superstar - jamelia  ✦°

°✦'i don't know what it is that makes me feel like this'

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THE L/N HOUSEHOLD WAS QUIET, unusually. with her parents on holiday, y/n was left alone in her home. it wasn't sad, she didn't mind it, though she did love her parents and thought they earned a good holiday. she felt it was her way of taking time for herself after the crazy year at hogwarts. being friends with harry potter meant she needed her rest. and of course, being her. she was quite well known in the wizarding world because of her parents, and like harry, couldn't catch a break. unusual abilities she possessed, haunted her, positively and negatively. y/n was a very pretty girl, especially at her age, being half siren.

a knock on her bedroom door paused her actions. her parents were due to be back that day.

"y/n, we're home, sweetheart." echoed the soothing tone of her mother's voice. she got off the bed, running to the door, opening it up and then hugging her mum, shooting a grin her dad's way.

m/n was an elegant woman, in her late thirties. she stood tall, though her actual height said different, her medium length hair straightened and laying down her back. f/n was a formal man, almost always well presented and calm. however, he argued with y/n more than she'd like which made her feel as though she could not connect with him. 

"i missed you mum, dad." y/n smiled up at them.

"we missed you too." f/n said softly.

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later, at the dinner table, they were catching up, as they normally would on the first day back. it was turning out to be an awkward and uptight sort of dinner and not enjoyable at all.

"y/n we're going to have to go to diagon alley tomorrow for your books." says f/n.

"i can go by myself and stay there till school if its easier. hermione's gonna be there im pretty sure." the young girl offers, pushing a piece of hair out her face before taking a bite of food. 

"hm we'll see, i don't want you out with black out and about, he's dangerous" f/n frowns at m/n.

this doesn't go unnoticed by y/n but she simply chooses not to say anything, making a mental note to owl her mum about it once she's at hogwarts. they finish up and go to bed.

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the next day, y/n gets up early in the morning, which rarely ever happens, as hermione knows very well. she get dressed, curls her hair, which is long and layered and then does her makeup. she gathers her things, suitcase and bag, afterwards goes down to leave.

"your father's gone to work already sweetie, but ive spoken to him and you can go but be careful. i can't say but you'll find out why soon enough, maybe i'll put it in a letter or something, remus is going to teach at hogwarts this year." says mum as y/n grabs a glass of water, spinning her necklace in between her fingers. remmy is her godfather and is close friends with her mum. dad doesn't like him so mum told him she doesn't talk to him anymore but y/n knows they still owl. shared trauma she thinks. it wasn't news that y/n and her mother were close. they were bestfriends, and tried to tell each other everything and y/n knew that in time her mum would say what she needed to her.

"i'll eat breakfast over there. mione said she's getting there in the morning. don't worry mum i'll owl really soon." y/n hugged her mum, stepping into the fireplace, holding a handful of powder tightly. and she drops it. "the leaky cauldron." y/n say clearly. green flames engulf her body and she finds herself in the lobby of the leaky cauldron. 

y/n walks to the front desk and asks for a room. the witch hands her a key with the number twelve on it. she smiles at the woman and then makes her way up to the room. she flops on the bed and heaves a sigh. rolling over, she takes out a portable cd player and cds from her bag. hermione had gotten it for her birthday a couple years ago. she starts playing a random song that was already halfway finished. peace and quiet until she hears a thud on her door. huffing angrily, she get up again to check what was going on. opening the door she sees hermione and ron going out the door into the back garden to diagon alley. she quickly rushes to get her bag, so she could go into diagon alley and find them.

" what the fuck." she mutters to herself, looking around desperately to try and find them, but they were gone. y/n got bored standing around like an idiot and went to get her school books and clothes. as she walked out of flourish and blotts, the last shop she had to visit, having just purchased unfogging the future by cassandra vablatsky, she miraculously saw ron and hermione outside florean fortescue's ice cream parlour, waving like people from a mental institute, in another direction. she turned to where they were waving, spotting harry. all her friends together again. she wont deny her feelings for him, but the plan was to never tell anyone unless hermione figures it out, y/n wont ever mind telling her.

she carefully watched harry walk over to them and start chatting, then started smiling evilly. she creeped up behind harry, putting a finger to her lips so hermione or ron don't rat her out. hermione subtly nodded, telling y/n to go on. she launched herself onto harry's back, wrapping her legs round his torso. 

"BOO!" she shouted, basically bursting his eardrum. 

