!!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 : Another update, coz I feel like I owe you guys something for being gone for weeks. Anyway, enjoy reading this. Hope you like it. Please do comment and vote.
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Two weeks had passed, and within that span of time, (Y/n) experienced an intricate tango of emotions – happiness intertwined with nervousness. A secret, radiant and warm, bound her and Harry together, providing a shield against Umbridge's relentless classroom tyranny. It even summoned a forced chuckle as she gazed into those loathsome, bulging eyes. The DA, with her at its core, resisted the Ministry's authority right under Umbridge's nose. They embraced the very essence of what the Ministry feared, each meeting etching indelible memories into (Y/n)'s thoughts. Recollections of Neville's persistent triumphs, Colin's Impediment Jinx mastery, and Parvati's Reductor Curse excellence, which had rendered a table of Sneakoscopes into mere dust, danced vividly through her mind. Harry's words, paired with Parvati's acknowledgment of her wandwork's prowess, remained embedded within her heart, a reassuring balm.
Harry, though, wrestled with a different challenge: aligning the DA meetings with the ever-shifting Quidditch practices of three distinct teams. Unpredictability seemed key to their safety, making it difficult for prying eyes to discern a pattern. As rain and wind played havoc with the practice schedules, Harry harbored no regrets, sensing the wisdom of their erratic planning.
Ingenious methods unfolded as Hermione and (Y/n) huddled together, devising an inconspicuous way to communicate meeting changes, avoiding undue suspicion from watchful eyes. Gleefully handing out counterfeit Galleons, (Y/n) chuckled at Ron's misguided excitement, as he mistook them for genuine gold.
"Do you see the numerals encircling the edges of these coins?" Hermione inquired, presenting one of the tokens for scrutiny after their fourth meeting. Bathed in the torchlight's warm glow, the coin shone with a robust, golden hue. "On genuine Galleons, those numerals signify the goblin who minted the coin. However, on these imitation coins, the numbers alter to match the time and date of our next gathering. These coins will grow warm when the date shifts, a sensation you'll notice if they're tucked away in your pockets. We each receive one, and when Harry designates the forthcoming meeting's date, he alters the numbers on his coin. Since I've implemented a Protean Charm on them, all the coins will change in sync with his."
A hushed stillness greeted Hermione's explanation. She observed the faces looking up at her, a tad unsettled. A quick glance at (Y/n) unveiled a comforting smile, and with that assurance, Hermione continued.
"Sabrina and I conceived this idea together," she admitted hesitantly, "I mean, carrying a Galleon is innocuous, right? Even if Umbridge demanded we reveal our pockets, there'd be nothing suspicious. But, if you find this approach unsuitable..."
"Both you and Sabrina are capable of executing a Protean Charm?" Terry Boot interjected, incredulity creeping into his voice.
"No, only Hermione —" (Y/n) began to clarify, but Hermione took the reins, owning up to her role in implementing the charm.
