His sister (Fred Weasley x Potter reader)

Guess Who's Crashing Dinner?

I was searching for Platform 9¾, pushing my trolley in front of me as I tried to make sense of the bustling station.

I was transferring to Hogwarts from Durmstrang, about to start my fifth year. Naturally, I was nervous—first, because it was a new school, and second, because I was about to see my little brother for the first time in twelve years. Merlin, he probably wouldn't even remember me! I hurried through the crowds, my heart pounding with anticipation.

"Platform eight, Platform nine, and... Platform ten..." I muttered to myself. "Magic is obviously involved here, but I just need to figure—"

My thoughts were cut off by the sound of a rather plump lady grumbling about Muggles. Wait, Muggles?

Curious, I followed the group she was with. There were a lot of redheads, joined by a brunette girl and a boy with raven-black hair—and was that a lightning bolt scar on his forehead? My breath caught. That was Harry—my brother. I watched silently as they slipped through the barrier between platforms nine and ten.

I smiled to myself and stepped up to the wall. Backing up, I took a running start and closed my eyes, trusting my instincts.

When I didn't hit anything solid, I peeked open my eyes and gasped in amazement. A large red train stood before me, its nameplate proudly declaring "Hogwarts Express." Families hugged tearfully, first-years clung to their parents, and excitement filled the air.

My guardian couldn't be there—he had to arrive early, being the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. Remus Lupin had taken me in after my parents were killed. He'd have taken Harry too, but apparently, Dumbledore had other plans.

I approached the train, handed over my trolley to be loaded, and stepped inside. I wandered the corridor, searching for an empty compartment. No luck. Finally, I opened a random door and found three boys inside: the ginger twins I'd seen with Harry earlier, and a darker-skinned boy with braids.

"Uhm, I don't mean to intrude, but everywhere else is full..." I said, stepping inside.

"Aye," said one twin. "You're welcome to sit with us."

"I'm Fred Weasley," said the first one.

"And I'm George," the other finished with a grin.

"And this here—" Fred started, pointing to the darker boy.

"Is Lee Jordan," George finished for him.

My head whipped between them as they talked, making me a little dizzy. I shook it off and smiled.

"That was... interesting. Anyway, I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you," I said, keeping my last name to myself for now.

Fred nodded. "Say, you don't look like a first year."

"No kidding, Weasley. I'm a transfer from Durmstrang, joining the fifth years," I replied, sitting down beside Lee.

"Looks like you'll be joining us then," Lee said quietly.

"Seems I will," I agreed, leaning back.

Fred asked, "What's your last name, (Y/n)?"

I smirked. "You'll just have to wait and see."

The train lurched forward.

When we arrived, I was already dressed in plain robes while the twins and Lee sported full Gryffindor gear.

"I suppose I'll see you three in the Great Hall?" I said before leaving the compartment.

Following the first-years called by the towering half-giant, I climbed into a boat with one other student I barely noticed. The Hogwarts castle loomed ahead, breathtaking in its grandeur as we floated closer.

Once ashore, I entered with the other first-years but waited outside the Great Hall during the sorting ceremony. Then McGonagall's voice echoed through the hall:

"A transfer from Durmstrang will be joining us today, everyone. Don't go into shock—especially you, Mister Potter."

A ripple of confused whispers swept the room. I shook my head slightly.

"I'd like you all to welcome (Y/n) Potter."

I pushed open the doors and stepped inside, head held high as chatter rose.

I approached the Sorting Hat and let McGonagall place it on my head. As I sat, my eyes scanned the tables until they landed on Harry at the Gryffindor table—he was staring at me, mouth slightly open.

I gave him a soft, sisterly smile as the hat spoke inside my mind.

"Oh, another Potter? Honestly didn't expect that... Hmmm, you're clever and witty—Ravenclaw material, very unlike your brother," it said, causing me to snicker.

"But you've got courage too, which trumps wit," it added, before shouting, "Gryffindor!"

Cheers erupted from the table. I removed the hat and walked down the steps, stopping in front of Harry, who had turned around to face me.

"Hello, Harry," I said softly.

"It's been twelve years," I added, locking eyes with his emerald gaze. I looked like Mum with my red hair, but I had Dad's brown eyes — the opposite of Harry, who had Mum's green eyes and Dad's jet-black hair.

Without hesitation, Harry sprang up and hugged me tightly. I hugged him back, resting my chin on his head.

From across the hall, I spotted Remus watching with a warm smile.

I stepped back and extended my hand. "Hi, I'm (Y/n) Potter, your sister. Pleasure to finally meet you."

Harry chuckled softly. "Harry Potter, pleasure to finally meet you too, sis."

He sat back down beside another ginger boy and a brunette girl.

I squeezed in between the Weasley twins across from him, smirking.

"So, Harry," I said, "what's been happening with you lately?"

He exchanged glances with his friends. Boy, was I in for one hell of a story...

(A/N): Hello my dear readers, hopefully you enjoyed my first chapter, I was honestly tearing up as I was writing the reunion between Harry and (y/n). Please tell me your thoughts and feel free to criticize, so I know what to work on.

I'll update daily, see you tomorrow!