"She's a Potter. It's forbidden."
Harry and (y/n) Potter, the twins who lived are headed to Hogwarts for their first year, and so on. Unfolding the mysteries of Hogwarts and Voldemort, the twins seem to get into more and more trouble every year. It...
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OUTSIDE ON A NICE DAY, Y/n, Harry and Oliver stood outside. Oliver was preparing to tell the new first years on how Quidditch works, "Quidditch is easy enough to understand. Each time has seven players, 3 chasers, Y/n, you're one of 'em, 2 beaters, 1 keeper and a seeker that's you, Harry. There are three kinds of balls." Oliver says, picking up the red one, "This one's called the Quaffle. Now, the chasers, Y/n, again that's you, handle the Quaffle and try to put it through one of those three hoops." He says, pointing to the faraway pitch. "The keeper, that's me, defends the hoops. With me so far?" He asks.
"Think so." The twins say together, "What are those ones?" Y/n asks, pointing at the two squirming, chained down balls. "..You better take this." Oliver says, giving a bat to Y/n. Oliver bends down and releases one ball. It immediately shoots into the air with a growl, "Careful now, it's comin' back." Oliver says. The ball comes zooming down, Y/n hits it and sends it flying through a statue, "Eh, not bad, Potter, you'd make a fair beater." Oliver grins at Y/n who blushes slightly at the attention and smiles sheepishly, "...Uh-oh." Oliver says as the ball comes back down. Oliver manages to grab it and successfully chain it back up into the box.
"Bludger. Nasty little buggers. Alright, now Harry, the only ball I want you to worry about is this... the Golden Snitch." Oliver says and holds up a walnut sized golden ball. "I like this ball." Harry says, mouth agape causing his twin to giggle at him. "Ah, you like it now. Just wait. It's wicked fast and damn near impossible to see." Oliver laughs. "What do I do with it?" Harry frowns.
"You catch it... before the other team's seeker. You catch this, the game is over. You catch this, Harry, and we win." Grins Oliver as the ball sprouts wings and flies up into the air, Harry's eyes following it carefully, "Whoa." He mutters.
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In Professor Flitwick's class, whom was a very short man and is standing on a pile of books, Y/n and Harry sat together while Ron and Hermione sat together ― awkwardly to say the least.
"One of a wizard's most rudimentary skills is levitation, the ability to make objects fly. Uh, do you all have your feathers?" Flitwick asks. Hermione raises her feather and with a nod, the Professor continues, "Good. Now, uh, don't forget the nice wrist movement we've been practising, hmm? The swish and flick. Everyone." He orders. Everyone does it just as he wanted, "Good. And enunciate, Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then." He says.
"Wingardium Levio-saaa." Draco says, flicking his wand at the feather, "Useless feather." He mumbles when it doesn't work causing Y/n to laugh slightly, "What're you laughing at, Potter? You think I'm so funny, why don't you do it then." Draco scoffs at the girl whom just shrugs, "Okay." She mumbles. She clears her throat,
"Wingardium Leviosa." Y/n says clearly, flicking her wand. The feather slowly starts to float up, she guides her wand over to where Draco sat which was across her, the other side of the room. He scoffed loudly, feeling his cheeks start to heat up.
