⊹ ࣪ ˖ My chosen one ⊹ ࣪ ˖ [ Harry Potter x Y/n ]

⋆𐙚₊New beginnings ⋆𖹭๋

My mother wrapped my brother and me in warm bear hugs, the familiar scent of lavender clinging to her sweater as she peppered our faces with playful kisses.

"My beautiful daughter, all grown up. Don't forget to take care of the cat and write to us as often as you can. We'll miss you so, so much," Mrs. Diggory said, her voice catching in her throat as she hugged me a little tighter. Her embrace, comforting and suffocating all at once, made my heart tingle."

As the train arrived, the Diggory siblings exchanged their final goodbyes to their family and boarded the crowded train

I glanced at Cedric, who stood with a lopsided smile, trying to look relaxed but failing miserably. He had always been the protective one—too protective sometimes, but I couldn't deny it felt good knowing he cared.

As the train's whistle blew, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbled in my stomach. I had to prove to him, to myself, that I could stand on my own.

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t want to sit with me and my friends?” Cedric asked, that familiar flicker of concern flashing in his eyes.

I flashed him a grin, more confident than I felt. “I’m perfectly capable of finding my own compartment, thank you very much,”I teased, stepping away before he could protest further. The words felt braver than I was, but he didn’t need to know that.

As I walked away, head held high, my confidence was quickly shattered when I bumped into someone, hard.

"Ouch!" I muttered, rubbing my forehead as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going," I stammered, offering a hand to the red-headed boy in front of me.

"No worries," he said with a crooked grin. "My brothers left me in the dust again, I have no one to sit with."

I chuckled, trying to hide my embarrassment. "I’m Y/n Diggory. Want to sit together? Maybe we can find an empty compartment."

Ron’s grin widened. "Yeah, I’d like that."

In the corner of my eye, I noticed a boy with messy black hair sitting alone in a compartment. His emerald eyes seemed distant, like he was lost in thought.

"Do you mind if we sit with you?" I asked, smiling to hide my nerves. I could feel Ron fidgeting behind me.

The boy’s eyes met mine for a moment, his cheeks flushing slightly before he quickly looked away. "Uh, yeah, sure. I don’t mind," he said softly.

As Ron and I stepped into the compartment, the boy hesitated. " I... I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

Ron’s eyes went wide, his face lighting up with awe. "No way! You’re really Harry Potter? I’ve only seen you in book shops and newspapers, but I never thought I’d actually meet you in real life. I'm definitely going to brag about this to Fred and George -" Ron rambled, oblivious to Harry’s discomfort, before he felt Y/n's hand clasping his mouth

Harry's eyes shifted across the compartment awkwardly. "Uh… thanks? I guess," he mumbled.

Ron, still grinning like he couldn’t believe his luck, gave Harry a nod. "Sorry mate, that kinda came out weird." Harry gave a small, smile. In return,

"I’m Y/n Diggory," Y/n said with a friendly smile, gesturing to herself before motioning toward Ron. "And this is Ron Weasley."

“So, Harry,” Y/n started, hoping to make him feel more at ease, “is this your first time on the train?”

Harry nodded, fiddling with his glasses. “Yeah, first time. I’m kind of… "Well, I didn’t even know I was a wizard until a few weeks ago."

Ron’s jaw dropped. “Wait, you didn’t know?”

Harry shrugged. “I was living with my aunt and uncle. They… uh, didn’t really tell me anything.”

Ron blinked, his face a mixture of shock and confusion. “Blimey, that’s mad! My mum wouldn’t stop talking about Hogwarts the moment I was old enough to understand. She still talks my ear off about it now.”

I chuckled, imagining Mrs. Weasley fussed over her children. “My brother Cedric never stopped bragging about it either. He’s in Hufflepuff fourth-year now. I  hope I can get into Hufflepuff with him,”

Ron raised an eyebrow. “ My brothers are all in Gryffindor. Fred and George keep saying I’ve got to live up to their reputation, but I don't know.”

“What about you, Harry? Any idea where you might end up?” Ron asked, leaning in, clearly curious.

“I’m not sure,” Harry said quietly. “Everyone keeps saying Gryffindor is great, but… I dunno.”

