IMAGINES AND PREFERENCES

Harry Potter-requested by @JulzLovDraco4Eva

You adjusted your Gryffindor tie as you hurried through the castle corridors, a familiar warmth blooming in your chest. Hogwarts had become your haven, a place where you truly belonged despite your upbringing. Reaching the potions classroom, you spotted a flash of messy black hair and grinned. Sixth year was proving to be quite the adventure, especially with Harry by your side. You'd always felt a strange connection to him, an unspoken understanding that went beyond friendship.
Professor Slughorn's lecture on Befuddlement Potion was momentarily forgotten as you and Harry exchanged knowing glances. Dumbledore's plan was risky, but you trusted your Headmaster's judgment. Retrieving a specific memory from Slughorn felt crucial, and with Harry by your side, you were confident you could achieve it.
As planned, you feigned disinterest during the lesson, only to strategically position yourselves near Slughorn later. Your shared laugh after a particularly witty remark by George was the cue. With a wink at Harry, you subtly cast a Befuddlement Charm on Slughorn, successfully muddling his senses.
Working in tandem, you and Harry expertly coaxed the desired memory from the befuddled professor. It was a delicate task, requiring finesse and unspoken teamwork – a skill you and Harry possessed in abundance. As Slughorn's befuddlement cleared, a flicker of surprise crossed his features before he settled back into his usual demeanor. You and Harry retreated from the classroom, chests pounding with a mixture of relief and exhilaration.
"We make a great team, you and I," Harry grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
You couldn't help but grin back. "We are, aren't we?"

•••
Tears streamed down Y/N's face as Hermione wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulders. The loss of Dumbledore was a crushing blow, a gaping hole left where their wise mentor once stood. Across the room, Harry leaned against Ron, his own grief a heavy weight in the air. It was in this atmosphere of shared sorrow that Ron, his eyes scanning the room, stumbled upon a vial nestled amongst Dumbledore's belongings.
A label scrawled in familiar handwriting sent shivers down their spines: "Dumbledore's Memory for Y/N & Harry, Please Look At It." With trembling hands, they uncorked the vial, a pensive shimmer emanating from within. As they stepped into the memory, a gasp escaped Y/N's lips.
The scene unfolded, revealing a younger Lily Potter cradling twins – one with emerald eyes, the other with startlingly familiar hazel eyes. The memory ended with a whispered plea to keep them safe. Silence echoed in the office as the memory faded. Harry's eyes welled up, a joyous smile breaking through his grief. "We're twins, Y/N! We're family!"
A mixture of emotions washed over Y/N. Anger at the Malfoys' lies battled with a surge of happiness – she wasn't alone. Relief intertwined with a newfound determination.
"They lied to me all this time," Y/N whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Harry pulled her into a hug, his own tears mingling with hers. "But you're not alone anymore. We have each other." In that shared moment of grief and revelation, a powerful bond solidified. They weren't just Gryffindors united against a common enemy; they were brother and sister, destined to face whatever darkness loomed together.
"We'll defeat him, Y/N," Harry vowed, his voice firm with newfound resolve. "Together, no matter what. Thanks to our big brother and sister bond."
Y/N nodded fiercely, a newfound strength burning in her hazel eyes. They had each other, a truth more powerful than any spell. Together, they would honor Dumbledore's memory and fight for a future free from Voldemort's tyranny.