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Y/N's P.O.V. 

Lupin Cottage, situated on a beautiful, grassy meadow, near the muggle village of Ottery St. Catchpole, was a quiet residence. Most people wouldn't expect Remus Lupin to own such property, but he had inherited half of Y/N's (extremely rich) parents' fortune. Well, that's because his sister was her mom. 

The sun shone down on the valley, basking everything in a warm summers glow. The cottage wasn't large, per se, but comfortable. Every aspect of it was the picture of peace and tranquility... 

BANG!  came a loud, concerning noise from Y/N Sterling's room.

"OW! Y/N yelled, letting a swear slip afterward. 

Her whole bookcase had just come tumbling down, parchment, books and possessions flying everywhere. She tried to catch as much as she could, which ended up being one book, while everything else fell on the ground and on Y/N. 

Bandit, her owl, was startled out of his wits and flew into the window. 

"BANDIT?!" 

"Y/N!?" Remus exclaimed, barging into her room, wand at the ready.

"I'm okay," Y/N called from the far corner of her room, having dodged the rest of the falling objects. "I could use a little help, though," she added sheepishly.

Remus rolled his eyes and swished his wand - everything floated back into place, orderly and neatly. Just how Y/N liked it, her books were set. Just how Y/N liked it, her trinkets were strewn about.

"What were you even doing?" Remus asked bemusedly. 

Y/N hesitated for a moment, "I was...er...I was looking for something," she said. 

Well, she was looking for her Transfiguration homework, which she should've finished already...And her History of Magic Homework...

"Okay..." Remus said slowly. "Well, I'll leave you to...whatever you're doing." He checked his watch. "Remember, we're heading to the Diggory's at five - two hours - alright?" 

"Yeah, alright, dad," Y/N said, hopping onto her bed and prying open a book. She'd do her homework later. 

"Do your homework," he said sternly. "You won't have time after!"

Y/N nodded absently. She'd rather do her homework at the Weasley's because, well, Hermione was there. Though Y/N was doing very well, she liked it when Hermione looked over her work and vice versa. 

"And then after that, you're off to the Weasley's for the Quidditch World Cup," Remus continued with a sigh, tidying up her desk a little bit. 

Y/N nodded and Remus left, probably going to send a letter to Sirius Black. 

Oh, yes. Sirius Black, the supposed mass-murderer was a regular pen-pal of Y/N and her uncle. After Harry and Hermione helped him escape the Dementors last year, he'd been in touch with Harry, Y/N and Remus. 

Having read some of her uncle's letters to the man, Y/N was slightly suspicious. They were not friend letters. No 'homie' would talk like that, but she brushed it off, since they hadn't seen each other in twelve years.

Y/N lettered everyone over the summer- especially a certain someone with black hair, glasses and green eyes. 

She didn't write to Ron much, because she could just walk over to the Burrow anytime she wished. And oh, she had. 

The Weasley's were incredibly welcoming and Missus Weasley doted on Y/N. She got along with everyone, except maybe Percy. She and Ginny had tons in common - so they hit it off almost immediately.

Ginny had expressed that having another girl in the house, though Y/N didn't live there, was amazing.

Backyard Quidditch was a regular occurrence. Y/N was always set to play Chaser, since her aim was practically unbeatable. It wasn't any actual games. It was one Keeper, two opposing Chasers and two Beaters. No Seeker, since there weren't enough people. 

Sometimes Elijah would drop by and they'd have enough people for three-on-three Quidditch. After those games, Elijah and Y/N always ran off into the meadow. 

He was still being flirtatious, but Y/N didn't mind, since he was her friend. They'd lay on the grass until the sun set, just talking. 

He'd call her, "Pretty rascal," again, giving her jolts that went straight to her stomach. In the good way? She didn't know - since...well, Harry Potter was alive.

But anyways, back to Harry. The letters that they'd send were usually just casual; about each others' day. But occasionally, they were rants about how much they missed each other. 

