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Y/N's P.O.V. 

Harry and Y/N whispered about the whole...incident. It wasn't Hermione's wand that had illuminated the forest for the second time. It was Y/N's eyes. 

Neither her nor Harry had a clue as to what it meant. Her eyes glowed white. They didn't have much time to discuss it before they dozed off in each other's arms, having been exhausted from the events of the day.

Falling into slumber at around three in the morning, they were awoken after only a few hours of sleep. Mister Weasley used magic to pack up the tents while they scrambled to collect their possessions. 

Y/N tried to return Harry's hoodie, Harry refused - "The morning air is cold." 

Holding hands with Hermione and Ginny, on their way to the edge of campsite, Y/N tried to decipher what everything meant. How could her eyes glow? That wasn't humanly possible. Why did the ground thrum? Why did it happen when she was happy? 

Why? Why? Why? 

"Merry Christmas" Mister Roberts said brightly, slightly dazed as they exited the campsite. 

After the attack, some Ministry Officials had to wipe his memory - since they had to get rid of so many traumatic memories, he would be a little bit loopy for a while. 

"I'm sorry, Mister Roberts," Y/N muttered to the man as they passed. He looked puzzled, but she pushed past, mind still occupied.

She was barely paying attention when they were handed their Portkey, almost forgetting to put her thumb to the object, until Fred heaved her hand over the broken tire. 

Feeling a whirr, a spin, and a tug at her naval, Y/N found herself back on Stoatstead Hill. 

Cedric had met up with her in the morning, worried out of his mind. His father told him what happened, with the Dark Mark, and he was fussing over Y/N for at least thirty minutes. She attempted to shove him off, but he refused. He'd known her since he was five, her being two. He was like an older brother. 

He wasn't taking this Portkey back, since Amos had to deal with some official things. Y/N promised to letter Aunt Ettie to tell her everything was alright. 

Hermione grabbed Y/N's hand in comfort. The walk back to the Burrow was almost silent, save for Fred and George cracking a few jokes here and there. 

The moment the group set foot over the threshold into the kitchen, Missus Weasley yelled, "Oh thank goodness, thank goodness!" 

She was clutching a copy of the Daily Prophet tightly in her hands, still in her nightgown, rollers in her hair.

The woman huddled the children into a huge hug, then flung her arms around her husband. "I was so worried, so worried!" 

The newspapers fell from her hands and onto the floor with a soft thump! 

Looking down, Y/N saw the headline: SCENES OF TERROR AT THE QUIDDITCH WORLD CUP, complete with a black-and-white, animated photo of the Dark Mark twinkling beside the stars, almost overshadowing the blinding, full moon. 

Missus Weasley fussed over the lot of them, especially Fred and George - she felt terrible about shouting at them before the Cup. 

Mister Weasley read the newspaper, muttering to himself. The author of one of the posts, Rita Skeeter, had made some comments and remarks to the public that he had to resolve. 

"Arthur, you're on holiday! This had nothing to do with your department, can't you let someone else take care of it?" said his wife. 

"No, no, Molly," he sighed. "I've got to handle this." 

And he apparated away. 

From beside Y/N, Harry asked, "Er..Missus Weasley, did Hedwig come with a letter for me?" 

When the woman shook her head and busied herself in the kitchen, Y/N, Ron and Hermione looked at Harry with curiosity. "Why would she have a letter for you?" Y/N whispered to the boy. 

He didn't answer. Instead, with deliberation, Harry said, "Mind if I dump my stuff in your room, Ron?" 

Taking the hint, Ron said, "Yeah...I think I will, too. Hermione, Y/N? You coming?" 

Silently, they walked through the house and up the zigzagging stairs, careful not to say anything suspicious until the door to Ron's horridly orange room clicked shut. 

The beds from before the Cup were still situated. Harry and Ron sat on Ron's bed, while Y/N and Hermione sat on one of the spare beds. It happened to be Harry's bed, where he'd dumped all his stuff. A sweater caught her eye - she'd nick it later.

"There's something I haven't told you," said Harry in a low voice. "On Saturday morning, before coming here, I woke up with my scar hurting again." 

Hermione gasped and started making suggestions at once: Tell Dumbledore, Madam Pomfrey, a bunch of book references, go to the hospital wing - oh! She'd check the library. 

Y/N frowned, "Your scar only hurts when Voldemort is near-" 

"Don't say his name!" Ron hissed.

"-Like it did in first year, with Quirrel. He can't've been at Privet Drive, could he?" Y/N continued, ignoring him. 

"He wasn't at Privet Drive," Harry reassured quickly. "I had a dream, with him, and Peter - Wormtail - and this other guy...they were planning to kill..someone." 

