A Little Piece of The Chosen One (ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 : 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬

✨ A/N ~ some images that visualize Y/N's power (up there) ^^

how'd we have that power? you'll see 😌

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▪CW: Death

     It was obvious that in no time, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become almost everyone's favourite class. Even Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins didn't deny that it was a fun lesson and could only make fun of how flimsy Professor Lupin looked like his old house-elf (Dobby).

    The enthusiasm about the first lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts didn't seem to settle even until evening that day when all students gathered around the Great Hall for dinner. Students from different houses were sharing their experiences about their Boggarts.

       "Really? You tackled a spider?" asked Fred in a tone as if he didn't believe what Ron just told him.  

    The Weasley Twins were currently sitting with the quartet; Fred on the left side of Y/n whilst George sat between Lee and him. Harry beside Y/N, facing Ron and Hermione.

    Ron nodded at his brothers.

    The twins glanced at each other before looking at Ron amusingly.

        "That's-" said Fred.

        "Wicked!" The twins said together. Then turned to Y/N, who didn't seem to pay attention as she was too busy craving her foods.

        "What about your boggart, Little Salamander?" George was now the one talking.

        "Salamander?" the trio repeated, looking puzzled.

       "Oh, that's the nickname we give her," said Fred, "because this little lady here couldn't stop calling us-"

       "Gred and Fork," continued the other twins.

       "Not Fork!! It's Feorge!" Y/n corrected, raising her fork of bacon up in the air. Her friends snickered.

       "Yeh yea, so what's your boggart?"

    Y/n paused for a second, chewing and swallowing her food slowly while thinking about how to explain her boggarts were.

       "Erm- they are complicated to explain-"

       "Wasn't it fireworks?" Harry asked.

       "FIREWORKS?!" The Ginger Twins exclaimed, looking extremely surprised. Though, it seemed that they had just shouted too loud because half of the Great Hall had shot their eyes at where the twins sat.

        "Oi! What are you two yelling for!" Y/n hissed, smacking Fred's arm.

    The quartet face quickly turned red because of the second-hand embarrassment.

    Percy Weasley, the Gryffindor Head Boy, almost got up to shush them but was quickly held back by the youngest Weasley, Ginevra. 

   The twins ignored Y/n and instead yelled back to the crowds.

        "We sincerely apologize for our impetuous behaviour," Fred said.

        "Please, continue your feast!" said George.

    And the crowds proceeded to do whatever they did before.

    Harry, on the other hand, was watching Y/n crestfallenly. The rest of the conversation seemed to be inaudible for him.