!!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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A/N : Hii, Hiiii!! here's another unedited boring chapter. Hope you like it and enjoy!! (Please do comment and vote.)
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"Umbridge has been reading your mail, Harry. There's no other explanation."
"You think Umbridge attacked Hedwig?" he said, outraged.
"I'm not alone in this belief, Sabrina was equally convinced," said Hermione grimly, causing (Y/n) to avert her gaze when her name was mentioned. She feigned interest in a conversation with Dean about his frog, successfully quieting her own frog in the process.
"Harry watch your frog, it's escaping."
Harry aimed his wand at the bullfrog, which had been hopping optimistically toward the opposite edge of the table – "Accio!" – and it dejectedly zoomed back into his hand.
Charms class had always been a prime opportunity for discreet conversations; the constant movement and commotion made the risk of being overheard minimal. Today, amidst the room filled with croaking bullfrogs and cawing ravens, and with a torrential downpour rattling and beating against the classroom windows, Harry, (Y/n), Ron, and Hermione's hushed discussion about Umbridge's near capture of Sirius went entirely unnoticed.
"I've been suspecting this ever since Filch accused you of ordering Dungbombs, because it sounded like such a daft fib," Hermione whispered. "I mean, once they'd read your letter, it would have been glaringly obvious that you weren't placing that order, so you wouldn't have gotten into any trouble – it's a rather feeble jest, don't you think? But then I pondered, what if someone simply wanted an excuse to peruse your post? In that case, it would be an ideal method for Umbridge to achieve it – tip off Filch, have him do the dirty work of seizing the letter, then either find a way to swipe it from him or insist on seeing it – I doubt Filch would protest, as he's never really advocated for students' rights, has he? Harry, you're squeezing your frog too hard."
Harry looked down; he was indeed clutching his bullfrog so tightly that its eyes were bulging; he quickly placed it back on the desk.
"It was an exceedingly close call last night," said Hermione. "I just wonder if Umbridge is aware of how narrowly it escaped her notice. Silencio." The bullfrog on which she was practicing her Silencing Charm was rendered mute in the middle of its croak and gave her a reproachful glare. (Y/n) chuckled at the unsightly frog – it reminded her of Umbridge.
"If she'd caught Snuffles –"
Harry finished the sentence for Hermione.
"– He'd probably be back in Azkaban this morning." He waved his wand absentmindedly; his bullfrog inflated like a green balloon and let out a shrill whistle.