It clicked in Y/N's brain - his hesitation in the word was enough. "They were planning to kill you," she said. "Am I right?" 

Harry looked into her eyes, and Y/N knew he was considering lying. She hardened her gaze and he hung his head in a nod. Hermione's eyes widened. 

"It was only a dream," Ron said bracingly. "Just a nightmare." 

"Yeah, but was it, though?" Harry asked, emerald eyes back on Y/N. "It's weird, isn't it? My scar hurts, then, three days later..." 

"Death Eaters show up at the World Cup," said Y/N. Could it be connected? Could things actually be going downhill?

"And Voldemort's mark is in the sky," Harry finished. 

Ron gave an eyerolls and said through gritted teeth, "Don't - say - his - name!" 

There was an awkward silence in the room. Ron played with the fraying edges of his orange bedspread, while Hermione and Y/N had their brows furrowed. Y/N was now completely sure that this upcoming year at Hogwarts would not be peaceful.

"Why'd you ask if Hedwig had a letter?" Hermione asked. 

Y/N could see her fingers twitching towards all the unfolded sweaters and trousers on the bed. A couple seconds without an answer, and Hermione picked up a pair of jeans and hastily began folding them. 

Y/N chuckled, and Harry said, "Well...I'd written to Sirius," he shrugged. "About my scar - I was hoping he'd answer." 

Ron's expression cleared, "Well, that's good! Sirius'll know what to do!"

"Let's just hope he gets back to you quickly," Y/N said gravely. 

With a small frown, Hermione reasoned, "But...we don't know where he is - he could be in Africa, or something. Even Hedwig can't manage that journey in a few days." 

Suddenly, Ron hopped up from the bed, startling Hermione and causing her to jump. He chuckled weakly when she glared at him playfully. "Come on, Harry! Let's go play Quidditch in the orchard. You too, Y/N," Ron grinned. 

"Ron," Hermione sighed in a I-don't-think-you're-being-very-sensitive sort of tone. "I think the last thing Harry needs right now is Quidditch-" 

"Yeah," Harry said absently. "Yeah, er, lemme get my Firebolt." He rummaged through his things and pulled out the sleek broom. "You coming, Y/N?" Harry asked hopefully, giving her a grin. 

Shaking her head, Y/N returned his smile, "Nah, sorry, Potter," she said. 

She didn't have the mental capacity for that right now, not with everything that had happened recently. Y/N had to go letter Remus and tell him about the whole...glowing eyes, since the Weasley's already lettered about the Dark Mark.

Harry gasped loudly and put a hand to his heart as Y/N intertwined fingers with Hermione. Her bushy-haired friend laughed lightly. "Trouble is mine, Potter," Hermione said triumphantly. "Nothing you can do." 

Y/N laughed, leaning her head on Hermione's shoulder. Harry whined, "Come on, Y/N!" 

"You wish you were me, huh?" Hermione smirked at the boy. "Too bad." 

Both Harry and Y/N blushed. Even Ron gave up his brotherly tendencies and laughed at his best friends.

"Herms, you're flustering the poor boy," Y/N muttered just loud enough for everyone to hear as Ron and Harry exited the room. 

"No, you're not!" Harry squeaked from past the door, voice very high. 

The two girls burst into laughter, ready for a long gossip session and trading of summer stories. "Boys," they both mumbled, fake grumpily, grinning.

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"Y/N!" 

"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!" 

"Shut the bloody hell up before I hex you into next week," Y/N mumbled, half threatening, half affectionate - clutching her pillow, eyes shut. Her bed was just so comfortable. "Or I'll get angry and blind you with my weird headlight eyes."

"Guess what day it iiisssss," Hermione cooed. 

Grumbling, the h/c girl said, "It should be night." 

"ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY!" Ginny's voice exclaimed.

Did she have to be so insufferably loud so early in the morning? Ginny wasn't even saying anything comprehensible or important. There was a couple beats of silence and Y/N let her mind blank before she drifted back to sleep.

"Oh, for Godric's sake!" Hermione exclaimed. The sheets were ripped off of Y/N and the girl gave a loud groan, rubbed her eyes, and sat up. 

Y/N blinked once, twice and then realized. It was August twenty-sixth, her birthday. The Weasleys were throwing a surprise party for her and inviting Remus. She wasn't supposed to know that, though. 

Thanks, Ron! 

"I guess it is my birthday," Y/N said nonchalantly. "Hm!" 

Then, her eyes flickered over to Ginny's sleek, black alarm clock which displayed the time. It read..."IT IS SEVEN IN THE MOTHER FUCKING MORNING!" Y/N shouted at her friends, fuming.

