REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!
- and everyday, I feel myself falling more and more for you.
these are harry potter imagines and one-shots. slip yourself into the shoes of the main character, and fall for those of your choice.
"Y/n, a letter came for you in the mail!" Your parents call you from your room, giving a yawn.
"Who is it from mum?" You call as you hobble down the stairs, wiping at your face.
"We're not sure, there isn't a return address." Your father calls back from the kitchen, a coffee cup no doubt littering in his hands.
"Right," you make a bound for the carefully sealed envelope on the table. "You didn't open it did you?"
You raise an eyebrow, checking for any sign of tearing. "How would we have sealed it again? You're the only person in this family with magical powers remember?" He gives a seething grin and your eye colour reflects back at you.
"Sometimes I wonder," you pull a chair out and force yourself not to rip the entire envelope.
It could be anyone. But who?
Both parents are peering over with curiosity as you unseal the envelope with a smile.
A smaller red crimson envelope falls from the first, a golden letter stamped along the left corner. W, "for Weasley." You mutter with a smile, picking it up.
Your parents toss each-other raised eyebrows but don't say a word.
Immediately the letter begins with a familiar voice, calling you.
"Y/n, we were wondering..." you hear the voice of Molly Weasley trail off, and then the sound of her chewing out Fred and George.
You give a small laugh at the Howler, your parents watching with their own amusement. The background of the Weasley house-hold becomes increasingly quiet.
"Thank you. Now that that's settled... y/n, Arthur and I were wondering if you and your family would like to visit us for a weekend?"
You easily catch Ginny's voice, "Ron has been dying to see you." Your cheeks flush and your hands begin to shake underneath the table at the mention of his name.
"We've left a port-key for you on the end of your street if you decide to show up dear."
The note ends with a small amount of banter between the family and the Howler falls silent.
You raise an eyebrow, glancing around the room. "What do you think? You've met the family before."
Your parents both raise their shoulders in an answer and you sigh.
"Wait- they left a magical object on the end of our street but couldn't be bothered to ask us in person?"
"You're talking to the same family who made Dudley Dursley's tongue swell up because he was being an arse to Harry Potter. They didn't want to scare you." You nod your head, knowing the entire ordeal makes sense to your parents.
You tend to tell them everything. "Are they the red haired family we met while getting your school supplies last year?" Your father finally pipes up with a little smile.
"Yes, that's them." You clap your hands with a little smile, watching their expressions switch.
They go from distant to consideration with a quick moment. "Do you know when this port-key will disappear? We'd like to be packed before then."
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