Y/N, is a pure-blood witch coming from an elite family. The Duchannes family... making her one of the most famous witch in the magic world.
After having some trouble in her former school, Y/N chose to transferred school to Hogwarts in hope to have...
"Oh nothing... just you being obvious..." Ron said, smirking at me. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh come on, Harry. Just admit it. You like Y/N, don't you?" Hermione said, smirking as well. I can feel my cheeks burning at their exclamation. Maybe they're right... maybe that's why my heart is reacting this way when Y/N is close to me. Maybe...
I am falling in love with Y/N...
-Meeting The Weasleys-
Y/N P.O.V
"Y/N... wake up..." someone said, while shaking me. I open my eyes to see Hermione. "Huh?" I said. "We almost reach our destination..." she said, smiling at me. "Oh... okay..." I said. I sit straighter as I watch the train pull up.
After a while, the train finally stops. I stand up and grab my trunk. Then the four of us walks out of the train. I still feel kind of nervous. What if they don't like me.
"You don't have to worry, Y/N. My family have been informed about your visit. They've been expecting you..." Ron said. "I'm not always good with meeting new people..." I said. We turn around the corner. I look forward and curse under my breath. I quickly move back to hide, almost bumping into Ron in the process. Ron looks at me in confusion and turn to look over the corner.
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"Bloody hell!!" He said. "Please make sure they did not see me" I said in a low tone. "Oh.. I can help with that..." I hear Harry said. Then he drape a cloak over my body. In an instant, I can tell this is his invisible cloak. We slowly walk past the crowd of reporters.
We turn around the corner after we passed them. I remove the cloak and hand it over to Harry. "Thank you..." I said, smiling at him. "You're welcome..." he said, smiling back. Then we start walking again.
Time-skip
Ron and I finally reach his house. He opens the door to his house. While I just stand there, not knowing if I should follow him inside or not. Ron seem to notice that I'm not moving from my spot. He turns to look at me.
"What are you doing? Come on" he said. "Are you sure it's okay?" I said. "You're already here. So?" He said. I let out a sigh, knowing he's right. I take a few steps closer, until Ron grew impatient and just grab my wrist. I stumble a little when he pulls me along.
"Mom! Dad! I'm home!" He said. I hear footsteps and two people comes into view. "Ah... welcome back, Ron..." a woman said. She turns to look at me. "And you must be, Y/N..." she said, smiling. I nod my head. "Yeah... that's me, Mrs. Weasley..." I said. "Please dear... just call me Molly. A friend of Ron is always welcome here. Come on now... you must be tired..." he said. "Okay..." I said. Then I make my way inside.
"I heard so much about you and your family, dear... so I'm sorry that I can only provide this... such a simple house..." she said, gesturing towards the house.
"Ahh... no no no. It's fine, Molly. This is more than enough. I'm already so grateful that I'm allowed to stay here..." I said. "My... you are different. Most kids that comes from a wealthy family are so spoilt and arrogant..." she said. I let out a giggle at her comment. Indeed they are. I'm glad I'm not one of those spoilt kids.
"Well then... I'd have to thank my parents for that. They taught me to always be humble, no matters which category people belong to..." I said. "Your parents raised you well" she said, patting my head softly. I just smile softly at her.
Dinner Time
I helped Molly cooked a couple food. Even though she said not to, but I insists. I may be a guest, but I don't want get special treatment. She cooked for a whole family.
I have just set a plate on the dining table. Molly turn to look at me and smile. "Thanks for the help... even though you didn't have to. You're a guest here..." she said. I turn to look at her and smile.
"It's alright, Molly. I'm happy that I can help. Both of my parents taught me I shouldn't take being a guest for granted... so... I still need to be helpful even as a guest" I said. "Oh... they're such an amazing people" she said, placing her hands on her chest. I let out a giggle at her respond.
Soon the dining room is filled with them. I sit next to Ginny and Ron. While the rest of them filled the rest of the chairs. I smile gratefully at everyone. "Thank so much you for having me here..." I said. They turn to me and smile.
"Don't mention it, dear... we're happy to have you over as well..." Arthur said. "Yeah... be sure to visit more..." Bill said. I smile at them, feeling glad that they welcomed me so well.
"Now let's start to eat! Oh... Y/N cooked some of these..." Molly said, pointing at the dishes that I've cooked. "Oh really? Wow... you're not only humble. You're also so good at cooking..." Bill said, looking impressed. "Yeah! These looks so good!" Ron said. I roll my eyes at him.
"Oh Ron... when did you find food not good?" I said, sarcastically. The others burst out laughing at my comment. While Ron just sulked, making me laugh at his reaction. Then we start to eat the food.
"Wow... this IS good! Best dish I've ever had. Sorry, Mom..." Fred said. "Oh it's okay. I have to agree on that one..." Molly said. She turns to look at me. "So, Y/N... who taught you how to cook?" She said. I turn my head to look at her and smile softly . "That would be my aunt... I always helped her prepare the food... well... that was before I move to school..." I said. She looks at me in confusion.
I just smile at her. "She have a problem in her home, mom..." Ron said, making me kick his shin under the table. He wince at the impact and turn to look at me with a questioning look. I just glare at him, but smile when I turn to look at the others.
"Yeah... there's something going on in my family. So they think it's best if I stay away from home. At least, until they solve it... even though I know it's not that easy to solve..." I said, mumbling the last part. "Why is it not easy?" Fred asked. "Sorry... I can't tell you. It is a family secret..." I said. He nods his head and did not pester me. I smile softly to myself. These people really respect my privacy. Something I thought I will never get.
