"𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘, 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?" 

𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕎𝕖 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕓𝕪 𝕂𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕖

"Shove it,"

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The end of Y/N's first week at Hogwarts was here. It had been a plain one. Between getting into odd arguments with Snape, Malfoy, or Pansy, hanging out in the common room with Daphne and Tracey, studying with Hermione, or hanging out with Harry she was enjoying her new lifestyle at Hogwarts. 

Despite everyone knowing there was a killer on the loose, Y/N, however, remained calm.

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" Seamus called running into the great hall and slamming down the Daily Prophet at the Gryffindor table. 

People from all houses left the homework they were completing to surround the Gryffindor seats.

"Who?" Ron asked running from his spot with Harry and Hermione to a spot near the twins. 

"Sirius Black!" Seamus answered wedging himself between Bem and Neville. Y/N got up from her spot studying a the Slytherin table and stood behind Seamus to see the article. 

Hermione scooted down and grabbed the paper. 

"Dufftown?" she exclaimed, "That's not far from here!"

Harry's face went pale as he looked over at Y/N.

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts do you?" Neville asked almost as pale.

"With dementors at every entrance?" A Hufflepuff called. 

"Dementors. He already slipped past them once, hasn't he? Who is to say he won't do it again!" Seamus said.

"That's right," Bem said slowly, "Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke."

(A/N: 🎶I wish I were BEM🎶)

Y/N squeezed Harry's shoulder.

"Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."

Worried glances were exchanged throughout the hall.

"Ok! We're done." Y/N shouted grabbing the newspaper already seeing Harry grow anxious, "Come on."

She grabbed her stuff and his hand while Harry's eyes were still lingering on the newspaper.

"It's alright," she reassured. 

Harry still wasn't answering as he grabbed his small amount of school supplies. He was sucked into terrifying thoughts of Sirius Black making it into Hogwarts. 

"Let's go to the lake?" Y/N softly smiled at him. He nodded still with fear written over his face. 

"Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter." a voice called as the two started for the door. 

"Yeah, that's exactly right." Y/N snapped not in the mood. She was suddenly overcome with protective instincts.

"Of course, if it was me," Draco said quietly, "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him."

"What are you going on about?" Harry asked. He was desperate to leave the Great hall but his curiosity got the better of him. 

"Don't you know?" Draco breathed as his eyes narrowed. 

"Know what?"

He let out a laugh. "Maybe you two would rather not risk your necks. Want to leave it to the dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."

"No one needs your opinions Malfoy," Y/N sneered, "Come on."

She turned Harry's shoulder and they left the Great Hall. 

"What do you think Malfoy meant?" Harry asked as they sat down by the lake. They took seats in the same position they had that night on the second day of school. 

"He's just trying to get a reaction out of you." Y/N reassured, "Nothing intelligent ever comes out of his mouth."

"But...Why would I want revenge on Black? He hasn't done anything to me...yet." Harry asked confused. 

"He just trying to make you do something stupid," She said shaking her head and looking at him. His eyes were glued to the black lake as he was trying to decipher what happened in the great hall. 

"Hey," Y/N said softly turning his head towards her. "It'll be ok."

Harry's face went red at the touch of the girl's hand on his face. 

"Yeah. I guess your right." He said softly smiling at her. 

"Come on take your mind off it," she said pulling her book out of her bag. 

"Pride and Prejudice?" Harry said reading off the title of her book. "Romance?" he cringed. 

"Oh come on Harold," Y/N said playfully rolling her eyes, "Don't tell me your one of those boys who is disgusted by romance."

"I'm not disgusted," Harry protested, "But come on romance novels are sappy."

"They are not!" Y/N protested as she opened the book.

"Fine prove it," Harry smirked, "Read it to me."

"What?" Y/N said slightly getting embarrassed. 

Harry laid down and moved his head into her lap. 

"Read it to me. Prove to me the book isn't sappy," He smiled at her cheekily. 