"AHHH!" he screamed back. "WHAT THE FUCK!" 

he swiftly turned around, knocking y/n off his back. she landed on the floor, face up, staring into the sky. 

"oww." she groaned, holding her head and looking up at harry. "there was no need harold."

he raised an eyebrow at the girl and said, "you literally jumped on my back, what if you were a bad guy." 

"you'd think the boy who lived would be able to fight off a bad guy, hm?" y/n smirked. he offered a hand to help her up, to which she accepted and held it, him pulling her up into a hug.

"hey y/n." he whispered. 

"y/n!!" said ron. "when'd you get here?"

"oh come on ronald she was right in front of us the entire time." 

"HERMIONE!"

"Y/N!"

"HERMIONE!"

"Y/N!"

y/n leapt forwards from next to harry, wrapping her arms round her bestest friend ever, miss hermione granger. then she turned to ron. 

"hi ron. ok bye everyone, im getting ice cream."

"wha-? so everyone else gets a nice warm welcome from the popular y/n l/n and i get hi?!" he huffs, crossing his arms. 

"pretty much." y/n nods thoughtfully, walking to the till to get some of her favourite ice cream, on a cone because if you get one in a cup, you're weird. she pays and comes back out, to see all of them looking at her, ron with a hint of anger. haha.

"i can't believe you've ditched me for ice cream!" ron exclaims.

"you would too. but i was kidding. HELLO RONALD!" she shouts, then eats a bite of her ice cream. hermione and harry snigger and ron makes a weird, pained face. then hermione turns to harry.

"did you really blow up your aunt, harry?" she said in a very serious voice.

"you what!" y/n says before bursting into laughter. hermione offers her a pointed look.

"i didn't mean to," said harry while ron and y/n roared with laughter clutching to each others shoulders for support. "i just- lost control."

"it's not funny, ron," said hermione sharply. "honestly, i'm amazed harry wasn't expelled."

"so am i," harry admitted. he's a strange one, boy doesn't even know who he is. "forget expelled, i thought i was going to be arrested." he looked at ron. "you're dad doesn't know why fudge let me off, does he?" 

"probably cause it's you isn't it?" shrugged ron, still laughing with y/n. "famous harry potter and all that. i'd hate to see what the ministry'd do to me if i blew up an  aunt. mind you, they'd have to dig me up first, because mum would've killed me." y/n laughed at that because she knew molly actually would. "anyway, you can ask dad yourself this evening. we're staying at the leaky cauldron tonight, too! so you can come to king's cross with us tomorrow! hermione's there too!"

hermione nodded, beaming. "mum and dad dropped me off this morning with all my hogwarts things. what about you y/n." 

"yeah im staying at the leaky cauldron too."

"excellent!" said harry happily. 

"grandpa." y/n rolled her eyes at him. honestly what a weirdo. he side-eyed the girl but continued.

"so have you all got your new books and stuff?" 

"yeah." y/n says gesturing to her brown slouched handbag. "i think i might use this bag for school actually. my backpack ripped a couple weeks ago." hermione smiled.

"it's really nice, y/n." 

"thanks mione, i got it in this cool vintage shop in london for my birthday." 

"look at this," said ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. "brand-new wand. fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. and we've got all our books." he pointed at a large bag under his chair. "what about those monster books, eh? the assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two."

"hermit why do you have so many books?" y/n questioned. mione was smart and she knew the girl loved reading but she had three really full bags in the chair next to her. all of y/n's fit in her new bag.

"well im taking more subjects than you, aren't i" she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "those are my books for arithmancy, care of magical creatures, divination, study of ancient runes, muggle studies- " 

"what are you doing muggle studies for?" said ron, rolling his eyes at harry. "you're muggle-born! you already know all about muggles!" 

y/n shot a warning glance in ron's direction, brushing some hair out of her face. 

"but it'll be facinating to study them from the wizarding point of view," hermione said earnestly.

"are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, hermione?" asked harry, while ron sniggered, causing y/n to elbow him in the ribs. thankfully, hermione ignored them.

"i've still got ten galleons," she said, checking her purse. "it's my birthday in september, and mum and dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present."

"how about a nice book?" said ron innocently. she elbowed him again. 

"ouchhh." he groaned, glaring at y/n. she just shrugged. he brought it upon him self?

"that's what you get."

"i really want an owl actually." said hermione composedly. "i mean, harry's got hedwig and you've got errol- "

"i haven't," said ron."errol's a family owl. all i've got is scabbers." y/n personally hated that rat because it bit her in first year once. forgive and forget? never heard of her. "and i want to get him checked over, i dont think egypt agreed with him."

