Between Two Worlds: The Weasley Intervention

Chapter 1 : The Girl Who Leapt Through Worlds

 Navier Grace's fingers trembled as she turned the final page of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" for what must have been the hundredth time. Tears streamed down her face, leaving dark spots on the well-worn pages. The words blurred before her eyes, but she knew them by heart:

"Fred's eyes stared without seeing, the ghost of his last laugh still etched upon his face."

A sob escaped her lips, echoing in the quiet of her small college dorm room. At twenty years old, Navier knew she should have outgrown this obsession. But the magic of J.K. Rowling's world had captivated her since childhood, becoming a lifeline through years of loneliness and struggle.

She closed the book gently, running her fingers over the faded cover. The clock on her nightstand blinked 2:37 AM, reminding her of the early class she had in a few hours. With a sigh, Navier set the book on her crowded shelf, alongside dozens of other Harry Potter-related items: wands, house scarves, and a collection of essays she'd written analyzing the series.

As a literature major, Navier had found countless ways to incorporate her passion for Harry Potter into her studies. Her professors praised her insightful analyses, even if they sometimes urged her to broaden her literary horizons. But for Navier, no other books could compare to the world of Hogwarts and the characters she'd grown to love.

Especially Fred Weasley.

Navier flopped onto her bed, hugging her pillow tight. "It's not fair," she whispered into the darkness. "Why did you have to die, Fred? Why couldn't I save you?"

She knew it was ridiculous to feel this way about a fictional character. Her roommate, on the rare occasions she was around, often teased her about her "imaginary boyfriend." But to Navier, Fred was more than just words on a page. His humor, his loyalty, his zest for life – they all resonated with her on a deep level. In her dreams, she'd often found herself at Hogwarts, laughing at Fred's jokes in the Gryffindor common room or helping him and George with their latest prank.

As sleep began to overtake her, Navier made the same wish she'd made countless times before: "I wish I could save you, Fred. I wish I could change your story."

The world around her began to blur, the familiar surroundings of her dorm room fading away. Navier barely registered the strange sensation, assuming she was drifting into another Harry Potter-themed dream. But as the spinning intensified, a jolt of panic shot through her. This felt different. More real. More...magical.

Suddenly, she was falling through darkness, wind rushing past her ears. Navier screamed, her arms flailing wildly as she tried to grab onto something, anything. But there was nothing but empty space around her.

Just as abruptly as it began, the falling sensation stopped. Navier found herself sprawled on a hard surface, her eyes squeezed shut in fear. Slowly, cautiously, she opened them.

The sight that greeted her made her gasp.

She was lying on a cobblestone street, surrounded by crooked buildings with colorful storefronts. Owls perched on signposts, and people in long robes hurried past, carrying packages and wands. A nearby shop window displayed a broomstick with a sign that read "Nimbus 2000 – Fastest Model Yet!"

Navier's heart pounded in her chest as she slowly stood up, her legs shaky beneath her. This couldn't be real. It was impossible. And yet...

"Watch where you're going, young lady!" a gruff voice called out. Navier spun around to see a short, grumpy-looking goblin glaring at her from the steps of an imposing white marble building. Her jaw dropped as she read the words engraved above the bronze doors: