!!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 : UNEDITED. THIS IS A BORING CHAPTER BUT STILL HOPE U COMMENT AND ESPECIALLY VOTE. TYSM.
-THIRD PERSON-
In the dimming glow of a late afternoon, a scant few days following the dawn of the New Year, Harry, (Y/n), Ron, and Ginny formed a quiet queue beside the crackling kitchen fire, preparing to embark on their journey back to Hogwarts. The Ministry had orchestrated a singular link to the Floo Network, ensuring a swift and secure return for the students. As the fireplace flickered, only Mrs. Weasley stood witness to the departure, for Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur were diligently engaged in their occupational pursuits.
Mrs. Weasley succumbed to a cascade of tears at the poignant moment of parting. Granted, it required minimal provocation to unleash her emotional torrent of late; tears had been both companion and confidante since Percy's stormy exit on Christmas Day, bespeckled spectacles bearing witness to the skirmish with mashed parsnip (an episode for which Fred, George, Ginny, and a distinctly irate (Y/n) all laid claim).
"Don't cry, Mum," consoled Ginny, gently patting Mrs. Weasley's back as the latter sobbed into her shoulder. "It's alright..."
"Yeah, don't worry about us," chimed in Ron, allowing his mother to bestow a particularly moist kiss on his cheek. "or about Percy. He's such a prat, it's not really a loss, is it?"
"He's spot on, Mum," (Y/n) interjected. "We understand you care for him, but he revels in playing the important. Spare not too much thought for him; you still have us—perhaps not as intelligent as him, but devoted nonetheless!" Mrs. Weasley's tears flowed more freely at this, prompting (Y/n) to envelop her in a comforting embrace. Subsequently, she turned her attention to Harry, who found himself embraced in her arms while tears continued to cascade.
"Promise me you'll look after yourself ... stay out of trouble ..."
"I always do, Mrs Weasley," said Harry. "I like a quiet life, you know me." A watery chuckle escaped her lips as she withdrew, while (Y/n) shook her head, suppressing laughter with a bitten lip. Harry, undeterred, winked mischievously at her.
"Be good, then, all of you..."
Harry ventured into the emerald flames, his voice resonating through the Weasleys' kitchen as he declared, "Hogwarts!" A fleeting glance captured the familiar sight of Mrs. Weasley's tear-stained face, etched in his memory just before the embers engulfed him. Spinning rapidly, he caught hazy glimpses of other wizarding rooms, whisked away before he could discern their details. Gradually slowing down, he came to a stop within the confines of Professor McGonagall's office fireplace, barely drawing a casual glance from the stern professor engrossed in her work.