"there's a magical-creature shop just over there," said harry. "you can see if they've got anything for scabbers and hermione can get her owl." 

"you sound like a tourist guide." y/n and hermione sniggered as harry frowned at y/n.

they paid for their ice cream and then crossed the street to the magical menagerie. it was a small shop and it stank of shit and toilet. there were lots of cages lined up against the wall. y/n thought they ought to clean the place. ron approached the counter and started talking to the witch on the other side. y/n tuned them out because its boring as. she took the time to take a good look at harry. 

his hair had grown out and become more untamed than before but thats ok because hes leng as fuck. he had definetly gotten taller and his jawline was much sharper. hot. BUT ANYWAYS. he turned his head to look at y/n, smirking when he saw she was already looking. she has no shame.

"hey haroldine." y/n says, smiling. 

"hey beautiful." hmm what an interesting response. he turned back to the conversation in front of them. 

"he was like that when percy gave him to me," said ron defensively.

"an ordinary, common or garden rat like this can't be expected to live longer than three years or so," said the witch. "now, if you were looking for something a bit more hard-wearing, you might like one of these."

she indicated the black rats who started skipping as she gestured to them. 

"show offs." ron muttered. 

"well, if you don't want a replacement, you can try this rat tonic," said the witch, reaching under the counter and bringing out a small red bottle.

"ok, how mu- OUCH." ron buckled as something huge and orange came soaring from the top of the highest cage, landing on his head and then propelled itself, spitting madly, at scabbers.

"NO CROOKSHANKS! NO!" cried the witch, but scabbers shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor and then scarpered for the door. 

"scabbers!" ron shouted, sprinting out the shop, y/n and harry following closely behind. it took the three thirteen year olds nearly 10 whole minutes to find the rat. ugh. should've let it go and bought a new one honestly.

"what was that?"

"the lorax." y/n said. "hey where's mione?"

"good question." said harry. "probably getting her owl."

they go back to the magical menagerie. as they got there, hermione walked out but she wasnt't carrying an owl. her arms were clamped tightly around the enormous ginger cat that attacked ron. looked a bit like a pig. or like it had crashed into a train, face first or something.

"you bought that monster?" said ron, his mouth hanging open. 

"he's gorgeous isn't he?" said hermione, glowing.

"hermione that thing nearly scalped me!" said ron.

"he didn't mean to, did you crookshanks?" said hermione.

"and what about scabbers?" said ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. "he needs rest and relaxation! how's he going to get it with that thing around?"

"that reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic," said hermione, slapping the small red bottle into ron's hand. "and stop worrying, crookshanks will be sleeping in my dorm and scabbers in yours. what's the problem? poor crookshanks, that witch said he'd been there ages, no one wanted him."

"i wonder why," said ron sarcastically, as they set off towards the leaky cauldron. y/n stepped really hard on ron's foot, flicked her hair over her shoulder, then moved towards hermione, linking her arm with hers as they set off towards the leaky cauldron. "that girls not ok." brat. 

they found mr weasley sitting in the bar reading the daily prophet.

"harry! y/n!" he said smiling as he looked up. "how are you both?"

"fine thanks." said harry.

"im good, thank you. how are you mr weasley?" y/n said smiling at him as the four of them joined the ginger haired man with all their shopping.

"im great y/n thanks for asking." mr weasley put down his paper, which had a picture of sirius black on the cover.

"they still haven't caught him then?" harry asked.

"no." said mr weasley, looking extremely grave. "they've pulled us all off our regular jobs at the ministry to try and find him but we've had no luck so far."

"would we get a reward if we caught him?" asked ron. "it'd be good to get some more money-"

"don't be ridiculous ron," said mr weasley. "black's not going to be caught by a thirteen year old wizard. it's the azkaban guards who'll get him back, you mark my words."

at that moment, mrs weasley entered the bar, with all her shopping, followed by the twins who, somehow, y/n could actually tell apart. she knows. so cool. then percy entered and so did ginny. y/n hated percy with her whole soul and she was sure he knew it. he was so rude to everyone. but ginny's sweet. think she might fancy harry though. she went very red as she spotted them (harry) and muttered a very small 'hello' without looking at anyone. 

percy, however, held out his hand solemnly as though he hadn't met harry and said, "harry. how nice to see you." 

"hello percy." said harry, visibly trying to hold back his laughter, and failing, making y/n laugh loudly and percy glare at her. he turned back to harry.

