crimson at the thought of being caught staring. She quickly resumed her descent, but a miscalculated step sent her tumbling down, her hand slipping from the branch she was holding onto.
The world seemed to slow down, and she felt the icy chill of the wind on her skin as she plummeted towards the ground.
THUD!
She had fallen on top of him, her back to his face. She could feel and hear the thud of his landing. Scrambling to her feet, she hurriedly got off him.
"Sorry," she apologized, her cheeks reddening even more.
"It's alright," he reassured her as he stood up. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
She had landed on him, and yet he was asking if she was alright? Was he insane?
"Yes - yes, I am OK" affirmed (Y/n) in a measured manner. Drawing closer to Harry, she had intended to offer him a helping hand, but he beat her to it, steadying himself before fixing his gaze upon her. "Thank you, Harry, but are you - alright?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension.
He nodded and bestowed upon her a sincere smile. Uncertain whether to reciprocate, she deliberated for a moment before returning the gesture." Er - You've got a little something on your hair there." he remarked, pointing towards her untidy bun that clung tightly to her head. Tentatively attempting to locate the object he spoke of, she ran her fingers through her hair, yet failed to find anything out of the ordinary. Harry seemed to notice her reaction and stepped closer. As he neared, a scent wafted towards her— he smelled of freshly cut grass. She closed her eyes, breathing in the aroma slowly. Would she be deemed pervert for finding a 14-year-old intriguing, despite being 17 years old in the real world?
Harry's hand grazed her hair gently, as if hesitating and being cautious. His touch was tender, akin to...
"Sabrina?" her thoughts shattered. She blinked, greeted by his emerald green eyes. "It's only a leaf," he assured her, displaying the leaf before casually discarding it. She followed its descent, watching as it fluttered softly onto the grass. "By the way, what are you doing here?"
"Just enjoying the breeze, what about you what brings you here?"
"Nothing in particular," said Harry, "why are you up in the tree then?"
"I spotted a cat that—" she glanced behind her, scanning the surroundings in search of the cat she had rescued earlier, but it was nowhere to be found. The darkness of the surroundings did little to aid her quest. "It's gone! However, it had some wounds. How will it heal?"
"A cat? I'll help you find it. We can bring it to Hagrid's; he'll know what to do. Can you describe its appearance in detail?" Harry asked, whispering a spell, "Lumos," causing the tip of his wand to emit a soft glow. They commenced their search, meticulously combing through the grass and inspecting the bushes, with (Y/n) following suit.
"He's a black cat, but his fur has some gray. It's quite old and ailing—"
"Not Mrs Norris, by any chance?"
"Mrs Norris?" she paused momentarily, recalling the mention of Mrs Norris. Suddenly, the image of a black cat they had encountered together with Harry on her first night in this world sprang to mind. "No, not her. This one is male."
"What's it doing up the tree?"
"Its leash became entangled in a branch. Someone intentionally did it."
Harry fell silent, momentarily taken aback, before recovering his composure. They scoured the area for 15 minutes, but the cat eluded them. Consequently, (Y/n) suggested that they retreat indoors, lest they miss the feast. Harry agreed, and she expressed her gratitude for his assistance in their search. Concerned about Harry's well-being following her accidental fall from the tree onto him, she inquired if he had sustained any injuries. He reassured her that he was unharmed. Their conversation then turned to Harry's reasons for remaining outside, and he finally explained his desire to enjoy the fresh air as respite from Hermione and Ron's incessant bickering—a sentiment that (Y/n) could wholeheartedly empathize.
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On the following day, to (Y/n)'s relief, the ceaseless bickering between Ron and Hermione finally subsided. she couldn't help but notice the overwhelming gratitude emanating from Harry as a result.
"Sabrina, Mum has been sending you letters several times, but you still haven't replied. Are you mental? Do you want her to send you a Howler like she did to me in our second year? Mum incessantly badgers me about your lack of response. She told me that if you don't reply, she'll come to Hogwarts and forcibly drag you away, and escort you back home," Ron retorted, fixing his gaze upon Sabrina as he began scooping seven rashers of bacon and six eggs onto his plate. "What on earth is happening to you? As much as I'd prefer not to be seen as the dumb twin, I would rather endure that label than witness your poor performance in class. You are not terrible at Potions! But I believe you are now. And it's not solely that, you're doing poorly in the subject you used to excel at!" he added, appearing bewildered, fretful, and genuinely concerned.
(Y/n) was unsure of how to react. It was undeniably true that she had been neglecting her studies, causing the once lofty marks of Sabrina Weasley to plummet on account of her negligence. She was burdened with guilt, well aware of the effort Sabrina Weasley had invested in building her academic reputation. However, what could she do? She was still new to this world, unfamiliar with its intricacies and the ways of life within it. She was doing her utmost, but she simply wasn't adequately prepared.