Y/N had a stack of Harry's letters on her desk, tied neatly by a red ribbon. Every morning, she'd look over the latest letter...signed, "Love, Harry." 

It gave her butterflies just looking at it. Obviously, he meant friendly love, but Y/N could convince herself it was more.

Hermione, on the other hand, had not sent even a single letter to Y/N  - and vice versa. 

First day of summer holidays, whilst Y/N was adding photos to their Herms and Trouble scrapbook, an idea struck her. Hastily, she had dipped her quill into her inkpot, turned to a fresh page and wrote,

"Herms, can you see this?" 

In less than five minutes, the scrapbook emitted a faint thrumming noise - like it did whenever someone updated the contents. 

"Yes, I can, Trouble!" Hermione had written. 

It was the day they discovered that their messages could be seen in real-time. So, it was their new messaging system. 

As if the book was listening to Y/N's thoughts, a small hum came from it. Y/N put the book she was reading on her bedside table and hopped off her bed, walking to her bookcase. Plucking her scrapbook off one of the shelves, she plopped back on her bed and pried it open. 

Hermione had placed a charm on both books before they left Hogwarts. The books could have infinite pages, and if they wanted to "delete," a page, they could tap it and say, "Deletrius!"

"Hi," Hermione's neat handwriting appeared. "I miss you, Trouble." 

Y/N chuckled aloud, but quickly answered. 

"I miss you too, Herms, even though we talked, like, two hours ago. We're also going to the Cup together - you're at Ron's right now, right?" 

Hermione wrote nothing for a moment, then said, "Yep got here only today - but I've had an idea!" 

"Well, do share - or did you wanna tell me, then...just...leave?" Y/N teased, her writing getting messier from anticipation.

"Oh, shut up," Hermione's writing appeared. Y/N could practically hear her saying it. 

"Wave your wand in a semi circle then point it at the scrapbook. Say, "Temporalisa Reducio," but add the words..." Hermione wrote, but her words trailed off. 

"Add what?" Y/N scribbled. 

"Think of two phrases, any phrases. Basically, I'm getting you to cast a spell on the scrapbook. The spell will make it shrink temporarily, into the size of a pendant, so you can put it on a necklace and take it places. You need a phrase to bring it back to normal size, for when you want to use it" Hermione explained. 

Y/N eyes watered. This was honestly so thoughtful - the book had been given to her by Hermione last Christmas. It was one of her most prized possessions. 

"Uh...well, the Marauders Map phrases are, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," and "Mischief Managed," Y/N observed. "Maybe I could do...like..."

Trailing her sentence off, Y/N was lost in thought. 

"Take your time," Hermione's print appeared and Y/N could hear the sly voice. 

"Shut up, Herms, before I burn this book," Y/N gave an empty threat, huge smile on her face. 

Hermione took a moment to write, but when she did, it was a little drawing of Y/N, Hermione and a broken heart. Beside it, she wrote, "Y/N Sterling is no longer my best friend." 

With a chuckle, Y/N added, beside the drawing, "Don't become an artist, please." 

At that, Hermione started writing in all capitals, rambling about how Y/N was really mean and how their friendship was done. 

"I've chosen two phrases," Y/N cut her scrawl across Hermione's neat print. She, in fact, did not have any idea. 

"Are you going to share with the class?" Hermione wrote. 

"No ♥ " 

"Okay, rude." 

"Also, I lied. I dunno what I'm doing," Y/N added. She was smiling wide, now, even though she knew Hermione couldn't see. "What'd you use for your phrases?" 

Hermione took a moment to answer. "Nothing...that's why I was asking you..." 

Y/N gave a long suffering sigh but smiled at the book nonetheless. "Okay - the phrase to make it small... is...um..." 

"You're doing great." 

"Shut the hell up." 

"Sorry!" 

"Ok, it'll be..."I am complete," because... like after talking to you, I'm complete!" Y/N wrote, meaning every single word of it. 

