"𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚝𝚎. 𝙶𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚗."

𝔾𝕠𝕝𝕕𝕖𝕟 - ℍ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕥𝕪𝕝𝕖𝕤

"Falling for me now are you Sinclair?"

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

Over the next three weeks of school, Y/N grew close with her dormmates, all those except for Pansy, and even had fun on the Slytherin Quidditch team. She would study with Hermione and hang out with Ron, Harry, and Hermione around the courtyard. 

That is when Marcus didn't have her in quidditch practices. He was fixed on making Y/N feel singled out but she was too damn good for him to have much to say. 

Despite Y/N despising her quidditch captain she absolutely loved being on the quidditch team. The other members of the quidditch team weren't half bad. Despite contrary belief, not a lot of the Slytherins cared about blood status. Hell, Miles Bletchley was a half-blood. 

However, there was always Malfoy but even he had laid off her for the time being, even though he wouldn't miss any chance to make a snide remark at someone else. 

"Look at the state of his robes," Draco had said in a loud whisper to his friends as Professor Lupin walked past, "He dresses like our old house-elf."

Draco and his goons were the only people who had a problem with Professor Lupin. Although his robes were patched and frayed his kindness made up for it. Defense Against The Dark Arts quickly became most people's favorite class.

Y/N enjoyed most of her other classes as well. However, she tried her best to stay awake in History of Magic and tried her best to stay engaged during Care of Magical Creatures. Even Y/N, who adored creatures, couldn't get excited over feeding shredded lettuce to slimy flobberworms. 

With Draco's dramatic "attack" Hagrid had to resort to more dull classes and he had lost most of his confidence. 

However, there was something Y/N could look forward to. 

The first quidditch game of the season was on Saturday. Slytherin V.S Gryffindor and even tho Y/N had her friends on the Gryffindor team she was going to respectfully and as kindly as possible kick their asses.

Harry on the other hand, besides hanging out with Y/N, was throwing himself into quidditch practices. 

Not willingly of course. 

Oliver had them practicing every chance they could and he was hell-bent on getting the Quidditch cup.

"This our last chance - my last chance - to win the Quidditch Cup," He had lectured on Gryffindor's first practice. "I'll be leaving at the end of this year. I'll never get another shot at it."

"It hasn't always been smooth sailing when it comes to the Quidditch cup," Oliver had continued, "Injuries." he looked at Harry who blushed remembering his missing bones incident.

"Oliver, this year's our year," Fred had ensured.

"We can do it, Oliver," Angelina had agreed. 

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

"I hope you know I'm not going easy on you during the first quidditch game," Harry smirked as Y/N closed the chapter of the book they were reading together after they had finished classes for the week. 

"I wouldn't dream of it you'll need all the help you can get," Y/N said.

"Please," Harry smiled, "I am the youngest Seeker in a century."

"And I was the youngest and best Chaser at Ilvermorny, you can't one-up me, Harold."

"I bet I can beat you," said Harry looking into her eyes smirking. 

"You can try but you'll fail," Y/N smirked back returning his gesture looking intently into his eyes running the two into a staring contest.

"You want to put your money where your mouth is," Harry said inching his face closer towards hers. 

"Do you?" she said keeping eye contact. 

"1 game. 1 versus 1. 10 galleons," Harry said, "and you can't use your fire-bolt." 

"Done."

Y/N shoved her stuff in her bag and ran down to the quidditch pitch with Harry following. 

"Alohomora" she whispered to get into the Slytherin locker rooms. She grabbed a Nimbus Two Thousand laying around and changed out of her skirt into some of her extra practice clothes. She quickly realized she didn't have an extra shirt so she would have to wear her white collared one. She yanked off her tie and made her way out to the pitch.

Harry had changed into his quidditch jersey and pulled out the chest with all the different types of balls. 

"You're going to play with your uniform shirt on?" Harry called as he opened the chest.

"I didn't have anything else," Y/N smiled smugly, "I can still beat you it doesn't matter what I'm wearing."

"Here," Harry said handing her his black hoodie, "Wear this you need to be properly dressed if I'm going to beat you."

"Your cute and all Harold but we both know I can rip you to shreds and do my nails at the same time," she smirked.

Butterflies swarmed Harry's stomach as he looked at the girl. The smirk on her face and the way that she smiled made his knees go weak. What am I talking about? Harry thought trying to squash his feelings, Ron isn't right about this, none of them are. This is a strictly platonic friendship. (A/N: Yeah keep telling yourself that Harold.)

She made her way back into the locker room and took off her collar shirt and threw on Harry's hoodie. She was hit with an aroma of the quidditch gear, vanilla, and the smell of the ocean. If she was being completely honest she enjoyed the scent tremendously.

Harry smirked at the sight of the girl in his sweatshirt as she exited the locker rooms. 

"Looks better on you," he called.

"Don't think flirting with me is going to get you anywhere," Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. 

"The color on your cheeks says different," Harry said in a singsong voice.

"Shove it, Potter."

"Really. Potter?"

"Yes, when your my opponent your Potter, and I'm going to make you eat your words."

"Whatever Sinclair." 

And just like that, the two were off. They were playing to 250 and they were each determined to win. By any means necessary. 

"Damn Sinclair my sweatshirt really does look good on you," Harry called from his spot protecting the goal post smiling at her. 

The score was 200-220 and Y/N was winning. 

"Stop doing that. Stop-"

"Doing What? Being Irresistible? Gorgeous?" Harry smirked.

"Stop flirting with me to win!" Y/N exclaimed.

"So my flirting is affecting you?" Harry smiled cheekily. 

Just then Y/N zoomed by him snatching the Quaffle from his hands and raced toward the end scoring.

200-230 Y/N.

"Nope not one bit," she said winking. 

"Who's flirting with who now?" said Harry.

"Hey, you did it first." 

Y/N and Harry zoomed past each other scoring points left and right and they were using every tactic they could to get beat each other. 

"Harry look! It's the Dudley and he's teamed up with Voldemort!"

"Y/N look it's that muggle actor you like! Leonardo DiCaprio!"

"Looking hot in your quidditch uniform Harry!"

"Not as good as you do in my sweatshirt!" 

Finally, they were tied 240-240. 

"Get ready to pay me," Y/N called. 

She had the Quaffle and she was flying at full speed towards the goal post Harry was flying closely behind but he quickly intercepted it catching the Quaffle and heading towards her goal post. 

She followed him immediately and reached her hand out to grab the Quaffle. Harry looked back at her and winked as a swarm of butterflies rushed into her stomach Harry chucked the Quaffle into the goal post. 

240-250 Harry wins. 

"NO WAY!" Y/N exclaimed as Harry proudly smiled at her. 

"Pay up," Harry said calmly as he held out his hand. 

Y/N scowled at him as her feet hit the ground and she hopped off her broom. She slightly stumbled and almost fell until Harry caught her.

"Falling for me now, are you Sinclair?" Harry smirked. 

"Shove it," Y/N said annoyed. 

"Oh my god, you're a sore loser aren't you!" Harry laughed.

"No, I'm not," she protested. 

"It's okay your cute when your angry," Harry said packing away the Quaffle and heading into the Gryffindor locker rooms. 

Y/N couldn't help but smile. She was absolutely furious she had to give up 10 galleons to Harry but it was Harry. She couldn't stay angry for long. 

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

"You're expecting an owl?" Ron asked Y/N as the 3 Gryffindors and Slytherin made their way to the owlery later that day. 

"I'm hoping for a letter from my family," Y/N said as they got to the door. "They haven't written me yet since I've been here and I would like to know if they're alive."

"You sure you just don't want to ask your parents for more galleons after you lost 10 of them?" Harry smiled smugly. 

