!!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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Author's Note: THIS CHAPTER IS UNEDITED. PLEASE DO NOT KILL ME BECAUSE I AM NOT REALLY GOOD AT WRITING FIGHTING SCENES. I STRUGGLED WITH THAT. LOL.
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-THIRD PERSON-
(Y/n) took a deep breath, her eyes following Harry's disappearing figure through the portrait hole. There was a sense of reassurance within her – he was Harry, after all, and he had a way of navigating through danger. Turning to Hermione and Ron, who clutched the Marauder's Map and the tiny bottle of golden potion, she prepared to address the task at hand.
"Alright, listen up," (Y/n) declared, determination resonating in her tone. "Harry assigned us a mission, and we're going to see it through. Hermione, focus on Malfoy and Snape. Utilize the Map. Ron, head upstairs and find Neville. We can count on him. I'll fetch Ginny. Hermione, keep an eye on the Map, alright? We need to be ready for anything."
Hermione nodded.
Ron fidgeted with the vial of Felix Felicis in his hand. "Do you reckon Harry will be alright? Chasing a Horcrux with Dumbledore sounds like a dangerous feat."
(Y/n) smiled kindly at Ron. "Harry knows what he's doing. Dumbledore is by his side, and he vowed to return for us. We have to trust him. Our role is to stay alert and adhere to his instructions."
Ron bit the inside of his cheeks, absorbing her words.
"I'll go get Ginny now, and Ron, off you go to find Nev," (Y/n) instructed.
"Alright," Ron acknowledged.
(Y/n) hurried to the girls' dormitory, eager to find Ginny's room. Once located, she knocked firmly three times. The door swung open, revealing a girl with black hair.
"Sabrina, what -"
"Where's Ginny?" (Y/n) interrupted, ignoring the girl's admiring gaze and unfinished question.
"I dunno, but I think she's in the library studying for-" The girl's words were cut off as (Y/n) turned abruptly without thanking her, descending the staircase in a rush. She manoeuvred past students on their way to the dormitories, not pausing to explain herself to the questioning glances. Time was of the essence; she needed to fetch Ginny quickly for them to formulate a plan in the common room.