"Mum would—"
"Now, now, Ronniekins, do not be too harsh on your twin sister," interjected Fred, seizing the opportunity to chime in, turning to look at (Y/n). "Mum would undoubtedly lose her mind, unleash a torrent of reprimands upon you, or perhaps even disown you. But if such an unlikely event were to transpire, you could claim the top bunk."
"The top bunk?"
"Should Mum ever cast us out, with Sabrina included, and because she is our sibling, we would willingly share the—"
"Mrs Weasley would never stoop to such measures, would she?"
"Persist in allowing your grades to plummet, Sabrina, and you shall see," smirked George mischievously, before sauntering out of the Great Hall with Fred.
(Y/n) felt the weight of their words press upon her. She turned to Ron, seeking confirmation of the twins' claims, but he had already begun consuming his meal."Don't allow their words to get under your skin. I'm quite certain Mrs Weasley wouldn't stoop to such measures." Hermione offered, attempting to assuage her inner turmoil.
When the post owls arrived, Hermione directed her gaze upward, with keen anticipation, an air of expectation surrounding her.
"Percy won't have had the chance to respond yet," remarked Ron. "We only sent Hedwig yesterday."
"No, it's not that," Hermione replied. "I've taken out a fresh subscription to the Daily Prophet. I'm growing weary of relying on the Slytherins for all my news."
"Brilliant idea!" chimed in Harry, casting his eyes towards the incoming owls. "Hey, Hermione, I think you're in luck–"
A slate-grey owl gracefully descended towards Hermione.
"Unfortunately, it doesn't bear a newspaper," she sighed, disappointment clouding her face. "It's—"
But to her utter bewilderment, the grey owl landed directly in front of her plate, closely trailed by four barn owls, a brown owl, and a tawny owl.
"How many subscriptions did you take out?" Harry questioned, swiftly rescuing Hermione's goblet before it toppled amidst the throng of owls, all vying to deliver their respective missives first.
"There are so many of them," (Y/n) exclaimed in disbelief.
"What in Merlin's name...?" Hermione began, her voice filled with confusion, as she took the letter from the grey owl, unfolded it, and commenced reading. "Oh, honestly!" she spluttered, her face reddening.
"What's the matter?" asked Ron.
"Is everything all right, Hermione?" (Y/n) asked concernedly.
"It's—oh, how absurd—" Hermione exclaimed, thrusting the letter into the hands of Harry and (Y/n), who soon realised that it was not handwritten but composed of pasted letters, seemingly cut out from the pages of the Daily Prophet.
You are a WickEd giRL. HaRRy PottEr desErves BetteR. gO Back wherE you cAME from mUggle.
"They're all the same!" exclaimed Hermione desperately, tearing open one letter after another. "Why...wait a minute? Is it because of that Rita Skeeter woman? But everything she's written is absolute rubbish! It's impossible for you to like Harry. I mean, how can anyone believe the nonsense she's spewing?"
"Well, thanks a bunch, Sabrina," Harry replied insincerely, his words lacking genuine gratitude. (Y/n) forced a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, making it clear that her smile was far from genuine. Harry shot her a glare, which she chose to ignore.
"I suppose people believe her because she appears credible, you know," Hermione ventured. "Anyway, listen to this: 'Harry Potter can do far better than the likes of you...' 'You deserve to be immersed in frog-spawn...' Ouch!"Hermione opened the last envelope, and a yellowish-green liquid, reeking strongly of petrol, splashed over her hands. Immediately, large yellow boils began to erupt, causing her immense pain.
"What on earth is that?" (Y/n) exclaimed, horror evident in her voice.
"Undiluted Bubotuber pus!" Ron exclaimed, cautiously picking up the envelope and sniffing it.
(Y/n) was curious to ask what Undiluted Bubotuber pus was but decided against it, fearing they would wonder why she didn't already know.
"Ow!" cried Hermione, tears welling up in her eyes as she attempted to wipe it off her hands with a napkin. However, her fingers were now covered in painful sores, resembling a pair of thick, knobbly gloves. (Y/n) looked at her with concern.
"You'd better make your way to the hospital wing," Harry advised as the owls surrounding Hermione took flight. "We'll inform Professor Sprout about your whereabouts."
"I'll go with you, Hermione," said (Y/n), rising from her seat and grabbing her bag.
"What for?" asked Ron, his disbelief evident.
"So she's got someone to have a chat with?" (Y/n) replied matter-of-factly.
"You know we've got a class!"
"As if you care about that, Ron."
"Well, I care about your grades."
"But -"
"Oh, Sabrina. It's alright, I can make my own way there. Plus, Madam Pomfrey doesn't want students hanging around. You know how she is."
"Are you sure you don't want me to come along?"
"Yeah."
"Alright then, Hermione. Catch you later," (Y/n) said.
Hermione bestowed a warm smile upon her.
"Since when did you like hanging around Hermione? I thought you said she's a know-it-all and you only wanted to stick around because you didn't want a girl like her near Harry," Ron inquired as Hermione hurriedly left the Great Hall.
