!!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 : Another boring UNEDITED chapter, hope you comment and vote TYSM!!
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THIRD PERSON
Harry prowled the house all morning, consumed by a state of high anticipation, eagerly awaiting Kreacher's return. Meanwhile, (Y/n) sought to occupy herself, her mind a tangled mess of thoughts she desperately wished to clear. Determined to make their stay more bearable, she decided to tidy the drawing room, at least a little.
Ron groaned every time a cloud of dust hit his face, prompting (Y/n) to scold him, insisting he should help rather than simply complain.
Kreacher did not return that morning, nor did he appear in the afternoon.
By nightfall, Harry appeared both discouraged and anxious. Supper, consisting largely of moldy bread upon which Hermione and (Y/n) had tried a variety of unsuccessful Transfigurations, did nothing to improve the situation. Kreacher did not return the following day or the day after that. However, two cloaked men appeared in the square outside number twelve, and they remained there into the night, staring in the direction of the house they could not see.
"Death Eaters, for sure," said Ron, as he, (Y/n), Harry, and Hermione watched from the drawing room windows. "Reckon they know we're in here?"
"I don't think so," (Y/n) replied, and Hermione nodded, though she looked frightened.
"They'd have sent Snape in after us, wouldn't they?" (Y/n) continued.
"D'you reckon he's been in here and had his tongue tied by Moody's curse?" asked Ron.
"Yes," said Hermione, "otherwise he'd have been able to tell that lot how to get in, wouldn't he? But they're probably watching to see whether we turn up. They know that Harry owns the house, after all."
"How do they —?" began Harry.
"Wizarding wills are examined by the Ministry, remember? They'll know Sirius left you the place."
The presence of the Death Eaters outside cast an even more ominous shadow over the mood inside number twelve.
They had not heard a word from anyone beyond Grimmauld Place since Mr. Weasley's Patronus, and the strain was beginning to show. Restless and irritable, Ron had developed the annoying habit of fiddling with the Deluminator in his pocket. This particularly infuriated Hermione, who was whiling away the wait for Kreacher by studying The Tales of Beedle the Bard and did not appreciate the way the lights kept flashing on and off.
"Will you stop it!" she cried on the third evening of Kreacher's absence, as all light was sucked from the drawing room yet again.
"Sorry, sorry!" said Ron, clicking the Deluminator and restoring the lights. "I don't know I'm doing it!"
