Aside from the peculiar interaction with Harry, Ginny and George, Y/N's day was full of helping Molly. While George, Fred and Arthur were outside setting up the make-shift wedding venue for Bill's and Fleur's wedding, the women were placed in the kitchen. What a surprise. Molly was the head of the kitchen group, giving instructions to Ginny, Hermione and Y/N. Ginny was whisking some batter while Hermione was cutting furiously the vegetables for whatever dish Molly had planned and Y/N was washing the utensils that were dirtied in the process. With a sigh, she watched Hermione put more knives and spoons in the sink. Of course, they could all use magic to do the tasks but they chose not to, for authenticity. Y/N had a lovely view outside where she could see her fiancée working on bringing the chairs. His bandaged wounds were in full view which made her sigh again. "Something on your mind, dear?" Molly questioned, a bowl and a whisk in her hand and a smile on her face. Y/N smiled and shook her head. "It's nothing, just over-worrying." She responded and continued scrubbing a pan. "Ah yes, I was also like that when I was younger. You know, you really remind me of myself before I married Arthur. Sharp, kind, always present in the moment. It changes by age, dear," Molly spoke, her focus on the bowl. Y/N just nodded along, the woman's words worrying her even more.
The evening was perfect for the wedding with no wind, no clouds in sight and a warm late summer breeze to accompany the happy occasion. Y/N and George had parted after George and Fred occupied the dance floor while she mingled around with Harry, Hermione and Ron. Y/N met many familiar faces and new ones to whom she was introduced to quickly. She had a dancw with George as well, enjoying another quiet moment with him. "I love you," George mumbled when the slow song was coming to an end. "I love you more, love," Y/N replied with a smile and kissed his nose before skipping to Harry, Ron and Hermione who were seated at the side of the white tent. "Do you have any idea where the first Horcrux might be?" Y/N questioned Harry after Ron and Hermione had left to do something. "No." Harry's answer was vague. "Harry, are you still mad at me?" She asked, her good mood dropping. Harry didn't answer. "Alright then..." They fell into an uncomfortable silence. Minutes passed and Hermione and Ron returned, slightly dishevelled. Before they could say anything, the party was interrupted. Dark smoke swooshed around the Burrow and then went on to attack the venue. Everybody screamed and scurried to the Burrow. Y/N lost sight of George immediately as Hermione quickly grabbed floo powder from somewhere. "Quick, hold on to me." In a moment they were in London, in the middle of the street.
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y/n at hogwarts
Hayran Kurguy/n, a fifth-year student at hogwarts, getting into all sorts of trouble. who knows what might happen to her during her stay? this was written with @langeok. everything is satire. all rights go to their rightful owners, please don't sue us 🙏 the co...