"IF YOU DON'T SHUT-"

"Shutting up," Harry said smiling running his hands across his mouth and turning it mimicking a locking gesture. 

"Brilliant," She said as she turned the door and opened it. There were tons of owls peacefully perched inside and some were flying in. 

Hedwig greeted Harry with a kind peck while Y/N looked around for her owl Athena. 

After a few moments, she heard a squawk and Y/N saw her beautiful owl swoop into the owlery. She ruffled her dark blue feathers and realized she held two letters. 

She safely unwrapped the letters from the bird's talons and petted her gently. She then flew up to a perch with Hedwig. 

She unwrapped the first letter. 

ᴛᴏ: ʏ/ɴ ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ʀᴜᴇ ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ

"This one's from my cousin," Y/N exclaimed happily. 

"The one in Italy?" Hermione asked. 

"For now. She travels a lot I usually see her over the summer," Y/N answered. 

She opened the envelope and carefully pulled out the letter and a picture was included. 

Y/N smiled seeing her cousin. ℓαѕт ∂αу ιη ιтαℓу - was written on the back. She was the one who was always there for her when her parents chose to neglect her. She then turned to the letter.

𝐻𝑒𝓎 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒞𝓊𝓏,

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒. 𝒢𝓇𝓎𝒻𝒻𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓇. 

Y/N chuckled at her cousin's words. Her cousin was the epitome of a Gryffindor. She always was a proud, brave, funny Gryffindor. She knows when she sees her they would definitely debate over which house was truly superior.

𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒹𝒶𝒹 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎? 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎'𝓇𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇 𝓋𝒶𝑔𝓊𝑒. 𝒲𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝑒. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝒫𝑜𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇. 𝐻𝑒'𝓈 𝒸𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝐼 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝑔𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇.

Y/N snuck a glance at Harry who was petting Hedwig and Athena lovingly. She couldn't help but smile as she continued reading.  

𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃. 𝑀𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒 𝑜𝓀 𝒴/𝒩/𝒩. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝑒 𝐼𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝑒.

𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒,
𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 (𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎) 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓈𝒾𝓃
𝑅𝓊𝑒 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓇

A smile crept across her face as she was finally happy to hear from her family. However, her smile fell flat when she opened the letter from her mother and father. 

ᴛᴏ: ʏ/ɴ ꜱɪɴᴄʟᴀɪʀ

ꜰʀᴏᴍ: ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴛʜᴇʀ

𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒴/𝒩, 

𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝐻𝑜𝑔𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈. 𝒜𝓈 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒾𝓃 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓈𝒻𝒾𝑒𝒹. 𝑀𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓍𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓊𝓃𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒. 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒶𝒻𝑒. 

𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂,

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐹𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

Great. Rue wasn't kidding when she said her parents were being vague. Traveling? Again? And where are they going? What are they even doing? Y/N hoped and prayed they weren't moving again. She liked it here. She felt more at home than she ever had at Ilvermorny or at her house at the Sinclair Manor. 

Maybe home isn't really a place for her. It's the people that make the home I guess. Harry smiled over at her. 

"Got everything you need?" Harry asked still playing with Athena and Hedwig.

"Yeah," Y/N smiled back. Thoughts of her parents vanished as soon as she saw him smile at her. 

"Come on," Hermione said, "We should get to bed. We ALL need sleep if you two are going to be fighting tomorrow for quidditch."

"She may need the sleep," Harry smirked.

"You wish," Y/N said heading forward towards the door, "Today was the warm-up, You're not going to get me next time with your petty flirting."

"Flirting?" Ron asked Harry in a low whisper while Y/N and Hermione walked ahead. 

Harry gave Ron a stern look, "Don't even start."

"Start what?" Ron smiled.

─── ∙ ~☾~ ∙ ───

𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗

A/N: OMG THANK YOU FOR OVER 700 READS I'M FREAKING OUT I LOVE ALL OF YOU AND THE SUPPORT. 🏌️‍♀️💕

I had no relevant gifs for this chapter so here's a random gif 🧍🏽‍♀️