The other two girls, Hermione and Ginny, rolled their eyes and tried to hide their grins. "Go brush your teeth, then get your arse back out here," Ginny said, shoving a pile of clothes into Y/N's hand and dragging Y/N down out of the door, into the bathroom. 

Going through her normal routine, Y/N exited the bathroom ten minutes later. She was fully fresh, ready for the day. Y/N wore jeans, a slightly darker wash this time, a black band-tee with the band name, Silver Spell, lettered in light blue with stars scattered everywhere. She threw a navy-zip up hoodie on top of that.

 She didn't pack any of her jewelry, so her neck and ears were bare, but both her bracelets hung around her wrist

"Who picked these clothes out?" Y/N asked, entering the room again. "The sweater smells awfully familiar..."

It smelt like pine and treacle tart, a scent that Y/N found herself growing more fond of every single day.

Hermione snickered. "Harry did," she said. "In fact, that's his sweater." 

Oh. 

Well, that woke Y/N up. One-hundred percent awake, now. One-hundred percent awake and completely red.

"And...what is the story behind this?" she inquired, hoping they wouldn't make fun of her, knowing they would. 

Ginny cackled, Hermione laughed. Y/N stood there, tapping her foot, waiting for them to stop. When their fit finally subsided, Ginny said, "I woke Ron up, right? And he was all grumpy, but Harry knew it was your birthday!" 

Nodding slowly, Y/N indicated for her to continue. 

"And he shoved that sweater," Ginny nodded to what Y/N was wearing, "Into my hands - told me that was only his first gift." 

"Then I came in," Hermione said. "And he told us to wake you up - now," she clapped her hands. "Let's go downstairs." 

Before Y/N could say anything, they grabbed her by the arms and hauled her from Ginny's room. What other gifts could Harry possibly have for her? 

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"Good morning, Y/N, dear!" Missus Weasley greeted Y/N brightly at the foot of the stairs. The woman pulled her into a bone-crushing bear hug. "Happy birthday! I'm making a special breakfast for you lot!" 

Y/N, excited at the mention of food, tried to peer into the kitchen. Missus Weasley tutted playfully with a smile, "It's a surprise! You can't see yet! The boys are in the backyard, I dunno what they're doing," she rolled her eyes, "How about you three go join them?" 

"Thank you, Missus..er...Molly!" Y/N said, giving the woman another quick hug. 

The girls raced to the back door and heaved it open. Ginny's baggy tee got stuck on the handle and they struggled to get it untangled for at least three minutes. 

"Why did that take us so long?" Hermione whined, finally done. "It literally just got stuck, it wasn't even twisted or anything." 

"If someone," Y/N glared at Ginny playfully, "Wasn't squirming, it would've been done faster." 

They walked through the slightly weeded garden, down the dirt trail that led to Missus Weasley's flower patch, fruit grove and a small opening in the brown picket fence. The trail continued, getting patchier and patchier as they wandered past the orchard and into a small forest, in the middle of which was a clearing. 

"C'mon," said Ginny. Y/N didn't notice her sly smile. "Mum only lets us in this clearing because she doesn't like us in her garden." 

The trees overhead were a lovely shade of green, giving just enough shade, but still letting sunlight into the clearing. Y/N's eyes fell on four boys, three redheads, and her favorite scarface. 

Fred and George ran over to Y/N and lifted her off of her feet, hauling her to sit on their shoulders, one leg on each twin. 

"Make way for the birthday witch!" Fred announced as Ginny and Hermione trailed behind. 

"One wrong move and she'll blind you with her headlight-ass eyes!" George added. 

Of course, Y/N and Harry had told them what happened. She couldn't hide much from her idiots. "Oh, shut up," she muttered, fighting a massive smile. They readjusted her, making her almost fall, causing Hermione and Ginny to laugh. 

"Elijah couldn't make it," Fred said. "Something came up."

They set her down 'gently' on the grass, fighting laughs as she glared up at them, rubbing her hip where she hit it. "Great, now I'm going to bruise." 

"I'm sure Harry can kiss it better," George mocked. 

Before Y/N could stick out a foot and sweep his legs out from under him, he ran away, shrieking for Fred to help. 

She felt a hand in her hair and Ron ruffled it. Then, he stood in front of her, pulling her upright and into a hug. "Happy birthday, dumbass," he said with a grin. Y/N rolled her eyes, but thanked him nonetheless. 

The twins, Ron, Hermione and Ginny backed away, playing a game of hackysack with an apple at the edge of the trees when Harry came up to Y/N. 

"Mornin', birthday girl," Harry wished, his voice still slightly raspy from the morning, pulling Y/N into a hug, hands on her waist. Butterflies erupted in Y/N's stomach - she could play them off for hunger. 

