!!HAPPY ENDING!!
Meet - (𝐘/𝐧) 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬, an ordinary young woman who unexpectedly finds herself transported into the fantastical realm of Harry Potter as the fraternal twin sister of Ron Weasley.
With no knowledge of how the story will unfol...
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"Friends."
A/n : This chapter is unedited, I'm going through a mental block rn and I sucked at everything, but anyway hope you leave a comment what you think and vote, thankyouu!!
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I was absolutely convinced that after the story of the Goblet of Fire, I'd be whisked back to the real world, my own realm of existence. Turns out, that's not the case. I've been stuck at Ron's place for a whole week now. Let me tell you, this place is like stepping into the vivid pages of my imagination! It's brimming with peculiar knick-knacks that I've never laid eyes on in my entire existence. But hey, who am I kidding? I shouldn't be the least bit surprised. After all, I'm marooned in the whimsical world of a fantasy book, where magic spells, mythical creatures, witches, and wizards are as real as the nose on my face.
During my week-long stay, I've practically become pals with the ghoul up in the attic. I'm constantly wandering around this house, helping out Mrs. Weasley with cleaning and cooking. I mean, no wonder she might be starting to like me a bit. I've tried sneaking peeks and striking up conversations with the ghoul, but every time I do, Mrs. Weasley catches me in the act and gives me a scolding. I have to say, though, I'm getting quite comfortable with her, and she's really turning into a motherly figure. I feel her motherly love, but I still need to be careful, especially when she's nearby, because she might realise I'm not the real Sabrina Weasley.
Now, let's talk about my relationship with Ron Weasley. It's like a typical sibling bond, you know? We argue and have little fights over silly things, but we always make up real quick. Especially when I whip up some mouthwatering Korean BBQ, which I cleverly named Coreian BBQ to avoid any awkward questions. Even though I changed the name, I still couldn't escape Mrs. Weasley's question of how and where I learned to cook that because she never taught me how to take care of the kitchen or cook dishes that she herself hasn't tasted before. I simply answered her, "I learned it from a recipe book shown to me by my classmate Dean," To my astonishment, Mrs. Weasley swallowed my fib hook, line, and sinker, promptly requesting the recipe for the tantalizing Coreian BBQ. It brought me great delight to witness their relish in a dish that they would otherwise never have the chance to savour. However, beneath that elation, a tinge of melancholy crept in.
When will I escape this world? Is there even a chance?
I scoured the Hogwarts library last month in search of books that transport you to other realms and extraordinary places, even though deep down I knew finding such a book was an impossible feat. I mean, it's not normal for someone to enter and go inside a book, right?
Silence fell upon me as that notion consumed my thoughts.
It's hard to tell, really. Could I be the only one to have ventured into these pages? I still struggle to believe it happened to me. Yet, the events of the past weeks and the captivating sights beyond this window provide undeniable proof.
