!!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 New Beginning
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Autumn breezed in with swift elegance, catching us by surprise. Before my awareness could fully embrace it, the long-awaited day had dawned—the first of September. Yet, as the day unfolded, a peculiar uncertainty settled within me. Initially, there was an exuberant joy when my twin, Ron, and I received our acceptance letters from Hogwarts. That night was restless, filled with fervent prayers that the moment my eyes opened, it would indeed be the first of September. However, as we now embarked on the journey, the emotions were different, a mix of excitement and an unfamiliar shade of melancholy. It was thrilling, yet not quite akin to the euphoria of receiving that acceptance letter.
The grand honor of entering Hogwarts lay not only in the confirmation of my magical abilities but also in the unveiling of the path ahead—the career that awaited. Perhaps this is why my emotional symphony played a unique tune. Uncertainty lingered—would I meet my parents' academic expectations? Would I measure up to the coolness of Bill and Charlie or the humorous intelligence of Fred and George? Or even attain half the brilliance of Percy or the reliability of Ron?
"You know, sis? Tomorrow's the day, but I don't feel any excitement anymore," Ron confessed to me last night. After dinner, he lingered in my room, just across from his. Even unspoken, the connection between us made it palpable. Maybe it was the twin bond or our open communication that made deciphering his emotions almost instinctual.
Uncertain of what to say, I offered a reassuring smile, "We'll be fine, especially you. You'll do just great."
His skepticism lingered, understandable given our history of teasing. But there was truth in what I said. Ron, despite occasional idiocy and insensitivity, was undeniably a cool kid—I just refrained from spelling it out, lest he morph into some cocky character.
"How can you be so sure about that?" he queried. "I'm not even as funny as Fred and George, as cool as Bill and Charlie, as intelligent as Percy, or as mature as you. I'll make myself as idiotic as my stupid Rat," he added, glancing at his fat and old rat named Scabbers, nestled on his lap. I cast a fleeting glance at the creature with an expression akin to encountering a patch of mud. Scabbers was never a favorite. Yet, steering back to Ron's words, the undeniable twin connection resonated in our shared sentiments.
"You're right about everything," he gazed at me in disbelief, "except for one thing... you're you..." I whispered, prompting a puzzled look from him, as if my words were a maze. My gaze shifted to the window, still ajar; the moon cast its glow, and stars sparkled like diamonds.
He waited for me to continue.
"You're not as funny as Fred and George, but you have the trait to make us all laugh and happy. You're not as cool as Bill and Charlie, but you have the trait that makes me look up to you. You aren't as intelligent as Percy because you're good at being stupid—don't give me that look; I'm just telling the truth. But yeah, you see... you are the right amount of stupidity and awkwardness. You have the qualities that make up the perfect you. And I'm telling you, you won't make yourself an idiot. If you do, you're not the only one because you have me. We'll be two," I added with a laugh.
