Her Chosen One | harry x reader (fem.)

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Perfect.

I've got a bone to pick with that word.

Because I've been told that my whole life.

"Your dress, oh how perfect!"

"Your eyes! They look perfect!"

"You look perfect today!"

Yeah, yeah cut the bullshit. I'm not perfect, my grades are far from it, my mental stability? Way off. The way I act when nobody's watching? You wouldn't even associate that word near me.

So you can imagine my surprise when I found out I was given a letter by literal owl post that said I was accepted into Hogwarts.

I had just woken up and was making my way to the lower floor, the smell of my mother's french toast was my only motivation. Once I reached the last step my mother called out to me, "Y/N! Come set the table!"

"Coming mum!" I called back.

"Oh and, only make three place settings for breakfast, your father isn't home yet." I furrowed my eyebrows in frustration.

"It's been three weeks! My birthday is in a week, why can't he just come?" My mom looked at me as if I suggested the Malfoys were great people.

"Your father is bringing food to this table. The least you could do is be a little thankful." She snapped. I knew the conversation was over just by her tone.

My father, D/N L/N is an auror, a very well known one at that. He works closely with the Minister Of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. My dad always has to go on these long business trips and doesn't come home for a week at least. My dad is a handsome man for his age. He looks almost exactly like me, same hair color and skin tone. He shares all of my looks except my nose and eyes.

My mother, M/N L/N is a muggle-born witch, she doesn't work because dad makes enough money, and if she were to work my brother and I would have no parental guidance. My mother looks almost nothing like me, the only similar thing is the eye color, my dad has D/E/C and I have E/C, like my mom. I also have the same nose as my mom but that's less meaningful.

I continued setting the table and was at the third place setting when I felt something jump on my back.

"N/N! HOW YA' DOIN?" My brother shouted into my ear.

"XAVIER GET OFF MY BACK BEFORE I CUT OFF YOUR BLOOD CIRCULATION!" I hollered back, trying to pry him off of me. I immediately felt him jump off and smirked, a fourteen year old should not feel threatened by an eleven year old.

"I call your bluff." he stated as he walked to the other side of the table so I could get a good look at him.

My brother, Xavier a fourteen-year old dimwit that everyone finds attractive (for some reason) has the same face as my mom, the same rosy lips and constantly flushed face, the same walk, talk, and body build and the same temperament. Despite his good looks and easy going personality, my brother has no luck or experience with girls, like zero.

"Oh really?" I smirked as I walked to his side of the table. I went over and pounced, jumping on his back like he did not five minutes ago. I started tickling him, in the crook of his neck and tazing him on his side. In two minutes we were a laughing pile on the floor. My mom found us and started scolding us which only made me laugh harder. I stopped after a second, not because of my mom but of something I heard on the window, almost a hoo-

Hoot
Hoot
Hoot

Holy shit.

I jumped up and ran to the window. Just to see if it were true and it was.