"What? When did I say that?" (Y/n) asked incredulously, pondering intensely as if digging through her memories would yield the answers. Did Sabrina ever utter those words? It wasn't in the books, though! Never mind that. If she did say it, I'm in trouble!
Ron regarded her with suspicion, while Harry directed his gaze towards the Ravenclaw table, no longer paying attention to their conversation.
"Have you lost a chunk of memory? Since that night, you've been acting strange—like you've changed, as if you were a different person," Ron squinted and locked eyes with (Y/n). Does he know? But how could he? Am I that transparent? Of course they'll know. Sabrina isn't that terrible when it comes to studying, and she was the complete opposite of her.
(Y/n)'s throat felt parched. She struggled to find a retort to Ron's remarks. Cold beads of sweat formed on her forehead. She had no idea how to counter Ron's observations. She was beginning to feel a sense of unease.
"I -" She nervously swallowed her own saliva. "Oh, Dean!" (Y/n) called out to Dean, Ron and Harry's dorm mate, upon spotting him hastening out of the Great Hall while cradling something in his hands. Dean halted his stride and glanced in her direction. "Where are you off to?" she inquired with feigned curiosity. She does not know what to respond to Ron. She desperately sought an excuse to get away from him as soon as possible and provide a plausible reason for her hasty departure.
"Oh - to the owlery, you see..."
"Brilliant! I'm headed there too." She sprang up from her seat, she caught Harry's gaze, while Ron directed an icy glare at Dean, though the boy remained blissfully unaware. "C'mon, I'll tag along," she said, striding towards Dean, who seemed taken aback. Sabrina Weasley had never spared him a word or even a second look before, and now she was talking to him? Offering to accompany him? Quite the unexpected turn of events.
"Alright," he replied awkwardly.
And the two of them walked out of the Great Hall with Harry and Ron's eyes following them. "Why does she need to go to the owlery?" Ron asked Harry. Harry just shrugged his shoulders in response. He doesn't really care.
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Hermione and Sabrina were nowhere to be seen in Herbology. As Harry and Ron made their way out of the greenhouse, heading towards their Care of Magical Creatures lesson, they caught sight of Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle descending the stone steps from the castle. Pansy Parkinson followed behind them, whispering and giggling with her group of Slytherin girls. Upon spotting Harry, Pansy couldn't resist teasing, "Potter, have you and your girlfriend called it quits? Why was she so upset during breakfast?"
Harry ignored her, refusing to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much trouble the recent article in Witch Weekly had caused. "Where's Sabrina? Why is Dean already here and she isn't?" Ron asked, noticing Dean with Seamus and Neville.
"Hey, Dean! Where's my sister?" Ron called out to the boy. "Not sure... She didn't come with me to the owlery. She said she needed to go somewhere and meet a friend," Dean replied, casually shrugging his shoulders.
Ron turned his attention back to Harry and whispered, "A friend? Since when did she ever have another friend besides you and Hermione? No one even wants to be friends with her."
Hagrid, who had informed them in the previous lesson that they were done with unicorns, awaited them outside his cabin with fresh crates at his feet. Harry felt a sinking feeling in his heart at the sight of the crates – surely it wasn't another Skrewt hatching? However, as he approached and peered inside, he discovered several fluffy black creatures with long snouts. Their front paws were oddly flat, resembling spades, and they blinked up at the class, appearing politely puzzled by all the attention.
"These are Nifflers," Hagrid explained, as the class gathered around. "You usually find 'em in mines. They're attracted to shiny things... look here."
One of the Nifflers suddenly leapt up and tried to nip Pansy Parkinson's wrist, where she wore a watch. She let out a shriek and jumped back.
"Handy little treasure finders, these," Hagrid said cheerfully. "Thought we'd have some fun with 'em today. See that patch of freshly dug earth over there?" He pointed at the area Harry had observed him digging from the Owlery window. "I've buried some gold coins. I've got a prize for whoever has the Niffler that digs up the most. Just remove any valuables you've got, pick a Niffler, and get ready to set 'em free."
Harry took off his watch, which he wore out of habit despite it no longer working, and stashed it in his pocket. Then he selected a Niffler. The creature stuck its snout in Harry's ear and sniffed with great enthusiasm. It was actually quite cuddly.
"Hold on," said Hagrid, peering into the crate. "There are still two Nifflers here... who's missing? Where are Hermione and Sabrina?"
"Hermione had to go to the hospital wing, and as for my sister, I have no idea where she might have gone," Ron replied.
"We'll explain later," Harry whispered under his breath; Pansy Parkinson overheard.
It was undoubtedly the most delightful experience they had ever encountered in Care of Magical Creatures. The Nifflers delved in and out of the patch of soil with the grace of water, scurrying back to the students who had set them free and spewing gold into their hands. Ron's Niffler proved to be remarkably efficient, swiftly filling his lap with a wealth of coins.
"Do you reckon these can be kept as pets, Hagrid?" he asked eagerly, as his Niffler dived back into the ground, causing mud splatters on his robes.
"Your mum wouldn't be too pleased, Ron," Hagrid replied with a grin. "Nifflers wreak havoc on houses, they do. I reckon they've nearly collected the whole lot," he added, strolling around the patch of earth while the Nifflers continued their diving spree. "I only buried a hundred coins. Oh, there you are, Hermione and Sabrina!"
Hermione approached them across the lawn, with (Y/n) following closely behind. Hermione's hands were heavily bandaged. Pansy Parkinson observed the two intently.
"Well, let's see how you've done!" Hagrid exclaimed. "Count your coins! And there's no use trying to pilfer any, Goyle," he added, narrowing his jet-black eyes. "It's leprechaun gold. Vanishes after a few hours."
Goyle emptied his pockets, wearing a sulky expression. It turned out that Ron's Niffler had been the most successful, so Hagrid rewarded him with a colossal slab of Honeydukes chocolate. The lunch bell chimed across the grounds, and the rest of the class made their way back to the castle. However, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and (Y/n) stayed behind to assist Hagrid in returning the Nifflers to their boxes. Harry noticed Madame Maxime observing them from her carriage window.
"What happened to yer hands, Hermione?" Hagrid asked, appearing concerned.
Hermione recounted the hateful letters she had received that morning, along with the envelope filled with Bubotuber pus.
"Aah, don't you fret," Hagrid reassured her kindly, looking down at her. "I received some of those letters too, after Rita Skeeter wrote about my mum. 'Yer a monster and should be put down.' 'Yer mother killed innocent people, and if you had any decency, you'd leap into a lake.'"
(Y/n) couldn't believe what she heard as she glanced at Hagrid; it seemed even he had received letters from various individuals due to Rita Skeeter's slanderous writings. Despite Hagrid's imposing stature, one could quickly discern his genuine goodness.
"No!" Hermione exclaimed, looking shocked.
"Yeah," Hagrid confirmed, heaving the Niffler crates near his cabin wall. "They're jus' nutters, Hermione. Don't open 'em if you receive any more. Chuck 'em straight into the fire."
"You two missed out on a really good lesson," Harry chided Hermione and (Y/n) as they made their way back to the castle. "Nifflers are quite impressive creatures, wouldn't you agree, Ron?"
Ron, however, wore a displeased expression as he inspected the chocolate Hagrid had given him. He seemed thoroughly bothered by something.
"What's the matter?" asked Harry. "Wrong flavour?"
"No," Ron curtly replied. "Why didn't you inform me about the gold?"
"What gold?" inquired Harry.
"The gold I handed you at the Quidditch World Cup," explained Ron. "The leprechaun gold I exchanged for my Omnioculars. It was in the Top Box. Why didn't you mention that it disappeared?"
Harry needed a moment to recollect before understanding what Ron was referring to.
"Oh..." he uttered, the memory finally returning to him. "I didn't realise it had gone missing. I was more preoccupied with my wand, wasn't I?"
"Fair enough," said Ron, then he shifted his attention towards his sister who was engaged in conversation with Hermione, and the two girls were exchanging mischievous grins. "Why didn't you show up for Herbology, Sabrina? Are you truly neglecting your—"
"I met up with a friend."
"A friend? Is this friend more important than Herbology? And who's this friend Dean mentioned that you met with?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. (Y/n) noticed Ron becoming protective not only of his sister but also of Sabrina's grades. She couldn't decide whether to be pleased or annoyed by it. Ever since she apologized to him, he had been behaving this way toward her—or at least toward Sabrina. In the past, from what she had read in the books, he didn't meddle too much in Sabrina's affairs.
"It's a friend whom I met yesterday."
"I'm not asking when you met this friend of yours. I'm asking what's their name and if it's a bloke?"
"Why are you asking her those questions? What does it matter if she has a male friend?"
"What? Is it wrong for a brother to be curious about such things?"
"No, but it's wrong to meddle —"
(Y/n) rolled her eyes at the pair. They were at it again, arguing away, and it was already tiring her. How did Harry put up with this?
"They're at it again."
"Yeah, Ron started it, as usual."
"What's new? It's always him."
(Y/n) let out a slight chuckle.
"So, who's this friend, then?" Asked Harry.
(Y/n) smiled and glanced at Harry.
"Oh, you're familiar with him."
"Am I?"
"You are."
"Since when?"
"Since yesterday, obviously."
"Really?" Harry asked, puzzled, trying to think of the possible individuals he knew who could be Sabrina's friend and were only introduced yesterday, but he couldn't seem to find anyone fitting that description.
"Yeah... remember the black cat?"
"Oh,"
"Yes, that's the one I'm referring to."
"So you've encountered him once more."
"Yes, I did. And I fed him, but before I could take him to Hagrid's, he managed to escape again. It's as if he's aware that I intended to bring him to Hagrid."
"So how were his injuries?"
"They appeared to be unchanged from the last time I saw him."
They climbed up the steps into the Entrance Hall and strolled into the Great Hall for a spot of lunch.
"Blimey, must be nice," Ron blurted out, as they plopped down and began helping themselves to succulent roast beef and Yorkshire puddings. "Having so much money that you wouldn't even bat an eye if a handful of Galleons went missing."
"Listen, I had other stuff on my mind that night!" said Harry impatiently. "We all did, remember?"
"I didn't know leprechaun gold vanishes," Ron muttered. "I thought I was paying you back. You shouldn't've given me that Chudley Cannon hat for Christmas."
"Drop it, alright?" Harry said, trying to diffuse the tension.
Ron skewered a roast potato with his fork, scowling at it. Then he muttered, "I hate being poor."
Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, unsure of how to respond. (Y/n) felt a twinge of sympathy, though her own experience differed from Ron's.
"It's a load of rubbish," Ron continued, still glaring at his potato "I don't blame Fred and George for seeking ways to earn some extra coin. I wish I could. I wish I possessed a Niffler."
"Why are you sulking over it? Harry was the one who gave it to you. You never forced him to purchase it for you. If you don't want to feel indebted to Harry, then you shouldn't have accepted it when he handed it to you," (y/n) irritably remarked. She wasn't invalidating Ron's feelings, but Harry had repeatedly urged him to let go of the matter.
"Well, now we know what to get you next Christmas," Hermione cheerfully chimed in giving (Y/n) a side glance. Then, when Ron remained gloomy, she added, "Come on, Ron, it could be worse. At least your fingers aren't oozing pus." Hermione was struggling to handle her knife and fork due to her rigid and swollen fingers so (Y/n)'s helping her. "I detest that Skeeter woman!" she burst out fiercely. "I'll have my revenge if it's the last thing I do!"
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Hermione continued to receive hate mail over the following week, and despite heeding Hagrid's advice to refrain from opening them, several of her ill-wishers resorted to sending Howlers. These explosive letters detonated at the Gryffindor table, unleashing insults that reverberated throughout the entire Hall for all to hear. Even those who weren't readers of Witch Weekly were now well aware of the supposed Harry-Krum-Hermione love triangle. (Y/n) was thankful that Pansy Parkinson hadn't mentioned her by name in Rita Skeeter's interview, referring to her only as "the friend who fancies Harry Potter." However, she couldn't escape the amusing rumours circulating amongst the students. Most of them knew she was the friend with a fancy for Harry, thus subjecting her to widespread gossip within the castle. As for Harry, he grew tired of constantly asserting that Hermione wasn't his girlfriend and that Sabrina didn't see him in that way.
"It'll die down, though," Harry assured Hermione and (Y/n). "If we simply ignore it, people will lose interest, just like they did with the rubbish she wrote about me last time."
"Though it's not just the rumours I want to disappear. I hope that Rita sneakers—"
"I'm curious as to how she manages to eavesdrop on private conversations when she's supposed to be banned from the grounds!" Hermione interjected, her voice filled with anger.
Hermione hung back in their next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, determined to approach Professor Moody with a burning question. As the bell finally rang, signaling the end of the class, the rest of the students wasted no time in scurrying out. Moody's grueling hex-deflection test had left many nursing minor wounds and eager for some respite. Among them, Harry sported an acute case of Twitchy Ears, prompting him to tightly clamp his hands over them. (Y/n), unable to resist a playful jab, couldn't help but tease him as they leisurely walked away from the classroom.
"Don't be so bashful, Harry. The twitching ears actually suit you quite well."
"Alright, alright. That's enough," Harry retorted, attempting to stifle a smile.
"Oh, come on! It's not as awful as you think. Besides, look at my nose—it's twitching too! We're like a pair of twitching buddies!" (Y/n) giggled mischievously, pointing at her nose that seemed to be engaged in a whimsical dance. Harry couldn't help but join in her laughter. It was infectious and downright hilarious . It was an uproarious moment that lightened their spirits and filled the corridor with mirth.
Amid their laughter, (Y/n) couldn't resist teasing Harry a bit more. "You know, Harry, if you keep those ears of yours wiggling like that, you might just take flight! Maybe you're secretly part rabbit!"
Harry rolled his eyes, but his grin betrayed his amusement. "Oh, right. I suppose that makes me the next flying sensation in the wizarding world—Harry the Hopping Hare!"
They both dissolved into fits of laughter once again.
"Well, it's clear that Rita isn't using an Invisibility Cloak!" Hermione exclaimed, panting slightly as she caught up with Harry, (Y/n), and Ron in the Entrance Hall. She swiftly pulled Harry's hand away from his wiggling ear, allowing him to hear properly. "According to Moody, he didn't spot her anywhere near the judges' table during the second task or anywhere near the lake!"
"Hermione, is there any point in telling you to let go of this?" remarked Ron.
"No!" declared Hermione obstinately. "I want to discover how she overheard my conversation with Viktor! And how she uncovered Hagrid's mother!"
"Perhaps she had you bugged," suggested Harry.
"bugged?" Ron asked, bewildered. "What... put fleas on her or something?"
"No, it's a muggle thing..." said (Y/n) she glanced at Harry and Hermione for assistance. Harry proceeded to explain the concept of hidden microphones and recording equipment.
Ron was captivated, but Hermione interrupted them. "Aren't you two ever going to read Hogwarts: A History?"
"What's the use?" responded Ron. "You two know it by heart, we can simply ask you."
"All those alternatives for magic that Muggles employ – electricity, computers, and radar, and all those things – they all malfunction in the vicinity of Hogwarts, due to an excess of magic in the atmosphere. No, Rita is utilizing magic to eavesdrop, she must be... if only I could ascertain what it is... oh, if it's against the law, I'll have her..."
"Don't we have enough to worry about?" inquired Ron. "Must we initiate a vendetta against Rita Skeeter as well?"
"I'm not asking for your help!" snapped Hermione. "I'll handle it alone!"
She strode back up the grand staircase without a backward glance. Harry and (Y/n) were quite certain she was heading for the library.
"What's the wager that she returns with a box full of I Hate Rita Skeeter badges?" mused Ron.
"Isn't it rather peculiar though? How that Rita Skeeter woman hears things without her physical presence? I mean... what if she has someone working for her as a spy?"
"A spy? But did you hear what Hermione said. No one else heard when Krum invited Hermione, and there weren't any other people around when Hagrid recounted the story about his mother to Madam Maxime."
"Well then... Apparition and muggle gadgets are already ruled out... Invisibility cloak... let me think..." (Y/n) realized. She wasn't sure if it was possible or not, but she would try to gather information. "You go ahead, I'll catch up with Hermione!" With that, she departed, hastening away.
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Harry was working flat out just to get through all their homework, though he made a point of sending regular food parcels up to the cave in the mountain for Sirius; after last summer, he had not forgotten what it felt like to be perpetually hungry. He enclosed notes to Sirius, informing him that nothing out of the ordinary had occurred, and that they were still awaiting a response from Percy.
Hedwig didn't return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy's and Mrs Weasley's letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs Weasley had dispatched. Both Harry's and Ron's and (Y/n)'s were the size of dragon eggs, brimming with homemade toffee. Hermione's, however, was smaller than a chicken's egg. Her countenance fell when she laid eyes on it.
"Your mother doesn't read Witch Weekly, by any chance, does she, Ron?" she asked in hushed tones.
"Yeah," said Ron, his mouth full of toffee. "She gets it for the recipes."
Hermione gazed sadly at her diminutive egg. (Y/n) observed this and surmised that Mrs Weasley believed what Rita Skeeter had written about the love triangle between Harry, Hermione, and Krum. And she felt remorseful about it.
"I'll pen a letter to Mum, Hermione, and debunk Rita Skeeter's nonsense. And if you'd like, we can exchange our eggs," said (Y/n), offering Hermione a warm smile.
"No, there's no need for you to do that, and besides, she is still upset with you," replied Hermione, referring to the actions of the real Sabrina Weasley; her tragic suicide. (Y/n) still hadn't responded to Mrs Weasley's letter, which only angered her further. Ron had pestered her numerous times, and even Ginny had joined in urging her to reply. Yet, she remained obstinate.
(Y/n) remained silent and instead occupied herself with indulging in the toffee.
"Do you not fancy a look at what Percy's written?" Harry inquired of the two.
"Yeah, we should check it out and see," (Y/n) replied, concealing Mrs Weasley's letter for her.
Percy's letter was short and irritable.
As I keep telling the Daily Prophet, Mr Crouch is taking a well-deserved break. He's sending regular owls with instructions. No, I haven't actually seen him, but I reckon I can trust my own superior's handwriting. I've got enough on my plate at the moment without trying to quash these ridiculous rumours. Please don't bother me again unless it's something important. Happy Easter.
"Is it just me? or was he this irritating?" (Y/n) asked, wincing at Percy's letter. Ron and Harry exchanged looks while Hermione simply stared at her.
"Irritating?" Ron exclaimed in horror, looking at his twin sister.
"What?" (Y/n) asked in surprise.
"I just can't believe you said that!" Ron replied, unable to believe it.
"What's so surprising about that?" (Y/n) started to get annoyed.
"What's so surprising? Sabrina, you never speak ill of Percy! He's your... what, role model?" It was then that (Y/n) remembered the strong admiration the real Sabrina Weasley had for her older brother, Percy Weasley. And saying that he was irritating came as a huge surprise and change for the three, considering they had only heard glowing words about Percy Weasley from her. She momentarily forgot that she was in Sabrina Weasley's shoes.
"Can't I get annoyed with him? I'm human too, you know, and besides, he has flaws too," she managed to say.
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The start of the summer term typically marked the beginning of Harry's intense training for the grand finale of the Quidditch season. However, this year, his focus shifted to the enigmatic third and final task of the Triwizard Tournament, requiring him to prepare diligently, oblivious to its nature. Eventually, during the waning days of May, Professor McGonagall detained him following Transfiguration.
"Potter, you are to make your way to the Quidditch pitch this very evening at the stroke of nine," she revealed. "Mr. Bagman shall be in attendance to acquaint the champions with the intricacies of the third task."
Upon exiting the classroom, Harry caught sight of (Y/n) standing there, lost in thought, a pensive expression gracing her features. He approached her cautiously. "Why haven't you joined Ron and Hermione?" A flicker of surprise danced in her eyes as she realised his presence.
"Hermione and Ron are at it again. I can't bear their bickering any longer; I might end up joining their fray, and then the three of us would be in a deadlock." They began walking.
Harry couldn't help but emit a soft chuckle.
Whenever Hermione and Ron engaged in one of their heated arguments, (Y/n) sought solace in Harry's company, either by swiftly departing or even outpacing the quarreling duo. They would retreat to the edge of the black lake, finding respite beneath the shelter of a towering tree, engaging in diverse conversations that brought them solace and comfort in each other's presence. As time passed, they discovered the joy of lighthearted banter, a realm Harry had rarely experienced before. Harry also noticed that Sabrina had grown accustomed to his presence, no longer blushing or concealing her face when his gaze met hers, occasionally gracing him with a gentle smile in the classroom. He, in turn, would be the first to divert his eyes, a comforting sign for Harry.
"By the way, what did Professor McGonagall tell you?" (Y/n) inquired further.
"She simply instructed me to attend the Quidditch Pitch tonight, Bagman will supposedly tell us about the Third Task."
"Oh, yes, there's still the Third Task..." (Y/n) added, noticing the worry etched on Harry's face.
Harry sighed, his brow furrowed. "I can't help but feel anxious, Sabrina. The tasks have been getting more dangerous, and I don't even know what awaits me this time."
(Y/n) stepped closer, a gentle smile on her lips. "Hey now, Harry, I understand why you're concerned. But remember, you've faced incredible challenges before and emerged victorious. You've got the skills, the courage, and the heart of a true Gryffindor."
Harry's gaze met hers, searching for reassurance. "What if something goes wrong? What if I'm not prepared enough?"
(Y/n) placed a comforting hand on his arm. "Harry, you've been training and pushing yourself harder than anyone else. You've got an incredible support system behind you. We all believe in you."
Harry's shoulders sagged with a mixture of relief and gratitude. "Thanks, Sabrina. It means a lot to hear that. Sometimes, it's hard to shake off the doubt."
She leaned in, her voice filled with warmth. "I know it can be overwhelming, but remember that you're not alone. We're all here for you, cheering you on. We believe in your abilities, and we know you'll give it your all."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Harry's lips."I didn't know you knew how to make someone feel better, Sabrina. I'm lucky to have you as a friend."
(Y/n) grinned, a playful sparkle in her eyes. "Well, now you know, and someone has to keep you grounded, Potter. Just remember, you've already overcome so much, and you've inspired us all with your bravery. Trust in yourself, and let that determination guide you through the Third Task."
Harry nodded, a newfound sense of determination coursing through his veins. "You're right. I won't let fear hold me back. I'll face this task head-on and give it everything I've got."
(Y/n) squeezed his arm gently. "That's the spirit, Harry. We're all rooting for you. You've got this!"
As they stood there, the weight of Harry's worries seemed to lighten, replaced by a renewed sense of confidence. With (Y/n) by his side, offering comfort and encouragement, he felt ready to take on whatever challenges the Third Task held in store.
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At half past eight that evening, Harry bid farewell to Ron, (Y/n), and Hermione in Gryffindor Tower, and made his way downstairs.
"Sabrina, have you replied to Mum's letters yet?" Ron inquired of his twin.
"Not yet - please refrain from pestering me about that matter for now."
"I gather you don't wish to discuss it. But you shouldn't disregard Mum entirely. Just compose a reply and inform her that you'd rather not broach the subject. Why ignore her? She's been awfully cross with you. I wager she'll-"
"Very well, then! I shall write to her." (Y/n) rose from their seat, visibly annoyed, and headed straight for the Girls' dormitory. She promptly fetched parchment, a quill, and ink, and began to write.
Dear Mrs. Weasley,
But stopped almost immediately. She was unsure of what to say. She crumpled the paper and cast a spell to set it ablaze. The act of spellcasting remained a wondrous thing to her. She couldn't fathom why Sabrina's wand responded to her, even though she wasn't its true owner.
Once more, she began to write.
Dear Mum,
I'm terribly sorry for this delayed reply to your letters. The truth is, I had no idea what to say to you, and honestly, I'd rather not discuss that matter altogether.
As she read the letter, she couldn't help but feel utterly foolish, so she decided to set it ablaze once again. She started writing anew.
Scrawl... scrawl... scrawl...
Once more, she wasn't pleased with the words that formed, so she repeated the process.
Scrawl... scrawl... scrawl...
And then again,
Scrawl... scrawl... scrawl...
And once more,
Scrawl... scrawl... scrawl...
And after numerous attempts, she finally managed to compose a letter that she believed sounded proper, formal, and true to Sabrina Weasley.
Dear Mum,
I know you've written to me several times, but I haven't replied because I simply don't know what to say, and I'd rather not discuss that matter. I hope you understand during these days when I haven't responded to your letters. I apologize if this is the way I chose to convey my reluctance to talk about that issue. But Mum, rest assured, I won't repeat this behaviour. When I'm ready to share, I'll tell you the reason straight away. However, for now, I don't want to dwell on that matter because the memories of the events that led me to do it are still fresh in my mind. Please don't worry about me, we'll catch up once the school year is over. I miss you, Mum. Sorry again.
Love from, Sabrina.
Afterwards, she headed downstairs without bringing the letter, as she planned to send it with Pig tomorrow. Pig was the owl that Sirius gave to Ron in exchange for Scabbers, who turned out to be Peter Pettigrew - that happened last year, based on the timeline of this story.
She didn't read the letters sent by Mrs Weasley; instead, she hid them in her daily diary. She thought that when she returned to the real world and Sabrina regained her body back, she would read the contents of the diary and discover what happened during her absence. She always left notes or postscripts for Sabrina Weasley to read.
As she descended the Girl's dormitory, she noticed Hermione and Ron still firmly planted in their respective positions. The two weren't exchanging a single word, as if they had just emerged from yet another heated debate. (Y/n) couldn't help but roll her eyes; it seemed like the two of them were constantly at odds. It was utterly draining. They could argue over the tiniest of matters, resembling an old married couple.
"Hey, I'm done with my letter. So, what have you two been up to while I was away?" she asked, approaching the pair. She settled down next to Hermione, who appeared to be in a sour mood.
"Sabrina, could you lend me a hand with the homework Professor Sprout assigned us? Someone here seems to think they're the sole genius in that subject and would rather face their demise than allow me to borrow their work. I suppose they've conveniently forgotten that I have an equally talented sibling like Percy." And there it was, confirming that indeed, the two had been engaged in a quarrel. She observed the deadly glare Hermione shot at Ron.
"Homework?" (Y/n) exclaimed, taken aback.
Ron's face dropped.
"You didn't know?" he asked, incredulous.
"I completely forgot," (Y/n) admitted, realising that amidst her recent musings, she had completely overlooked the homework assigned by Professor Sprout.
Ron noticed the triumphant expression on Hermione's face. Annoyed, he directed his attention to his twin. "You forgot? Why in the world did you forget?" (Y/n) paid him no heed and turned to Hermione.
"Hermione, could you show me your work? I just need a bit of inspiration." Hermione gladly obliged, handing her a parchment containing her essay.
(Y/n) began reading the essay, and immediately got an idea. She asked Hermione for parchment and ink because she had left her supplies in the Girls' Dormitory. As she wrote, she could hear Ron muttering, "Should have remembered it" or "Are you really going to copy Hermione's essay now?" but she paid no attention. Once she finished her work, she talked to the two of them, disregarding whether they were angry with each other or not. Since Harry wasn't with them, she had no ally in their quarrel.
After two hours, the Portrait hole suddenly swung open, and Harry emerged, drenched in sweat and gasping for breath.
(Y/n) stood up from her seat, feeling a rush of anxiety at his appearance.
"What's happened, Harry? Is something wrong?" she nervously inquired.
"Mr Crouch... he..." he panted.
"He what?" Ron asked, rising from his seat as well.
Harry explained everything to them about what had occurred. He recounted how he and Krum were engaged in conversation when Mr Crouch suddenly appeared, behaving strangely and uttering cryptic statements. Mr Crouch expressed a desire to see Dumbledore, so Harry left him with Krum. However, upon returning with Dumbledore, they found Krum unconscious and discovered that Mr Crouch had attacked him before disappearing.
(Y/n) was left in shock. She felt a foreboding sense that something terrible was about to unfold.
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Dearest Diary,
I find myself in a state of uncertainty, unsure of the twists and turns that await in this story. Harry, as the Protagonist, is destined to confront countless dangers, and I am left to wonder if others will be caught in the intricate threads of this story. Yet, amidst this turmoil, there is but one heartfelt prayer that resonates within me: May no harm befall Harry, Ron, Hermione, and those dear to them. My soul aches as I fervently beseech for their protection, yearning for their safekeeping.
Anxiety grips me,
(Y/n)
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A/n : I'm happy that I finally updated again despite my busy schedule, enjoy reading and make sure to comment and vote yey!