y/n is not your average girl, constantly finding herself in trouble. With the same scar as the famous Harry Potter but placed on the back of her neck, it is clear she has her own destiny she needs to fulfill.
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y/n pov:
I let out a frusturated sigh as I try to guide Harry and I through the busy streets of Diagon Alley to find our way back to Hermione and Ron, I look behind me and to my surprise Harry is no longer behind me. I quickly turn back around and continue to way I was already headed.
"Harry knows his way around, I'm sure he will know where he is" I mumble to myself looking down at the ground.
Before I can bring my head back up I feel myself collide with another person, I close my eyes bracing myself for the impact of falling to the ground but it never came. I slowly open my eyes and they meet with a familiar pair of brown eyes.
"Fred" I say a large smile spread across my face as I notice who it is
"You alright love?" He questions a playful but concerned look on face
I quickly realize that his arms are around my waist and I soon feel my cheeks heat up, before he can take any notice to this I remove myself from his grip and give him a warm smile.
"Yes, Thank you for erm- saving me" I say awkardly while scratching the back of my head.
Fred let's out a small laugh as he takes notice to how nervous I was.
"I think Ron and them are by Honeydukes" Fred says clearly trying to change the subject.
"Huh oh yeah right thanks" I mumble as I walk past him into the direction of Honeydukes.
"I'm such a bloody idiot" I think to myself.
Finally after what seems like ages I find my group of friends inside the oh so famous Honeydukes. I quickly head into the store the smell of candy and sweets overwhelming my senses, I make eye contact with Hermione and she waves me over I quickly smile and rush over to my friends.
-TIME SKIP-
y/n pov:
as I make my way onto platform 9 3/4 I take notice to medium-sized black dog who seemed to almost be staring at me. For some reason the dog felt familiar to me, it felt safe. Thedog happily walks over to me and cuddles against my leg I let out a giggle and pet the top of it's head.
"y/n come along dear you don't want to miss the train" Molly calls out to me.
My head shoots up to the giant clock at Kings Cross Station and I realize I only have five minutes left to board the Hogwarts Express. I give the dog one last pet and quickly gather my things and run in between platforms 9 and 10.
As I get on to the platform I'm in awe at the beautiful scarlet train, yes I've been on it and seen it before but it never fails to take my breath away, I'm brought out of my thoughts from a tap on the shoulder I turn around to see who it was and it's none other then Fred Weasley.