"I'm sobbing I love you Y/N," Hermione's writing hastily came into vision, the ink slightly bleeding into the fine grain of the parchment. 

Happy tears pricked Y/N's eyes. "I love you more, now, you can choose the phrase to make it normal again." 

There was no writing for a moment, so Y/N assumed that Hermione was thinking. Then, slowly, words materialized underneath Y/N's latest message. 

"What about..."I need you"?" Hermione asked. 

"I love it, Herms. But you forgot something," Y/N scrawled. 

"What'd I forget?" 

"We can't do magic outside of school," Y/N reminded her best friend. "It'll have to wait until we get back to Hogwarts." 

Again, there were no words. Then, suddenly, Hermione started writing in all capitals once more. Y/N chuckled as words were throw about, ending in some insults that she didn't think Hermione would ever use.

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Two hours later, after Y/N packed her Hogwarts trunk, Y/N and Remus set off on their short walk to the Diggory Abode. Y/N had decided to wear some simple summer clothing. Her tee-shirt, a Weird Sisters band shirt, hung loosely on her frame. It was slightly too large for her, since it was Remus' - she'd nicked it from his closet a year ago. 

"Hey, kid," Remus started, rather hesitantly. 

She hummed in acknowledgement.

"Would you..." Remus began. "Would you be up to...er...seeing your mother and father again?" 

At that, Y/N stopped in her tracks. She hadn't thought about her biological parents for a little while...but now, she felt guilt wash over her. Maybe she should think about them more often? 

But she'd never really known them. Y/N had Remus as a guardian and life was wonderful like that. 

She wouldn't admit it to herself, but she was scared. She was scared that when she met them, they'd hate her - they'd yell. They'd just wave her off. 

Sooner or later, though, Y/N would have to meet them and face it. 

"Y/N...?" Remus prompted, after she'd been silent for a couple minutes. 

"Oh, yeah," Y/N said, snapping out of her thoughts. "Yeah. Okay - I'll see them - soon...maybe Christmas holidays? I'll come home." 

At that, Remus gave a small smile, which quickly widened into a smirk. "Yeah, holidays sounds good...but I think you'll want to stay at Hogwarts this Christmas." 

He knew something she didn't. 

"Why?" Y/N narrowed her eyes suspiciously suspiciously as they neared the Diggory house. It was large, nestled just at the edge of a small forest. 

"No reason," he answered with a sly smile. 

Before Y/N could say anything, he strode to the door and knocked. She huffed, but put on a smile when Cedric pried the door open. 

"Hey Egghead, Uncle Rem!" Cedric greeted with a cheery smile. "Haven't seen you in quite a while." 

He'd called her Egghead ever since they tried to bake a cake together for Christmas, back when she was seven. Her abysmal baking skills had resulted in him cracking an egg on her head to shut her up - oh, she told on him. His mother had scolded him for fifteen minutes.

"Hey, Ced," Y/N said, entering the house and bringing him down into a hug. She ruffled his dark brown locks as he rolled his grey eyes. 

He was wearing jeans and a simple, grey tee-shirt, which was wrinkled from Y/N's aggressive greeting.

"Sorry about her," Remus said, taking his shoes off. "She's been on edge - she didn't shove any food in your face this Christmas."

Cedric chuckled, bringing them further into the entryway. It was quaint but grand, with a double staircase, mahogany floorboards and a Hufflepuff tapestry hung from a wall. Ceramic vases stood on countertops and squishy armchairs met when they turned into the living room. 

"So," Y/N said, plopping down. "You going to the Cup?" 

"Yeah," Cedric grinned. "I can't wait - been looking forward to it all year - you?" 

Y/N answered, "I am - with the Weasleys. This loser," she nudged Remus, "Isn't. Says he has too much work." 

"Unfortunate! We would've loved to see you, Remus!" the voice of Amos Diggory approached. Y/N jumped up to give him a hug. "Wonderful to see you both," he smiled. 

"And you," Remus returned, getting up for a handshake and pat on the back.

