charmed

chapter 1

Straight out of Hogwarts, Y/N didn't have a clue what to do with her life post-school, except for the fact that she had an affinity for Charms. Many of her friends went on to join various departments in the Ministry, which is how she stumbled into the Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. She became the youngest member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, skipping many administration posts to become directly an Obliviator thanks to the department head, who was impressed by the potency and mastery of her Memory Charms.

Unfortunately, working on the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad wasn't as exciting as the name sounded. Most of her missions were to erase Muggle's memories when they witnessed some piece of stupid magic - a drunk wizard deciding to create fireworks in the middle of a Muggle pub, two wizards deciding it'd be fun to duel in the middle of a crowded street... Plus, since she was the youngest and a woman, her colleagues loved to dump all the paperwork on her. She often retaliated, but sometimes she needed a day in and liked to spend the day in her office filling in reports on all the incidents they had to go interfere with.

In fact, that's how she made her first friend at the Ministry, which would eventually lead to her to stumble into the love of her life. The Squad was off in Ireland somewhere to disband some St-Patrick's celebration that got too magical and she sat comfortably in her cubicle, scribbling away, when all of a sudden, a hurried voice ran into your office.

"Hey, you're an Obliviator right?" An Auror not much older looked at her, panicked. He had round glasses and messy black hair. Y/N recognized him as James Potter, a boy who she went to Hogwarts with, but was a year older than her.

Y/N nodded, pointing at the sign at her desk with her quill which read "Y/N Y/L/N, Accidental Magic Reversal Squad, Obliviator".

"Okay, great. We need you, like, right now."

Before she knew it, she was being dragged through the Ministry by the wrist at a running pace. James led her into a room, where a family of four sat, bewildered.

"I always knew magic existed, but-"

"Lived on Grimmauld Place for 16 years of my life, never have I-"

"What's going on?" Y/N turned to James quizzically.

He scratched the back of his head nervously, further messing up his hair.

"They're a Muggle neighbouring family who... unfortunately-"

"We're not Muggles!" One of the family members huffed, offended.

"You don't even know what Muggle means!" James replied disbelievingly.

"Still. Sounds like an insult."

James turned back to you, shaking his head, Y/N giggling slightly.

"Anyways, they witnessed my friends and I use a bit of uhm-"

"Magic?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms in front of her.

"Yes, so if you could just, you know, wipe their memories and we can carry on with our day!" James smiled sheepishly at her.

"And I'm assuming you don't want me to file a report on this incident either..." Y/N's eyes narrowed, although she smiled slightly at how funny this whole situation was.

"If you could just, yeah, that'd be great."

"Listen, sir-"

"James."

"Right, James. Well, James, as much as I want to help you, I am really new and-"

"Me too! I haven't been doing this that long either."