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(Y/n) spent a significant portion of the last week of the holidays engrossed in Harry's speculations and ponderings about the meaning of Malfoy's behaviour in Knockturn Alley. Harry conveyed his unease to her, emphasizing the satisfied look on Malfoy's face upon leaving the shop, firmly convinced that such happiness in Malfoy could only bode ill. She found herself the sole recipient of his persistent musings, as neither Ron nor Hermione seemed as curious about Malfoy's activities. Or, at least, their interest appeared to dwindle after a few days of discussion.
"Yes, I've already agreed it was fishy, Harry," Hermione remarked a bit impatiently. Seated on the window-sill in Fred and George's room, her feet propped up on one of the cardboard boxes, she reluctantly tore her gaze away from her new copy of Advanced Rune Translation. "But haven't we agreed there could be a lot of explanations?"
"Maybe he's broken his Hand of Glory," Ron suggested vaguely, attempting to straighten the bent tail twigs of his broomstick. "Remember that withered arm Malfoy had?"
(Y/n) stood near the window, arms crossed over her chest. Peppa, the Pygmy Puff Harry had given her against her protests, resided in a small cage, looking at (Y/n) with pleading eyes, begging to be released. Despite Peppa's undeniable charm, (Y/n) hesitated, well aware of her hyperactive and restless nature. Grateful that Harry hadn't gone through with his initial plan to acquire three Pygmy Puffs—two males and one female—for her, she had vehemently protested the idea. However, Harry, never one to yield easily, had ultimately purchased Peppa. Although he found her chosen name amusing initially, he wisely refrained from commenting, considering the potential chaos that could have ensued if he had acquired three.
"But what about when he said, 'Don't forget to keep that one safe'?" Harry inquired for the umpteenth time. "That sounded to me like Borgin's got another one of the broken objects, and Malfoy wants both."
"You reckon?" Ron replied, now attempting to scrape some dirt off his broom handle.
"Yeah, I do," Harry affirmed. When neither Ron nor Hermione responded, he continued, "Malfoy's father's in Azkaban. Don't you think Malfoy would want revenge?"
Ron looked up, blinking. "Malfoy, revenge? What can he do about it?"
"That's my point, I don't know!" Harry exclaimed, frustrated. "But he's up to something, and I think we should take it seriously. His father's a Death Eater, and—"
Harry halted, his eyes fixed on the window, where (Y/n) stood with her mouth slightly open. What he had said had drawn (Y/n)'s attention, and Harry's gaze turned to her. They were both staring at each other, a startling thought occurring to them simultaneously.
"Harry?" Hermione inquired in an anxious voice. "Sabrina?" She turned to look at (Y/n) too, whom Harry was fixated on. "What's wrong?"
"Your scar's not hurting again, is it?" Ron nervously asked.
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𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 || HJP
Fanfic!!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...