"i hope you're well." said percy pompously, shaking hands with him.

"very well, thanks- "

"harry, y/n!" said fred and george in unison, fred elbowing percy out the way and bowing deeply in front of y/n, whilst george shook harry's hand. 

"simply splendid to see you, my sweet." said fred. 

"marvellous," said george, switching with fred and seizing her hand instead. "absolutely spiffing."

percy scowled.

"that's enough now." said mrs weasley. 

"mum!" said fred, as if he'd only just seen her, seizing her hand too. "how really corking to see you- " 

"i said, that's enough," said mrs weasley, depositing her shopping in an empty chair. "hello harry, y/n dear. i suppose you've both heard our exciting news?" she pointed at the brand new siler badge on percy's chest. "second head boy in the family!" she said, swelling with pride.

"and last." fred muttered under his breath.

"i don't doubt that." said mrs weasley, frowning suddenly. "i notice they haven't made you two prefects."

"what do we want to be prefects for?" said george, looking revolted at the idea. "it'd take all the fun out of life."

ginny giggled.

"you want to set a better example for your sister!" snapped mrs weasley.

"ginny's got other brothers to set her an example, mother," said percy loftily. "i'm going to change for dinner."

he disappeared and george heaved a sigh.

"we tried to shut him in a pyramid," he told her. "but mum spotted us,"

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dinner was very fun that night. tom the innkeeper put three tables together in the parlour and all ten of them ate their way through five different delicious courses. 

"how're we getting to king's cross tomorrow, dad?" asked fred, as he took a bite of chocolate pudding. 

"the ministry's providing a couple of cars." said mr weasley.

everyone looked up at him.

"why?" said percy curiously.

"it's because of you perce-" y/n said seriously.

"-and there'll be little flags on the bonnets, with HB on them-" continued george in the same tone.

"-for humungous bighead." finished fred.

everyone except percy and mrs weasley snorted into their pudding.

"why are the ministry providing cars, father?" percy asked again, in a dignified voice. hate this kid honest. y/n rolled her eyes at him, opening her mouth to say something about him being nosy but stopped when she felt a hand above her knee. harry raised his eyebrows from next to her. y/n looked at him and brushed his hand off.  

"well as we haven't got one anymore," said mr weasley. "and as i work there, they're doing me a favour... "

"good job too," said mrs weasley briskly. "do you realise how much luggage you've all got between you? a nice sight you'd be on the muggle underground. you are all packed aren't you."

y/n is definitely not packed at all. she turns to harry.

"help me with my packing?" 

"no." he scoffs throwing a grape at her, missing narrowly.

"rat." y/n says, picking up a handful of grapes and popping one in her mouth. she then proceeds to throw the rest at him, aiming correctly with each and every one, and then getting up and walking off to pack her stuff. 

having spent about twenty minutes packing, she was only halfway finished, and she'd barely been in the room at all.

"y/nnnn." a voice called from outside. "which room are you in." 

"number twelve harold." she called, to make sure he heard her. he walked in groaning. "if you have a problem, just ask, my love." she says nonchalantly.

"there's a time and place for everything, darling." he says flopping onto the bed next to y/n. "and it's not tonight." 

"anyways, what happened?" y/n asks, moving to lay next to him.

"sirius black is after me." he says turning his head right to look at her.

"wow. thats something. dont worry though, i'll protect you with my super cool powers."

"that you don't know how to use." he snorts. harry was never supposed to know but at the start of last year he figured it out when y/n accidentally moved the fire in the common room. iit was only subtle but you know how it is with him.

"hey! i've been doing quite well lately. watch this." she exclaims, sitting up.

she lays her hand out in front of her, concentrating hard. her hand starts to feel warm. she wills the small flame in her hand to grow and it does just that. then she pictures it to become harry on a broomstick, shirtless. and it does it. by this point, harry is sitting up next to y/n, gazing at the fire in wonder. she makes the figure swirl around him before extinguishing it by closing her palm. 

"thats so cool."

after a while he left to wear his pyjamas before coming back to sleep here.

she was almost asleep when harry said loudly, "i'm not going to be murdered."

"thats the spirit babe." y/n replied sleepily. he turned, wrapping his arms round her waist from behind. she drifted into a dreamless sleep, ready to go to hogwarts.

a/n - welcome to my book! sorry it's taken so long but im still editing the introduction chapter (the one before this) and im quite indecisive so i expect some more changes to that but otherwise enjoy! 

- p 

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