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Harry Potter

For Ally_Rose_16 ! I hope you like it! :)

Y/Ns POV

"Ron, I swear, give me my music back!" I yelled, chasing him around the Gryfindor common room.

"I just wanna see it, sis!" He teased, poking his tongue out.

When I was five months old, my parents dropped me off at the Burrow. They wanted me to live a happy and safe life. Mum-well, Molly Weasley- gladly took me in and raised me as a Weasley. I'm not sure where my biological parents are right now... Or if they're even alive, but I'm lucky to be apart of such a loving adoptive family.

"Ooooh, you're writing music?"

I snapped back into reality, seeing that Ron was looking at my sheet music intently.

"What's that, Ron?"

My eyes widened when I saw Harry walk towards him. I have had a crush on Harry for so long, since first year I think. But alas, he has a thing for Cho. Of course he does. But that song... It's possibly based off him... And I possibly wrote that at the top...

Just as Harry reached for it, I ran towards Ron and ripped out of his hands. "If you could keep your hands out of my stuff that would be much appreciated, thank you."

Ron just smirked at me and wiggled his eyebrows. He and Hermione were the only ones who knew I liked Harry. I just rolled my eyes and tried to ignore my burning cheeks.

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"Don't you dare talk to him like that!"

I was in DADA, and Neville was hunched over in his chair, trying to hold back tears. Umbridge just insulted Neville's parents, saying how they made such a stupid mistake, not thinking about their son when they refused to say information, and that they should be ashamed of what their son is becoming.

"You just earned yourself two weeks of detention!"

"You're such a bi-"

"Four weeks!"

I sat back down next to Harry and wiped my face with my hands. He just looked at me in complete shock. "Y/N, do you know what detention is like with that hag?!"

"I'll live," I sighed, shaking my head. "I hope."

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I stood outside the door to Umbridge's office, contemplating whether I should actually step foot in that hell hole. I took a deep breath and opened the door, only to be suffocated with the smell of perfume and blinded by all the pink.

"You finally decided to show up!" She exclaimed, picking up a quill and handing it to me.

"You know, you're mummy and daddy would be very disappointed."

"My parents love me." I snarled.

"Oh, not them, darling." She giggled. "Your real parents. No wonder they gave you up in the first place, and a good choice they made."

I stood there, shocked. "How do y-"

"Student records." She replied. She smiled evilly and nodded towards the chair. "Sit."

I stared at her, wanting to rip her throat out. I slowly sat down, and looked to her for further instruction. She placed a piece of parchment in front of me. "Write 'I will not defend my friends.'"

I glared at her before looking around. "I need ink to write this."

"No you don't!" She laughed. I stared at her, confused, before shrugging my shoulders and writing the sentences.