"G'morning," Y/N mumbled into his shoulder, arms around his neck. 

When they released each other, she tugged on the sleeve of the navy sweater, "This is mine now," she declared. 

Harry laughed, "Nah, I'll take it back eventually." When Y/N frowned, he continued with a grin, "To put my cologne on it, then I'll return it to it's rightful owner." 

Y/N gave a breathy scoff, but turned red at the thought of it. 

Evidently, Harry noticed. "You'd like that, wouldn't you, Y/N?" he smirked, stepping a little closer to her. "You want it to smell like me." 

To avoid answering, and to avoid Harry seeing her flushed face, Y/N turned sharply and quite literally ran away. She joined the hackysack game just as Ron threw the apple to Hermione. "Hey guys!" she said in a pitch that was not her own. 

"Hi..." Ginny said slowly, looking between Y/N and something in the distance. 

Harry appeared at Y/N's shoulder, acting nonchalant, slinging an arm around her. "Why don't we show our birthday girl," he nudged Y/N, "Why we're here in the first place?" 

Hermione grinned, "Yeah, give me a moment," she said. The others nodded, smiling, and Hermione ran back up the path to the Burrow. 

"Are you going to tell me?" Y/N asked, turning to Ron. 

He didn't answer, but pulled a piece of black cloth from his pocket. Harry held Y/N with firm hands on her waist while Ron, all while side-eyeing Harry and watching his hands closely, secured the cloth around Y/N's eyes, obscuring her vision. 

"Just stay like that for a sec', 'kay?" Harry told her. 

Y/N nodded, mumbling an "Okay," and going still. Harry's hands left her waist and she didn't know where anyone was - she could barely hear the leaves rustle in the wind.

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"SURPRISE!" 

The blindfold wrapped around Y/N's eyes was untied and dropped to the floor by George. In front of her, on the grass, sat a red-and-white checkered picnic blanket and a large, woven basket. 

Y/N gaped, "What's that?" she asked, fully aware, but confirming. 

"A volcano," Harry said sassily. "What else?" 

Taking a step forward and circling the picnic blanket, she looked back at the group of smiling faces, giving them a grin. "Thank you guys so much! Did Missus Weasley make it?" 

Everyone took a seat on the large mat, sprawled out comfortably in the heat of the sun. Y/N slipped her sweater off and tied it around her waist.

Hermione slowly began to take everything out from the basket and laid it out in front of them all. 

"Damn," said Harry, raising a brow. "Perfect serving size for Dudley."

Y/N's eyes widened from shock value, she let out a small laugh, "That was way below the belt, Potter," she said. 

"A belt that wouldn't fit me," Harry muttered loud enough for everyone to hear. 

The group laughed and Y/N took the moment to observe - laid out before them was a huge, diverse breakfast. Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, oatmeal...for those who enjoyed the bland taste, fruits, toast, butter, you name it. 

"Are you lot enjoying?" said a very familiar voice from the opening in the clearing. 

Everyone whipped around and when Y/N's eyes fell on a man in a Weird Sisters shirt, the same one she loved to steal. Scars littered his arms, but he didn't seem to care - or, he didn't show it.

 Y/N's face split into a huge grin. "Dad!" she yelled, getting up and jumping into Remus' arms. 

"Kid!" he chuckled, hugging back. When they pulled away, his chocolate scent lingered in the air. When they walked to the picnic mat, Remus said, "Molly and Arthur graciously invited me to my own daughters party - but why aren't you more surprised to see me?" 

"Uh..." Y/N said, eyes trailing to Ron, whose ears turned red.

Again, Remus chuckled and sat down next to Y/N, greeting everyone. "The others will be here in a bit, Molly and Arthur are just waiting for Bill, Percy and Charlie to get back." 

"From where?" Ginny asked. 

Remus didn't answer, but gave a sly smile. Just then, another voice came from the entrance. "Hey, Egghead!" 

It was Cedric. Y/N didn't bother getting up this time, letting the boy come to her. He wrapped her in a hug from behind and she laughed. "Hi, Ced," she said. 

Ron, Fred, George and Harry glared at him. Y/N shot them all looks and they calmed down a little bit. "Hi," Harry said stiffly. 

At least he's trying, Y/N thought. 

"Hi, Harry," Cedric grinned. "The Weasley's invited my parents, but dad had Ministry stuff and mum's recovering from Auror duties - nasty jinx," he explained. Cedric looked to Y/N, "I couldn't miss my sister's birthday, though! Dad felt bad about the comment he made about Harry, so he let me come," he grinned. 

