Y/N returned home for the holidays, eager to spend time with her dads, Crowley and Aziraphale. The comfort of home was a welcome respite after the whirlwind of her first term at Hogwarts. As she stepped through the front door of their cozy, eclectic house, she was greeted by the familiar, comforting scents of old books and fresh flowers.
"Y/N, darling!" Aziraphale called out, his face lighting up with a warm smile as he hurried to embrace her. "We've missed you so much."
Crowley, leaning against the doorframe with his usual casual demeanor, smirked. "Welcome back, kiddo. How's the magical world treating you?"
Y/N grinned, hugging Aziraphale tightly before turning to Crowley for a hug as well. "It's been amazing, really. But I missed you both too."
They spent the evening catching up, Y/N recounting stories of her adventures, the classes she enjoyed, and the friends she'd made. But as the days went by, she found herself growing increasingly distracted, her thoughts drifting back to Hogwarts and, more specifically, to Pandora.
One evening, as they sat together in the living room, Y/N couldn't contain her feelings any longer. She glanced at her dads, who were quietly reading by the fire, and took a deep breath. "Dad, Papa, can I talk to you about something?"
Aziraphale looked up from his book, concern in his eyes. "Of course, dear. What's on your mind?"
Crowley set down his glass of wine, giving Y/N his full attention. "What's up, kiddo?"
Y/N fidgeted with the hem of her sweater, trying to find the right words. "I've... I've been thinking a lot about someone I met at Hogwarts. Her name is Pandora."
Aziraphale's expression softened, and he exchanged a knowing glance with Crowley. "Pandora Lovegood, isn't it? You've mentioned her before."
Y/N nodded, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at the mention of Pandora's name. "Yeah. We've become really close friends. But... I think it's more than that. I miss her a lot, and it's not just because we're friends."
Crowley leaned forward, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully behind his sunglasses. "So, you think you have feelings for her?"
Y/N sighed, nodding. "Yes. I didn't realize how much I cared about her until I came home. Every time I think about Hogwarts, she's the first thing that comes to mind. I just... I don't know what to do about it."
Aziraphale reached out, taking Y/N's hand in his. "It's perfectly natural to feel this way, darling. Love and affection are wonderful parts of life. What's important is understanding your feelings and deciding how you want to express them."
Crowley smirked, but his tone was gentle. "And don't let fear hold you back. If Pandora means that much to you, it's worth exploring. Even if it doesn't go the way you hope, at least you'll know you tried."
Y/N bit her lip, feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety. "But what if she doesn't feel the same way? I don't want to ruin our friendship."
Aziraphale smiled reassuringly. "True friendship can withstand a lot, Y/N. If she's as wonderful as you say, she'll appreciate your honesty, no matter the outcome."
Crowley nodded in agreement. "And if she doesn't feel the same, you'll still have us. You'll always have a place here, and you'll always have our support."
Y/N felt a weight lift from her shoulders. She was grateful for her dads' unwavering support and their wise advice. "Thanks, Dad, Papa. You've given me a lot to think about."
Aziraphale squeezed her hand gently. "Take your time, dear. There's no rush. Follow your heart, and remember we're here for you, no matter what."
Crowley leaned back, a proud smile tugging at his lips. "That's our girl. You'll figure it out."
That night, as Y/N lay in bed, she thought about Pandora. She missed her friend's laughter, her quirky insights, and the warmth of her presence. She realized that her feelings were more than a passing fancy—they were real and deep.
The next morning, Y/N made a decision. She would return to Hogwarts with a renewed sense of purpose. She wouldn't let fear hold her back any longer. She would talk to Pandora, tell her how she felt, and see where things went. It was a risk, but one worth taking.
As the holidays drew to a close, Y/N hugged her dads tightly, thanking them for their support. Crowley ruffled her hair affectionately. "Go get 'em, kiddo."
Aziraphale kissed her forehead. "We'll be here when you need us, my dear. Remember, love is a journey, not a destination."
With her heart full of hope and determination, Y/N boarded the Hogwarts Express, ready to face whatever awaited her. She was nervous but also excited. No matter what happened, she knew she had the love and support of her family. And that made all the difference.