Amos Diggory was a rather short man, with a greying, grown out stubble. He had Cedric's eyes, icy grey, and dark blonde, almost brown hair.

"I've just put some cake in the oven - Rosetta and I were thinking we'd head down to the village. You know, just wander, maybe catch a bite of supper."

Rosetta Diggory, Cedric's mother, was one of Y/N's favorite people in the world. There was a motherly, but playful air about her. When Y/N had just started Hogwarts, Rosetta told Cedric to keep an eye on her. She also took Y/N shopping every once in a while. 

Her kind features had always been comforting to Y/N. She had honey-colored eyes and dark brown hair, like Cedric.

It was a shock when Y/N discovered that Rosetta's maiden name was Collins - she was Elijah's aunt. They looked similar enough, something about the glint in their eye and their curve of their smirks.

"Sounds great, Amos," Remus smiled warmly.  

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It was about five-thirty in the afternoon when the group arrived in the village. The streets of Ottery St. Catchpole were lively, with people bustling about. The rooftop shingles were an array of browns, to blacks, to whites. In the middle of the square cobblestone stood a huge brass statue of Saint Catchpole, holding a torch. 

Just off to the side, a crowd was formed in a circle. Footsteps pattered on the cobblestone path as performers twirled with enthusiasm, pulling onlookers into their dance.

"Ced, you should join them," Y/N joked, nudging Cedric. 

"You're hilarious," Cedric said. "How about you go join - I'd love to see you make a fool of yourself. It'd give me a right laugh." 

"Dad, Ced's being a git again," Y/N called to Remus. He ignored her, which brought a chuckle from Cedric. She should've told Rosetta instead, she'd deal with the boy.

Remus, Amos and Rosetta were walking somewhat in front of Y/N and Cedric. Unlike the children, they were holding civil conversation...mostly. Since everyone had known each other for years (When Remus received custody of Y/N and moved here), they could tease one another easily. 

Y/N and Cedric were just plainly shoving each other like children - she always used his older age as leverage against him. "You can't shove me, you're older!" 

"Only by three years," he'd argue. 

"You're in about to be in sixth year, I'm about to be in fourth year. That's two years, you dumbarse." 

"But my birthday falls after the school year starts, so-" 

"Shut up." 

The sun approached the horizon while they continued to wander. Eventually, they came to a quant little bookstore. It was so incredibly old, with bricks out of place and paint peeling. There wasn't even a sign to indicate that it held books. 

Immediately, Cedric grabbed Y/N by the arm and dragged her alongside him. 

"Never pegged you to like reading," Y/N teased, hearing the quiet tinkling of a bell. It was tune that seemed very familar...it reminded her of Hedwig, in a way - thought she didn't know why.

"Shut up, we're going to the History section!" Cedric proclaimed excitedly. He found the shopkeeper, who gave them a warm smile. "Do you guys have a History section?" 

"Ced," Y/N whispered in his ear. "You're being daft - I know you want Wizard history, this is a muggle store!" 

Before Cedric could answer, the shop keeping lady, who had greying hairs at her temples and a shawl over her head, said, "Of course we have a History section," as though the question was absurd. 

There was a twinkle in her eyes when she continued, "The real question is, Muggle History? Or Wizard History?' 

Collectively, both Y/N's and Cedric's jaws dropped. "Excuse me?" Y/N asked, thinking, possibly, that she'd misheard. 

"I'll assume Wizard History," the woman said. She took a key off her necklace and led them to the back of the store. 

Trailing her finger along a row books, the shopkeeper left the two children in anticipation. Finally, she stopped at a book called, Magic - Fact or Fable? with the title printed in gold foil.

She beckoned them closer. Y/N peered curiously at the book, noticing there was a key-shaped hole in the spine, just over the the title of the book.

"Egghead, this is insane - what if we're getting kidnapped?" Cedric said lowly, but he didn't sound worried. 

"I'd be fine with that, as long as they separate us," Y/N answered jokingly, still staring in awe.