Y/N grinned back, watching as everyone (The twins, Ron, Harry) visibly relaxed. So much so, Harry immediately brightened and patted the spot beside him and said, "Pull up some grass, Diggory!" 

Cedric and the other's laughed as he sat down. He presented a small gift box, wrapped in red ribbon, to Y/N. There was a small note on top that said, 

"Happy Birthday, Egghead, 

I know I'll be around to see many more, but this one feels special, 

I'll pie you in the face this Christmas, or next Christmas, mark my words, 

- Ced" 

Tearing up, Y/N crawled halfway across the mat and wrapped him in a headlock-hug. Cedric chuckled, it being a regular occurrence, then urged her to open the gift. 

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, but opened it nonetheless. After carefully undoing the ribbon, she gingerly lifted the lid off, coming face to face with yet another bracelet. 

"What is with all these bracelets?" Y/N wondered aloud. 

Cedric gave her a wounded look, "I can...er...I can return it and get something els-" 

"Shut the bloody fuck up," Y/N demanded, ignoring Remus' scoff. "I love it so much I'm going to wear it every single day. See?" she asked, slipping it onto her wrist that was void of jewelry, "Never coming off." 

Taking a closer look, she saw that the bracelet was thin, and also silver. At least all her jewelry would match, now. The "pendant," or "main piece," was a small shield with medieval detailing. 

"'Cause, y'know," Cedric mumbled. "When we were, like, five... we promised to always protect each other..." 

Everyone in the clearing "aweed," while Y/N hugged Cedric again, burying her face in his shoulder to hide the small trickle of tears coming from her eyes. How could a person be so considerate? 

When Y/n pulled away, she looked around at everyone else and said, "Right then, where're the gifts?" in a joking tone, just trying to diffuse the tension. 

"Be a little patient, at least," Remus teased her. 

Hermione chuckled, "Trouble and 'patient,' don't exactly go together, Professor Lupin," she said.

"Not your Professor anymore, just...call me Moony," Remus said with a sly grin. 

Y/N, Harry, Ron and Hermione  laughed when Fred and George's jaws dropped to the floor. Their eyebrows flew into their hair as their eyes widened, "Call you what?" 

"No questions," Harry said brightly, with an undertone of warning that Cedric and Ginny wouldn't catch. 

"Alright..." Fred and George grinned slowly. 

Today was going to be fun. 

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Y/N, Remus, Cedric, Harry, Hermione and the Weasley's (Bill, Charlie and Percy had come back from work) spent the entire day out and about. They went down to the village, Ottery St. Catchpole, and just wandered. Remus bought Y/N a bunch of things for her birthday, include some muggle shoes called Converse. 

They were the only shoes she'd wear from now on. 

The Weasleys gave her a "Free Fitting!" coupon for a dress robe store at Hogsmeade that was ridicoulsly expensive. When she asked how they'd gotten it, Missus Weasley winked and said, "You'll probably need it for this year..." 

And didn't explain further.

Hermione got her a load of books she'd been meaning to buy. Ron gave her a Forever-Flying Quaffle that maneuvered as an opposing player, so she could practice Quidditch alone. When everyone's eyes trailed to Harry expectantly, he shrugged and said, "Later," with a cheeky hint to his voice. 

On the walk back to the Burrow from the village, Y/N fell into step beside Remus. He gave her a grin and slung an arm around her shoulder. "Kid, I have some news," he said. 

The girl hummed, an indication for Remus to continue.

Remus hesitated for a moment, "I was at St. Mungos the other day..." he said, trailing off. Then, he composed himself and said, "your mum and dad...they said your name." 

Y/N stopped in her tracks. Her mother and father had been unresponsive for the past thirteen years, alive, but broken. They barely even knew her, she barely even knew them.

"You're...you're not serious?" 

"Y/N, they asked for you," he said. Remus told her all of this with a smile - this was amazing, she could finally have her parents back.

Tearing up, Y/N gave her uncle a watery smile. "Can I see them?" 

"First weekend of school," said Remus. "I've already booked it." 

"Really?" Y/N asked through tears of happiness, hugging Remus so tight he lost his breath. He gave her a huge hug in return. 

"Yes, really," Remus chuckled.

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Now, they were sitting around the dining table in the fenced backyard. Well, two dining tables put together to accommodate everyone. Y/N was laughing, making fun of Ron for spilling mashed potatoes down his shirt, when Missus Weasley came out levitating a chocolate cake with her wand. 

They all burst into song, causing Y/N to hide her face in her hands.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!"  they chorused. 

"Happy birthday, dearest Y/N," the girl heard Harry's voice above all others, even if it was low and teasing. He leaned closer to her, placing a hand on her knee and his mouth near her ear, his breath tickling her neck. Y/N wasn't worried about her blush, since her face was in her hands, but Oh Merlin. 

