Hogwart's Golden Girl - Reader Insert

Helena's Secret

Despite all that had happened, [Name] would enjoy her first week back at Hogwarts.

Unlike her brother.

For one, she was lucky. She didn't need to dodge out of sight when Gilderoy Lockhart came strutting down a corridor. Instead, she was left pleasantly alone on her walks around campus, except for the occasional, excited waves from passing Hufflepuffs, to a polite, but slightly confused wave back.

Two, Harry had difficulty avoiding Colin Creevey, who seemed to have memorised the Twin's timetable. Nothing seemed to give Colin a bigger thrill than to say, "All right, Harry? [Name]?" six or seven times a day and hear, "Hullo, Colin," back, however exasperated Harry sounded when he said it.

In contrast, [Name] was fond of Colin and her bright, "Hi Colin!" were always merrier and earned bigger smiles. Harry definitely suspected she was up to no good, as one day she slipped a delighted Colin one golden galleon with a wink and went, "Keep the change." When Harry asked what on earth that was about, she refused to tell him for once, explaining it would 'ruin the surprise'.

Regardless, both the Potter Twins were glad to reach the weekend, even if one of them had a better week than the other. She, Harry, Ron and Hermione planned to visit Hagrid that Saturday morning. Too early in the morning, in [Name's] opinion as Hermione had to bash a groaning and tousled hair [Name] with a pillow, many times, to rouse her from her dragon-like slumber.

"[Name], come on, you'll miss Harry's Quidditch practice!" She nudged her again. Only to watch [Name] drearily roll over and start to snore.

After a long, defeated sigh, Hermione strode over to the Owl's nest above the girl's bed and gently picked up Trinket to hold by [Name's] head. Apparently, owls had a sense of humour as Trinket, in a heinous act of treachery, shrieked.

"GAH!" [Name] scrambled herself away, clutching a ringing ear. "Fine, fine! I'm up! I'm up!"

It didn't take long for [Name], Ron and Hermione to go to the Great Hall, grab breakfast, and pick up a few croissants for Harry. ([Name] stuffed a bit too many pastries in her pockets.) Before long, the three were huddled snugly together for warmth in the Quidditch stands, breaths faintly visible as misty clouds.

Ron's freckled cheeks were faintly red but it was not from the September Morning's chill. Rather, his eyes kept flickering on and off [Name]'s green, very own, hand-made Mrs Weasley Sweater she was quite proudly adorning.

"Do you seriously have to wear that now? Christmas isn't until December," Ron grumbled. The red in his cheeks darkened to match his hair when both Hermione and [Name] exchanged a smile before laughing. He scrunched up his nose and lip. "Why're you two laughing?"

"Gosh, I thought [Name] was grumpy in the morning, you're getting annoyed over a jumper," Hermione snickered, hand over her mouth as she smiled. "It doesn't even look like a Christmas Jumper."

"I think I'm going to wear this more often. It's cosy and definitely worth wearing if it gets you this embarrassed," [Name] teased, cheekily prodding Ron in the side. He jumped before swatting at the two girls as they laughed away at his grumpiness.

"Bloody tossers..."

He tried to be upset at them, he really did, crossing his arms and sulking and grumbling. However... Ron was unfortunate enough to be positioned in the middle and crossing his arms left his torso vulnerable. The two girls knew he was ticklish, sharing the same thought with impish grins before they struck, jabbing his torso relentlessly from both sides with their pointer fingers, and Ron's suppressed and very long-overdue outburst of laughter was music to their ears.