!!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 : HEYYYYY! i'm back for another update, this chap would not have that much Harry and (Y/n)'s interaction, but bear this chapter cozzzzzzz THE NEXT CHAPTER ISSSSSSSS...okay I won't tell you. Enjoy reading and please do comment and vote.
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Harry glided between shining metal bars, across dark, cold stone. He pressed flat against the floor, sliding along on his belly. In the darkness, he could discern objects around him shimmering in strange, vibrant colors. As he turned his head, he first thought the corridor was empty. However, upon closer inspection, he spotted a man sitting on the floor ahead. The man's chin drooped onto his chest, and his silhouette glowed in the dark.
Harry extended his tongue, tasting the man's scent in the air. The man was alive but drowsy, sitting in front of a door at the end of the corridor. Harry felt an intense desire to bite the man but knew he must master that impulse, for he had more important work to do.
As the man began to stir, a silver cloak fell from his legs as he jumped to his feet. Harry saw his vibrant, blurred outline towering above him, brandishing a wand. He had no choice. Harry reared high from the floor and struck once, twice, three times, plunging his fangs deeply into the man's flesh, feeling the man's ribs splinter beneath his jaws, sensing the warm gush of blood.
The man screamed in agony, then fell silent. He slumped backward against the wall, blood splattering onto the floor.
(Y/n)'s eyes snapped open with such force that it felt as though they might jump out of their sockets. She bolted upright in bed, her heart pounding against her chest like a caged bird desperate for freedom. Each breath came in ragged gasps, her body drenched in a cold, clammy sweat.
The dream had been an intense, vivid experience. It was as if she had inhabited the very essence of the snake itself. No, not quite the snake, but she had certainly witnessed the world through someone else's serpentine perspective — HARRY!
Driven by an instinct she couldn't quite understand, she threw off her heavy blanket, propelled herself out of bed, and sprinted to the door. As she flung it open and raced down the stairs from the girls' dormitory, every footfall echoed like a thunderclap in the cavern of her chest.
It had happened once more. She had seen what Harry had seen, felt what Harry had felt. She still couldn't understand why she had borne witness to Cedric's death, considering she hadn't been with Harry and Cedric during that fateful night of the Third Task. And now, this mysterious connection had surfaced again.
The common room lay shrouded in darkness, the hearth's once-warm fire now a bed of cooling embers. She navigated her way toward the boys' dormitory. The dream had taken place in a different setting entirely. Harry had been the snake — but why?