She smiled down at him. "Fine."

"It is a truth universally acknowledged," Y/N started, "that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife..." 

"I'm already confused." Harry interrupted with a smile on his face. 

Y/N felt butterflies flutter in her stomach at the boy's expression. He really does have a gorgeous smile. Y/N thought but shook it away in fear of staring too long.

"Shove it," she said trying her best to hide her smile. Meanwhile, Harry's smile stretched ear to ear. 

They sat there by the lake together for hours. The sound of Y/N's voice reading calmed Harry. Again he found himself wishing he could be in this moment forever. Forever protected from the outside world by her angelic voice. Forever stuck in a moment with a girl he felt like he had known for years. 

But there's no such thing as forever. 

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"You're trying out for quidditch Sinclair?" Draco sneered as Y/N approached the quidditch pitch. 

"Yes I am," She said raising her eyebrows at him. "Scared Malfoy?"

"Your probably rubbish—" he laughed.

"Leave the girl alone Malfoy," a voice called smirking, "Before you cause a scene."

A boy with short brown hair and blue eyes had walked up to them. He was dressed in his quidditch gear and appeared to be older. He looked too old to be their age but too young to be as old as Oliver. 

"Adrian Pucey," he said extending his hand. 

"Y/N Sinclair," she said shaking his hand.

"So you're the excellent Chaser girl that Marcus was throwing a fit about."

"Marcus?"

"Marcus Flint. Slytherin quidditch captain," Adrian explained. "Last year's team looked at the Ilvermorny quidditch records. Your quite the Chaser."

"Thanks," Y/N smiled.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Keep rolling your eyes maybe you'll find a brain back there Malfoy," Y/N called. 

He scowled at her and before he could send back a remark a voice interrupted. 

"Settle down. Settle down." Marcus called. Y/N surveyed the scene around her. There was not ONE girl trying out for the Slytherin quidditch team besides herself. 

As everyone stood in a horizontal line in front of Marcus Y/N kept thinking. The Gryffindor's had plenty of girls on the team. Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson. The Ravenclaws had Cho Chang. Hell Hufflepuff had Heidi Macavoy. 

This made Y/N determined to get on this team. No matter what, she was going to kick ass in tryouts. 

Marcus stopped walking once he reached her. 

"Listen, love, there are no cheerleading teams at Hogwarts, we're playing quidditch."

"I'm fully aware of what we're playing," Y/N responded coldly. "I'm here to try out along with everyone else."

Marcus's lip curled at the defense. 

"Your the Sinclair girl aren't you?" He asked.

"Y/N Sinclair." She corrected. 

"You play Chaser?" He asked, again being short and vague. 

"Yes, at Ilvermorny which you already knew," Y/N smirked at him. 

Marcus let out a sigh of frustration. "You should already know we have three fantastic Chaser's," He said gesturing towards Adrain, Graham Montague, and himself. 

"Well now you'll have four," She smiled. 

Marcus tried his best not to show how upset he was as he backed away to address the crowd.

"Our first game is against Gryffindor this year," he continued, "Let's get started."

Groups were separated as people began to participate in heavy drills and flying skills. Every time Y/N would do something correct he would roll his eyes or shout remarks such as, 'no one wants a showoff, Sinclair.'

Y/N didn't let one piece of Marcus or Draco's taunts get to her. She completed the drills with ease and when they had to fly laps she was the first to finish. 

"Your not bad Sinclair." Adrian smiled at her when he finished laps.

"At least someone thinks so," she said as Marcus had again begun to scowl at her. 

"Were now going to scrimmage and try each of you out in your position," He began to smile wickedly. "Miles your Keeper for me," Marcus said implying to a dark-haired boy with green eyes who looked the oldest. 

"Draco. Your Keeper for Y/N."

"Flint that makes no sense Draco's a seeker and we all know he sucks in that position. No offense." Adrian quickly added. 