The woman was about to insert the key, but suddenly turned to Y/N and Cedric. "Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. Arabella Figg - resident of Wisteria Street...Little Whinging, Surrey." 

Y/N knit her brows. Little Whinging was where Harry lived...and before she could stop herself, Y/N blurted, "Do you know Harry Potter?" 

Missus Figg didn't answer, only giving a cheeky smile and turning away to hide her face, leaving them staring at her yellow shawl. "It's my week off, Dumbledore still pays me, though." 

And she didn't elaborate. 

Twisting the key inside the book, a door was opened - Y/N and Cedric audibly gasped. Revealed was an expansive, circular room with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, laden with encyclopedias, fiction - Wizarding books.

The room was warmly lit by various lamps and candles, a chandelier topping off the two-story high ceiling. Parchment was neatly filed in folders, seen in slightly-open drawers. 

Y/N and Cedric rushed into the room. 

"Blimey!" said Cedric. "This is bloody brilliant!" 

"Magnificent," Y/N mumbled, turning in a circle. "Absolutely...Ced - look!" she said excitedly, hurrying over to the Defense Against the Dark Arts section.

"No, you come here!" Cedric said, eyes scanning the History books. 

"No - look what I've found, it sounds cool," Y/N said.

Delicately, she picked a book, Your Own Hostiles, off of a shelf. When she tried to open it, she found the spine was rather stiff, so she flipped the pages quickly with her thumb. She caught a glance of...names. Names she knew. 

There were words listed beside every name, but the book snapped shut before she could read them.

In fact, when she opened the book fully, the first page read, in a pretty scrawl: Eyes of One may view this text at once - Beware, keep watch for those you think to be kind. 

There was an intake of breath from the doorway - the book was snatched out of Y/N's hands by Arabella Figg. "Dear...let's put that one away," she warned. 

Missus Figg tucked the book under her arm, left the room and returned a minute later, without the book.

Eyes of One may view this text at once... what could that mean? Was it the sort of book to change and shift for each reader? 

Lost in thought, Y/N barely registered when Cedric grabbed her but the shoulders and piled books into her arms. After he'd plopped at least seven, she finally said something. 

"You can't buy all of this," Y/N sighed in exasperation. 

"Get me a discount!" Cedric whined, already picking up another novel. "Missus Figg knows your boyfriend, that deserves some perks!" 

Y/N went red and almost dropped the books she was holding. "Harry is not my boyfriend!" she said hotly. 

"I never mentioned a name," Cedric teased. 

"You're a git." 

They exited the hidden library - entering back into the dusty, old bookstore. Somehow, the door closed out of it's own accord. Walking to the front desk, Y/N had a million questions to ask Missus Fig. 

But she wasn't there. 

In fact, the whole shop was deserted. 

"Where'd she go?" Cedric muttered. 

"Dunno..." Y/N trailed off, walking through the aisles of shelves. When she got to the front window, she noticed the Open sign had been flipped to Closed. 

Cedric followed closely behind her - then he yelped.

Slowly, the books piled in Y/N's arms began to dematerialize. Slowly, the particles lifted, turned to gold, and dispersed through the store. 

Y/N, completely bewildered, "CED DID YOU SEE THAT?!" 

"No, I didn't," he grunted. "I've lost vision in my eyes-" 

"Come with me-" she said, pulling him by the arm to the back of the store. Her eyes hurriedly scanned the shelves. There was a gap where Magic - Fact or Fable? had previously been. 

"Y/N..." Cedric whispered. 

"Cedric..." Y/N answered. "What the actual fuck is happening?" 

Her mind was absolutely reeling - of course, it was magic, but...how? Nobody was there...Missus Figg disappeared - sure, she could've disapparated, but how did that explain the disappearing books?

"Cedric, Y/N?" the voice of Rosette Diggory called in the street. "Where did you two go?' 

"Y/N I swear to Merlin if you don't come out I'll hex you into next week!" Remus added. 