“We'll figure it out,” I said, offering him a reassuring smile. “No matter where we end up, it’s about what you do that matters, right?”

Ron nodded. “Yeah, she’s right. Plus, you’ve already got the whole ‘Kicked the Dark Lords butt as a baby’ thing going for you. Doesn’t matter where you are, That’s legendary.”

Harry looked down at his lap, smiling shyly but still seeming embarrassed with the praise.

Just as Ron began to show us a spell his brothers had taught him, the compartment door slid open again, and a girl with wild, bushy hair appeared in the doorway. She had an air of authority about her, with her arms crossed and her eyebrows raised like she was ready to critique the entire train.

"Have you all seen a toad? A boy named Neville lost one," she said briskly, her sharp gaze scanning the room. Then, her eyes widened slightly when she spotted Harry.

"Holy cricket, you’re Harry Potter!" she exclaimed, her voice a mixture of awe and pride as she’d just solved some great mystery. "I’m Hermione Granger,"

Harry gave a small, awkward smile, clearly not used to this kind of attention. But before he could reply, Hermione turned to Ron.

"And you are?" she asked, with the same level of formality as she was interviewing him for a job.

"Ronald Weasley," Ron replied, puffing out his chest a little.

"Pleasure." Hermione wrinkled her nose. "You’ve got dirt on your nose. Did you know that?"

Ron’s face immediately flushed as he rubbed at his nose, looking flustered. "What? No, I—" He shot her an annoyed look. "Well, thanks for pointing that out."

"I was actually about to show my friends a really super duper cool amazing spell before you rudely interrupted," Ron added, clearly trying to regain some dignity.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, her arms still crossed. "Oh, really? Let’s see then."

Ron looked a bit thrown off by her boldness, but not one to back down. He waved his wand with too much enthusiasm. "Sunshine daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" he shouted, clearly hoping for something spectacular.

Nothing happened. Scabbers, his rat, remained very much gray and very much unimpressed.

Hermione blinked, my lips twitching my best not to laugh. "Are you sure that’s a real spell? Well," she said, smirking now, "it’s not very good, is it?"

Ron’s ears turned as red as his hair. "I—I got it from Fred and George!" he sputtered, trying to defend himself.

"Ah, isn't that just brilliant," Hermione replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, if you don’t mind..." She pulled out her wand, and with a flick, Harry’s crooked glasses were instantly repaired. "Oculus Reparo!" she said smugly, looking rather pleased with herself.

Ron gawked at her for a second, then scowled. "Know it all," he muttered under his breath.

Hermione, clearly hearing him, raised her chin. "Well I’d rather be a know it all than a know nothing at all."

Ron opened his mouth to retort, but I burst out laughing, unable to contain it any longer. The look on his face, half offended, half sheepish, was priceless.

Ron groaned. "Oh, great. I've already made an archenemess, and we’re not even at school yet," Ron mumbled, clearly disgruntled

Hermione shot Ron a final pointed look before turning on her heel and heading out of the compartment. The door slid shut behind her with a soft click, leaving the three of us in an awkward silence.

Ron huffed, folding his arms and glaring after her. "Well, she was… something."

Harry, who had been sitting quietly throughout the exchange, let out a chuckle, his green eyes sparkling with amusement.
"She does kind of remind me of my Aunt Petunia when she gets like that."

I smirked, glancing between him and the door. "You guys bicker like an old married couple."

Ron’s ears turned bright red, his expression a mix of indignation and disbelief. "Me? Married to that bushy-haired, snaggle-toothed bookworm?" he exclaimed, clearly flustered by the thought.

I raised an eyebrow, shooting him a sly grin. "I thought she was quite pretty. I think you’re just bitter that you got burned to a crisp," I teased.

Ron spluttered, "I did not get burned!"

Harry, who had been quietly observing the exchange, couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. His chuckle echoed through the compartment, and for the first time, he looked genuinely amused.

"Face it, Ron, she got you good," I added, still grinning.

Ron groaned dramatically, sinking into his seat. "Great, now I’ve got three of you against me."

"There there, Ron, don't be so salty." I patted his shoulder.

That's it for this chapter, my children, Love yaa

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