And it went back to normal.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" everyone sang, dragging out the last note. 

When they finished, Y/N gave a loud groan and everyone laughed. Peeking through her fingers, she saw the elegant, Happy 14th, Y/N! scrawled in blue icing on the cake.

Y/N blew out the candles cut the cake while everyone clapped and distributed the slices to everyone before herself. They all dug in, but when they were finished, Remus said, "Y/N, we need to talk." 

The girl froze and worriedly glanced between Remus and Harry. Was there going to be another quarrel? 

"Yes...?" Y/N asked hesitantly. 

Remus scoffed, "Oh, calm down. I just want to talk about your interaction with Malfoy at the Quidditch Cup - I'm assuming you told everyone?" he looked around the table. 

Y/N had told Remus the entirety of the situation in a very long letter, not leaving out the broken nose Malfoy received.

Slowly, Y/N nodded. 

"Has it happened before?" 

This sort of felt like an interrogation, with everyone staring at her. Harry softly took her hand under the table, giving her a charming smile. "Yeah..." Y/N said slowly. 

"Now, Remus!" said Missus Weasley. "Is today, her birthday, really the best time to talk to her about this? It's not relevant!" she reprimanded. 

Y/N thought Missus Weasley had a point, but her uncle frowned. "Why, it has complete relevancy, Molly," he said calmly. 

"What-" 

"It happened that night," Y/N said suddenly. "The night before Snape told everyone you're a werewolf," she said, trying to specify, but not enough information to disclose what happened in the Shrieking Shack to anyone but herself, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Remus.

"It was really shocking," said Cedric in a fake earnest voice. "I didn't know you were a werewolf-" 

"Ced," Y/N said seriously, giving him a look across the table, where he was unfortunately seated between Fred and George. "Shush for a moment." 

He fell silent, smiling sheepishly.

"It was a full moon," Remus said. "I thought the light in the...room... was coming from the moon, but, Y/N, I think it was your eyes. The Quidditch Cup was a full moon too, the twenty-first of August." 

"Wazza fuh' moo' gahta' do wif her eyes?" Ron asked, through a mouthful of food. Hermione hit him lightly and Ron gulped it down, repeating, "What's a full moon got to do with Y/N's eyes?" 

Y/N suddenly remembered something, "I was born on a full moon, wasn't I?" she asked Remus, leaning into the conversation. 

Remus nodded, "I'm gonna have to do some...digging," he muttered. "Did you feel your eyes sting? Any other sensations?" 

"Yeah," said Y/N. "Eye stinging, palm tingling. At the Cup, the ground was...thrumming?" 

Her uncle paled slightly, then smeared a smile on his face. "Thanks, kid. I'll look into it," he said almost casually. "Now, I think someone has a present to give you?" he glanced at Harry. 

Y/N turned to face the black-haired boy, who shifted slightly. "Er..." he said awkwardly. "It's...sort of personal," he continued. "Private gift...y'know?" 

Everyone's jaws dropped. Fred, George and Cedric laughed, Ginny and Hermione burst into giggles. Even Bill and Charlie laughed, Mister Weasley hid a smile. Ron looked like he'd seen a ghost.

Y/N blushed bright red. 

"Mister Potter, care to explain what that means?" asked Remus, gritting his teeth. Y/N could tell he was trying not to jump to conclusions. What Harry had said just sounded so suggestive. 

Putting his hands in the air, Harry, cheeks red, stuttered out, "No! No - not like that! I meant, like, it's meaningful and stuff, and yeah..." 

There was a stiff silence in the air. The tension was so thick that you could sever it with a knife. Y/N was watching Remus apprehensively, Remus' gaze was fixed on Harry, Harry squeezed Y/N's hand in fear. 

Then Remus laughed.

And that seemed to scare Harry even more, for he buried his face in Y/N's shoulder and mumbled a, "Kill me now." 

"Dad," Y/N said seriously. "You're going to give him a heart attack." 

Remus was absolutely wheezing now, wiping tears from his eyes, hunched over the table. "Did you lot see his face?" he asked through laughter. 

The rest of the table, minus Y/N, who was still comforting Harry as though he were a small child, burst into roaring laughter. 

"Stop," Harry whined.

"Harry, what's this private gift?" Hermione asked teasingly. 

"Hermione I swear to Merlin-" 

"Yeah, Harry?" Ron said slyly. "I remember it being-" 

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry hissed. 

The twins and Cedric joined in on the teasing. "C'mon, Potter," Cedric grinned. "You can just give it to her here...or is it too private?" 