She and Cedric traded glances, trying to brush off what they just witnessed, then sprinted out of the shop yelling playfully, "Race you there!"

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Bellies full of delicious food from a popular diner in the village, along with the chocolate cake the Diggory's made, Y/N and Cedric were laying on the living room floor, in a food-coma. 

"Aunt Ettie - Uncle Mossy," Y/N called. Those were the nicknames she gave them at the ripe age of four. 

You know, at her peak of intelligence, obviously.

Yes, her young brain could have been more...for lack of a better word, practical. She could've named them Auntie Rosie and Uncle Amy...

But "Ettie" was short for the "Ette" in Rosette. "Mossy" was a complicated version of the "Mos" in "Amos." 

"Yes, dear?" Amos called from the dining room. 

"Ignore her, please," Remus pleaded teasingly. "We don't need to hear her voice."

Cedric snickered and Y/N hit him. "Do you guys know an Arabella Figg?" she asked. Cedric stilled, as though him halting his movement would improve his hearing. 

He removed his arms from behind his head, where he previously lay, and sat up, propping himself on his elbows.

The adults were silent for a moment. 

Cedric said, "Did you guys even hear-" 

"Why do you ask, Y/N?" Remus said. She could hear the tenseness of his voice. Cedric sent Y/N a sideways glance - so she simply shrugged. 

"Heard her name at Hogwarts one time," Y/N lied easily. 

When Cedric gave her an alarmed look, she shook her head and whispered, "They'll yell at us for following someone into a hidden library." 

"Fair," Cedric said, nodding. 

Hearing low murmurs from the dining room, Y/N raised a brow at Cedric. "Never you mind, Y/N," Remus said gruffly. 

"Fine," Y/N huffed back. She knew Remus wasn't really mad at her, though. 

She'd get it out of him eventually. 

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After a sleepover at the Diggorys, during which Y/N and Cedric got the adults involved. It was Cedric and Y/N verses Remus, Rosetta and Amos. 

The adults technically won, but Y/N believed that they cheated. 

Now, she was getting prepared for the Burrow. But first, Y/N had to write a very important letter to Harry. 

Plopping down at her desk, she took some scrap parchment and began to scribble.

"Dear Harry,

I know Ron invited you to the World Cup - I'm heading over to the Burrow Today. Ron said that you'd be there in two days...if your aunt and uncle said yes. 

Tell your guardians that if they don't let you come, I will tear them apart :) 

I hope you liked the cakes I sent you - its absurd that YOU have to diet because Dudley is a fatarse. 

Anyway, I really miss you and I hope I see you soon. 

Love,

Y/N ♥" 

Smiling, she waited for the ink to dry and then rolled the parchment up. She tied it with a red ribbon, then handed it to Bandit, who was waiting on her windowsill. The owl gave a soft hoot, nuzzling her hand.

"To Harry-" she began, but the owl clicked his beak impatiently. Y/N rolled her eyes - he already knew who to bring it to. "Fine," she grumbled. "I'll be at Ron's when you get back." 

Bandit flapped his wings once, twice, then flew off into the afternoon. 

"DAD!" Y/N called, thundering down the stairs into their living room, dragging her trunk behind her. 

"WHAT?!" he yelled from the kitchen, rushing to meet her, the tea in his mug almost spilling. He stopped when he saw there was no trouble. 

"It's time for Floo!" said Y/N brightly. 

He rolled his eyes playfully and placed his mug on an oak side table, rolling up the sleeves of his beige cardigan. Y/N's eyes trailed down the various scars on his arms, frowning a little - but Remus was comfortable enough to show them around her. 

With a chuckle, Remus flicked some floo powder from the mantle on her nose. She huffed and rubbed it away. 

"Okay - bye, dad!" she said, giving him a parting hug. He squeezed her tight. Y/N grabbed a fistful of Floo powder and stepped into the fireplace. 

"Bye, kid," he said. 

