!!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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"Is it just me, or did you just... drown yourself in cologne?"
A/N : UNEDITED.
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Harry and Ron encountered (Y/n) and Hermione in the common room before breakfast the next morning. Eager to garner support for his theory, Harry promptly recounted what he had overheard Malfoy saying on the Hogwarts Express to Hermione.
"But he was clearly just showing off for Parkinson, wasn't he?" Ron interjected swiftly, forestalling any response from Hermione.
"I don't believe he's merely showing off. Malfoy strikes me as someone who would embellish with a hint of truth, and I think it's—"
"Come off it, Sabrina—he brags, that's what he does!" Ron interrupted (Y/n).
Frustration etched on Harry's face, he glanced at Hermione hopefully.
"Well," she said uncertainly, "I don't know... it would be typical of Malfoy to inflate his importance, but that's quite a substantial lie to tell..."
"Exactly," Harry agreed, though he couldn't press the point as many onlookers were trying to eavesdrop on their conversation, casting curious glances and whispering covertly.
"It's rather impolite to point," Ron snapped at a particularly diminutive first-year as they queued up to ascend from the portrait hole. The young lad, who had been quietly murmuring something about Harry to his companion, promptly turned scarlet and stumbled out of the hole in sheer alarm.
Ron couldn't help but snigger, and (Y/n) chuckled in agreement.
"I do relish being a sixth-year. And this year, we're in for some free time. Entire periods where we can just perch up here and unwind."
"We'll need that time for studying, Ron!" Hermione remarked as they began their stroll down the corridor.
"Yeah, but not today," Ron retorted, "today's bound to be a real doss, I reckon."
"Harry," (Y/n) whispered, her gaze fixed on Hermione and Ron walking ahead of them. Harry met her eyes and briefly glanced at the two in front before moving closer to (Y/n), subtly angling his body to her level to catch her words as they strolled.
"Do you reckon I could make it onto the team?" she asked, a hopeful gleam in her eyes.
Harry looked down at her, grinning. "Have you got a game plan for joining?" he inquired, an air of excitement in his voice.