Remus chuckled, "Alright, I think we've tormented the poor boy enough." 

"But Moony," said Fred, emphasizing the name. Y/N knew the twins would interrogate her about the fact that her uncle helped create the Marauders Map.

George sighed, "We're having too much fun," he said, pushing his plate away. Missus Weasley waved her wand again and the table was cleared. 

Missus Weasley ushered everyone to bed, but it took them a little while. Remus and Cedric bid them farewell, leaving together, since Remus would side-along apparate Cedric home. 

"Bye, you lot!" they said. 

Y/N gave the duo one last hug, saluting them as they whisked away in a swirl of colour and with a whoosh! 

Bill and Charlie were sent to the living room to drag the children, the quartet, Ginny and the twins, up to bed. "Oh, shove off, Char," Ron mumbled into the blanket he was curled up in, trying to ignore his older brother.

"That's not very kind, Ronniekins," said Charlie, ripping the blanket off and shoving Ron out of his armchair and onto the floor.

Seeing this treatment, everyone else scrambled off their respective couches and ran up the stairs, laughing. 

Y/N was exiting the bathroom after completing her nightly routine, changed into a light blue set of pajamas. She climbed the stairs to the landing of Ginny's room, but before she opened the door, someone grabbed her wrist and spun her around.

It was dark, she couldn't see who. "Whoever you are I will hex you so-" 

"Calm down, Y/N," Harry's voice whispered through her struggle, gently pushing her against the wall beside the door. 

"Harry!" Y/N whisper-yelled. "So help me, get me off this wall. If someone sees, your life is absolutely over."

Y/N couldn't see him, but she heard the smirk in Harry's voice. "Remus isn't here," he shrugged, "I'll be fine." 

"What do you want, Potter?" Y/N huffed out, a tingling sensation in her stomach. 

Harry was silent for a moment, then he said, with all too much confidence, "Just...be awake in an hour when I gently knock on Ginny's door, yeah?" 

"Yeah..." Y/N breathed out.

And then Harry was gone. Y/N took a deep breath, collecting herself and her thoughts, before pushing Ginny's door open and settling on her bed, ready for a good half-hour of gossip and comfortable talk with Ginny and Hermione. 

✦

Ginny and Hermione were sound asleep, but Y/N kept her eyes open, gaze on Ginny's alarm clock. It was one o'clock in the morning, five minutes to go until Harry would knock. 

Her eyes almost drooped, only shooting open when the faint sound of a knock echoed on the door. Smiling, Y/N got up and tiptoed through the dark, past Hermione...who was smirking...and to the door. 

"Have fun." 

It was so quiet that Y/ thought she had imagined it. She turned slowly to find Hermione awake and smirking. Y/N rolled her eyes and left the room. 

"Took you long enough," Harry whispered the moment the door clicked shut behind Y/N.

"Shove off, Scarboy," she muttered. He chuckled and took her hand, leading her down the stairs. 

Slowly pushing the backdoor open, Y/N walked into the grass, the moonlight shining down on her. She turned, finally able to properly see Harry.

Dressed in pajamas of deep green, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, hair messy from sleep and glasses slightly askew. Resting on his shoulder was small bag. 

"Where're we going?" 

"Clearing, in the trees," Harry replied, hand holding hers once more. "Far enough away." 

"That sounds like you're going to murder me," Y/N joked as they set off along the dirt path which was littered with small weeds and flowers. 

Harry laughed, "Not quite," he said. 

She shoved him, feeling content. The pair arrived at the clearing and Harry pushed a low-hanging branch out of the way, letting Y/N duck under it, then following her. 

Y/N gazed into the sky. The moon shone brightly down on them, a Waning crescent. It was beautiful. She laid down on the grass, hands behind her head. Harry came and settled next to her. 

"Stop looking at the moon and look at me," he joked.

By the tone in his voice, Y/N could tell he wasn't joking. "Awh, does Scarboy think he's more important than the literal moon?" 

"Nooo," said Harry, dragging it out. "Well, yeah, at least...if you want your present." 

Y/N scoffed mockingly, a hand at her heart. She tore her eyes away from the sky, turning onto her side and resting her head on her hand. "Alright, alright," said Y/N. "Go on, then." 

Harry grinned, sitting up and pulled Y/N with him. For a moment, he rummaged through the bag slung on his shoulder. Y/N watched as he gingerly pulled out something - a bouquet of pure white flowers. 

The girl gasped, taken aback by the sheer beauty of the flowers. Delicate, curling petals surrounded a pitch black center, which also gleamed. The moonlight bounced off the plant, seemingly making it glow. 

"Wow..." she whispered. "They're beautiful..." 