"The Burrow!" Y/N exclaimed, throwing the powder down. Green flames licked her sides as the world began to spin and whirr. In five seconds, Y/N opened her eyes and was met by the cluttered kitchen of the Burrow. 

She looked around at the familiar house. The long table was rickety, as though it were about to fall - it wouldn't, since it was held up my magic. Dirty plates and cutlery were stacked messily in the sink, with spatulas and other cooking utensils scattered on counters. 

The back door was slightly ajar, with various pieces of footwear lined up near it. A coatrack stood, a fair few jackets and jumpers hung on it's hooks.

There was a large, open window above the sink. Every time Y/N stayed over, Errol would fly though...or try to, at least. 

The smell of oak and cinnamon flooded Y/N's nose and she welcomed the familiar scent. 

"Y/N!" 

Suddenly, she engulfed in two pairs of arms.

Turning around, Y/N brightened. "GIN! HERMS!" she yelled, hugging the girls. "Haven't seen you in forever," she grinned. 

Ginny gave a mocking grin back, "Haven't seen you in ages, dear friend!" she said, like an old man, and slung her arm around Y/N's shoulders.

Hermione took the other side, "We've got so much catching up to do - how're the kids?" she joked. 

"Oh yeah, amazing - Ruby broke her arm recently, though," Y/N said, making up a random name. 

"And where's the husband?" Ginny asked. 

"Going to be here in two days," Hermione said slyly, nudging Y/N. "The Famous Harry Potter-" 

"Shut up, Herms," Y/N groaned, but flushed a little bit. Husband didn't sound too bad...

Trunk abandoned near the fireplace, Ginny dragged her through the house, calling "RON! FRED - GEORGE! Get DOWN HERE!" 

"Merlin, you prat!" Ron yelled back from somewhere in the house, unknown to Y/N. His voice seemed to be coming down a long tunnel. "UNLESS SOMEONE IS DYING I DO NOT CARE!" 

Y/N laughed, then looked at Ginny and Hermione. They sprinted up the rickety, zigzagging, extremely long staircase - yes, the Burrow almost had too many floors to count - and made their way to Ron's room. Bursting through the door, Y/N shouted, "RONNIEKINS!" 

She ran to him and put him in a headlock just as Fred and George came in. "We thought we heard girlish squealing - oh, that was Ron," Fred grinned. 

Hermione chuckled, "When is it not?" 

"Troublemaker," George spat at Y/N, but he was smiling. 

"Dickhead," she shot back. "Where's everyone else?" she asked, releasing Ron from the headlock. 

"Bill and Charlie are coming tomorrow," Ron said. "Harry's coming in two days, which I'm sure you're particularly excited about-"

"Shove off and answer the question," Y/N muttered. 

"Mum's in the garden, Dad's at work," Ron continued. "And I don't care where Percy is." 

Everyone snorted, then got comfortable in Ron's room, whether it be on the bed or on the floor. There wasn't much room, but it made it cozier. Y/N, Hermione and Ginny were on the bed, Ron sat on his desk chair, leaving the floor to Fred and George. 

Fred and George were fiddling with from papers in their lap, Y/N, curious, said, "What're those?" 

Hermione, Ginny and Ron groaned. Obviously, they'd heard enough of whatever the twins were about to say.

Fred and George grinned. "Product forms," they said proudly. "We've been making some new developments, sis," George added. 

Y/N raised a brow, "And these are...?" 

"Like - joke products, candies, those kinds of things," Fred said, leaning back against the wall and shuffling through the papers some more. "Want to join our business? We wanted to ask you in person." 

"No thanks," Y/n said. Sure, she loved hanging out with them, playing pranks and making mischief, but..."I care about my grades, too." 

"Okay, ouch," George muttered while everyone else snickered. 

"Mum's gonna go berserk if she sees those," Ginny warned, pointing to the forms. "She's already on edge because they exploded something in the living room." 

Hermione gave a grave look, "Just...lay off it, for a bit?" 

