Anna Jane Mcxandra, a bright girl. She goes to Hogwarts at the age of thirteen and meets the Weasley twins. Eventually she becomes best friends with them and at the start of 5th year realises that she have feelings for George Weasley, who on the oth...
Two days later, on her birthday, Anna woke to the soft, steady rumble of purring beside her. Chocolate lay curled against her pillow, warm and content, one paw resting possessively against Anna's arm. Anna smiled before she even opened her eyes.
"Morning, Chocolate", she murmured, running her fingers through the cat's silken fur.
Chocolate responded with a pleased meow, and Anna leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her head.
"It's my birthday", Anna added softly, as though the words themselves were something to be treasured.
Downstairs, the house was already awake. The moment Anna stepped into the kitchen, she was greeted by singing, slightly off-key, entirely sincere.
Her mother stood behind the table holding a cake, candles already lit and flickering warmly, while her father waited beside her with a neatly wrapped parcel tucked under his arm. They both beamed at her, the kind of smiles that made her chest ache.
Before she could say a word, they pulled her into a hug, tight, familiar, safe.
"We love you, darling", her mother said, kissing her temple.
"And we're endlessly grateful to have you", her father added, his voice thick with affection.
Anna hugged them back, fiercely. "I love you both".
The present was opened slowly, reverently. Inside lay a white dress, soft and elegant, embroidered with delicate flowers. Beneath it was a photograph,Anna, younger and laughing, caught between her parents at a Christmas few years back, all three of them flushed from cold and happiness.
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She looked up, eyes shining. "Thank you. It's perfect".
Breakfast followed, blueberry pancakes and pumpkin juice and easy conversation filled the kitchen. It was only when Anna mentioned her plans that her mother's expression shifted, her smile turning knowingly sharp.
"Mum, what time can I leave for the Burrow?", Anna asked casually. "George sent an owl yesterday. He wanted to know when I'd be arriving".
Her mother arched a brow. "Just George?".
Anna paused. Her father looked between them, suddenly very interested in his glass.
"Yes... just George", Anna said slowly. "Why?".
"Mmm", her mother hummed, entirely too pleased. "Nothing at all. Just seems he's rather eager about your visit".
"Mum", Anna protested, heat rising to her cheeks, "he's my best friend".
Her father cleared his throat pointedly. "I believe breakfast is being interrogated unfairly".