Marcus smiled. Obviously, that was the point. Make Y/N suck at the 2 v.s 2 games by giving her someone who hates her as a teammate. 

"It's fine Adrian," Y/N said keeping her best face, "Let's play."

The rest of the people made their way to the sidelines to watch while Y/N and Draco went on one side and Miles and Marcus went on one side. 

"Two-third years versus two sixth years this is absurd," Draco muttered.

"Exactly. Which is why you're going to be the best keeper you can be," Y/N ordered. 

"Excuse me?" Draco spat, "You don't tell me what to do."

"Listen. I hate this just as much as you do but I'm getting on this team and no whiny blond boy is going to ruin that for me," she sneered, "So for the next half an hour we are best friends and we're going to beat that git. Got it?"

Stunned by her tone Draco nodded. 

"Good. Now get in position."

Surprisingly following her orders Draco mounted his broom and took his place in front of one of the goalposts. 

Y/N mounted her Firebolt and met Marcus halfway in the field. 

"First to 200 points wins!" he instructed. He then turned to Y/N and went, "That's 10 points per Quaffle."

"I know what it means," she scowled. 

At the sound of Adrian blowing a whistle, the four started playing. 

Adrian wasn't kidding Draco did suck at Keeper but Y/N was a phenomenal Chaser so she kept the game neck in neck. 

20-50 Miles and Flint

70-50 Y/N and Draco

100 - 100 Tie

180 - 190 Miles and Flint. 

"Timeout," Y/N called for her team. 

"Look, I'm sorry I'm just not a Keeper," Draco blurted out as the two floated in midair on their brooms. 

"Stop thinking of it as your in a position that you're not used to," Y/N explained remaining calm, "Use what you know as a seeker, and don't let Miles get that Quaffle in the hoop."

Draco nodded forgetting for a moment how much he loathed the girl.

"Time-out's over!" Adrian shouted. 

"We can do this," she said giving Draco a stern look, "And if we don't I'll throw you into that hoop myself." 

With another whistle sound the game started up again and Y/N grabbed the Quaffle right from under Marcus's arm and flew to the goal post. She flew around it making Miles dizzy until she successfully made it into the hoop. 

190 - 190 Tie.

"What the fuck was that Bletchley!" Marcus roared while Miles gave him a look.

"The girl's good Marcus. Get over it."

Frustrated, Marcus grabbed the Quaffle and zoomed toward the end zone. Draco was guarding that hoop with his life. He knew that Y/N was serious. If he screwed up he would have to suffer.

Marcus hurled the Quaffle into the hoop but just in time it hit Draco in the head and started dropping. Still, in a dizzy haze, he shouted, "Y/N GET IT! GET IT!"

Y/N zoomed on her broom towards the Quaffle picking it up in her hands. Marcus flew after her but his Nimbus Two Thousand and One was no match for her Firebolt. She hurled the Quaffle into the quidditch post and scored the last points.

200 - 190. Y/N and Draco win.

As they flew to the ground Marcus didn't look at anyone as he stormed into the Slytherin locker rooms. 

"Nicely played Sinclair," Miles said giving her a high-five. 

"You made Marcus eat his words," Adrian said throwing his arm around her as they headed off the pitch. 

"Sinclair!"

Y/N turned around to see Draco. 

"Yes Malfoy?" she said crossing her arms. 

"You did good," he said avoiding her gaze. 

"Is this your pitiful attempt at a compliment?" Y/N smirked. 

"Yes, it is. Take it or leave it," He snarled. 

"Thanks, I guess Malfoy," Y/N said, "We did well."

"Don't think this makes us friends," Draco added on quickly. 

"Wouldn't dream of it," Y/N smiled and walked with Miles and Adrian into the Slytherin locker rooms. 

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟖

A/N: Ok but I'm jealous of Y/N and Harry's relationship. I also had to add in Adrian because even though he had like 3 seconds of screen time he was hot so there you go.