Harry nodded, "Lunaris...shoot, forgot their actual name," he said sheepishly. "Something Latin, I bet."

"Flos Lunaris...?" asked Y/N, eyes wide. Those flowers were incredibly rare - how had Harry even gotten his hands on them?

"Yeah, those," said Harry. "I've had them since exam time last year." 

Since he was still holding the bouquet, Y/N tried to take it from him. He pulled it back further at the last second, causing Y/N to crash against his chest, basically in his arms. Harry laughed, helping Y/N prop herself up, then pulling her into his side, just as he did at the Quidditch Cup. 

"These are really rare, y'know..." Y/N said, brushing a finger over one of the petals. She shifted a little, hearing Harry's breath hitch. 

"Er...well, Professor Sprout had some in her personal Greenhouse...so I just asked her," Harry said. "Told her that they were for you..." 

He transferred the flowers into her hands as Y/N asked, "How have you kept them alive?" 

"Hermione," said Harry. "Everlasting charm...she didn't actually do it, she taught me how. They never shrivel, they never die. You could burn them, they'd stay perfectly pristine." 

"That girl - never letting you off easy," Y/N chuckled, examining the flowers again. She brought them to her nose, breathing in the scent - a mix between lavenders and something she couldn't place. 

"The flowers...I dunno, I know you don't like Herbology...and I know they didn't cost much..." 

"Shut up, Harry," Y/N said affectionately. "I love them." 

They truly were the best gift she'd received, along with Cedric's bracelet.

"They reminded me of you," Harry added. "Sometimes, these little Pixie-like animals come and make their home, and then they get too stubborn to leave and they protect their family and home with their life - reminds me of you. They're called Silvies, I think." 

"That's so cute," Y/N whispered, poking at the petals, as though said animal would reveal itself. "Are there any in this bunch?"

Harry shrugged, letting out a content sigh. "I dunno, but y'know what I do know?" 

She hummed for him to continue. 

"New nickname unlocked for you, Silv," said Harry, grinning down at her, one arm slowly wrapping around her waist. 

"You're so annoying," Y/N huffed playfully, fiddling with the hem of his sleeves. "Just wait 'til I find a new nickname for you, Scarboy - it's game over." 

He gave a chuckle, a sound that reverberated through his chest, sending chills down Y/N's spine. "Whatever you say, sweetheart," he mocked.

"Damn right," Y/N said through a yawn, batting her eyes to keep awake.

Harry noticed, frowning. He laid back down, throwing an arm out beside him. "C'mere, lay down - you're exhausted." 

"No pillow," she mumbled sleepily. 

"My arm, you dimwit. Now get down here," Harry laughed. Y/N rolled her eyes, but did as she was told and rested her head against his bicep. 

She wondered how she wasn't completely red - then realized she probably was, but it was dark, so it didn't matter. 

Sighing contently, she cuddled closer to Harry for warmth, letting his hair tickle her face. "Alright, Miss Clingy," Harry teased. 

Immediately, Y/N pulled away from him and rolled over in retaliation. 

"Wait, I didn't mean it!" Harry whined, grabbing around her waist and pulling her back to him. "Stay." 

"Okay, Mister Clingy," she said. 

"I am completely okay with that title, if it means you stay," Harry sighed into the crook of her neck. 

Y/N had to stop herself from screaming. She and Harry were basically spooning at that point...it was for warmth. 

"G'night, Scarboy," she muttered, a smile gracing her lips. 

"G'night, Silv," Harry replied. 

Her eyes drooped lower and maybe she imagined the cold metal of Harry's glasses as he pressed a kiss to her forehead? The haze of sleep took over Y/N's senses as the world turned dark, the glow of the flowers burned into her vision.

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hi guys...! ok...maybes its been almost a week...im still sick ya'll so i have an excuse !! 

lowkey a filler-chapter, but also kinda important???? yeah!! 

how do we feel about "silv' !! it like makes sense and stuff bc i explained it like sorta but if ya'll don't like i can change it oh wow im rambling chat lmao ew i just said chat 

HEHEHEHEHHEHEH HARRY IS AHIUAWDHAWUDHADWA DNAIDUADAKUDHWADAWDWID 

trying to keep a healthy relationship w all characters bc this can't just be a book between us and harry that'd be so boring we here for the PLOT 

no emojis tdy im gonna go pass out unconscious now and edit this later

one last thing 

i wanna dedicate this chapter to Ladylupin11 because she's been supporting this book for so long. recently, she has left/taken a break from wattpad - in her worlds, Not Dead, But Gone. 

i really miss her, but she has stated it's for the best - as she has said, i will remember her and smile, though she is away from here. 

miss u , ladylupin11 

- dizzy