Y/N shrugged, "Do whatever you want - just don't get caught, because I'm not helping you out of that," she said. "Your mum loves me and it's staying that way." 

With matching scowls, Fred and George said, "Glad you have our backs." 

"You're welcome!" Y/N grinned.

Out of nowhere, while they were discussing the odds on each team competing, Ron asked, "D'ya think the Malfoys are going to the World Cup?" 

"Yeah," Hermione answered, almost immediately. "Probably with some special escort, or something," she huffed. 

"Nothing special about them," George said. "Just there to boast - bet they got tickets from Fudge himself." 

The Malfoys had always held a special place in her heart - you know, that barren area that's full of hate. "We have Top Box seats, right?" she asked. When Ron nodded, she continued, "I swear to Godric, if they sit near us..." 

Ron gave an annoyed look as well. "Malfoy says one wrong word, his hair'll be dyed red by his own blood." 

"I second that," said Ginny. 

Hermione looked away, "He'll probably call me a slur, or something. Mudblood," she scowled. 

Fred shook his head, "He wouldn't - not if Fudge was there, of course, he could whisper," he reasoned. 

"It's not like his parents would stop him," Ron said angrily. "They don't care what he does - they'd support it. Call us bloodtraitors all the time...fucking purebloods." 

"Marrying each other," Ginny stuck out her tongue in disgust. "Its so yucky."

Rolling her eyes, Y/N scoffed. "If he was any more inbred, he'd be a sandwich," she said in a low tone. 

Everyone chuckled, then they heard a shout from downstairs.

"YOU LOT!" the voice of Missus Weasley rang through the house. "I KNOW Y/N'S HERE - I SEE HER TRUNK. GET DOWN HERE, PLEASE, AND HELP WITH LUNCH!" 

Though the others groaned at having to get up, Y/N bounded out of the room and down all the stairs. 

"Hiya, Missus Weasley!" 

"Call me Molly, dear," the woman answered. "I've told you so many times!" 

Molly Weasley was a stout, plump sort of woman. She had the same fiery hair as the rest of her family and a fiery temper to match - well, only when she was pissed off. Warm brown eyes looked at Y/N, then Y/N tackled her in a hug. 

"Get the rest of them down here, will you, dear?" Molly asked, releasing her. "It's lunch." 

"'Course, Missus Weasley - er, Molly," Y/N said brightly. With a devilish grin, she ran back up the stairs.

The rest of their day was a little chaotic, but when was it not? The whole time, Y/N wondered about the odd interaction she and Cedric had with Arabella Figg...she'd ask Harry about the woman when he arrived.

Speaking of Harry, she missed him. It'd been almost two months since she last saw him. It was August fifteenth, three days until the Quidditch cup and eleven days until Y/N's birthday - August twenty sixth. 

For her birthday, Missus Weasley would invite Remus over and they'd have a huge party - that's what Ron told Y/N, after being instructed not to tell Y/N. 

Still, she missed how Harry would touch her whenever he could. Nothing intimate, but a hand around her waist, legs in her lap or vice versa...

The way he hummed when Y/N's hand played with his dark hair, his lips curving into a content smile. The way Harry was basically all over her - it sent butterflies to her stomach, blood rushing to her face....but doubts to her brain. Was he leading her on? Did he want to be more than friends? 

Nevertheless, Y/N Sterling missed Harry Potter.

She'd see him soon, though. She wouldn't have to miss him long. 

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hi guys!! first chapter of fourth year done! we'll reunite w harry next chapterrrr 😋

go back to the chapter, "!goblet of fire!" to vote for what dress you want for the yule ball !! 

also, that chapter contains the faceclaim/casting for rosette diggory - in the books, cedric's mom never has a name...so...i named her and gave her an identity 🥰

ngl i don't got much to say today - i think i updated this relatively quickly ❓

anywayyss, ily guys! ❤️

as always, comment, vote n point out any mistakes because this chapter is unedited! 

catch u on the flip side (don't say that!) 🔱🌊

- dizzy