[𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑]
𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 - 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑
Y/n L/n. A fourteen year old muggle-born just trying to live a peaceful life at Hogwarts. However, being friends with Harry Potter, that's practically impossible.
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{Summer - 1991}
*tap tap tap*
I stirred in my morning slumber, moving my head ever so slightly to lay comfortably on my pillow. The morning sun seeped into my bedroom, casting a warm glow to emit from the cracks in the curtains.
*tap tap tap*
Covering my eyes with my bedsheets, I cosied myself further into the pillow. The comfort of my bed tempting me to fall back into a restful sleep.
*tap tap tap*
I sank down into my bed, my head now being fully covered by the sheets. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to recall the dream I was having before being disturbed.
Vivid shades of orange and pink painted the sky as I gazed in awe, a smile formed on my lips. A willow tree stood proudly in front of me, vines hanging low just above my head. I looked down at my feet, noticing the short, green grass I stood on. My ears perked suddenly at the echoing of laughter that lingered in the air.
I slowly moved the vines from my view to search for the source of the sound. My feet left outlines in the moss-grown grass, moving myself around the base of the tree. Peering to the opposite side of the trunk, I noticed a shadow. A shadow of-
*tap tap tap*
My eyes flew open. I threw the messy sheets off my face, groaning as I sat up. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I scanned my room. Gosh it was messy. Three mugs sat atop of the dresser next to my bed, the remnants of hot chocolate and tea dripping down the sides. The desk underneath my window had a huge stack of books waiting to be read, along with a disarray of pens and pencils; my floor littered with clothes.
*tap tap tap*
Oh for goodness sake what was that?
I swung my legs to the side of my bed and hesitantly stood up, trudging over to the window. Moving the hair out of my face, I slowly peeled the curtains back, squinting at the sudden brightness.
My eyes widened and my mouth opened agape. An owl sat casually on the windowsill, it's great, black eyes stared back as it tilted its head. Brown feathers dazzled in the gleam of sunlight that shone on its shoulders. My eyes travelled down to see a letter neatly placed in its beak, emerald green words danced off the envelope.
