{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭} Lexi Hooper has been a Harry Potter fan since the very start. One day, Lexi and her friend decide to go to King's Cross station for a memorable cosplay. But what started as a joke, turns out to be both Lexi's dream and her nightmare. Just for a laugh, Lexi starts to run towards the wall between platform 9 and 10, careful not to hit it too hard. But the shocking part is that the wall disappears and she passes the barrier, suddenly finding herself in platform 9 3/4. At first she thinks that she's just dreaming and goes with the flow. But when she figures out that everything is as real as it can get, Lexi realizes that she has the power to change everything and save everyone; because she knows exactly what is going to happen next and how to stop it, even though she is just a Muggle.

{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟰} By the time the first Wizarding War came to an end, Jenna Potter had lost everyone she had and the love of her life was sent to Azkaban for a crime he hadn't even committed. And so, she ran away in order to forget all about her painful past. But after twelve years, Jenna comes upon a news, stating that the infamous murderer, Sirius Black, has escaped prison. Only learning that her nephew was still alive and known all over the world as The Boy Who Lived, Jenna moves back to England to fulfill her duty as Harry Potter's godmother. But in hopes of unraveling the truth and proving that Sirius had been innocent all along, she goes undercover as Crookshanks. And so, with the help of Padfoot, they embark upon a new journey together, never intending to let one another go as the promise of a second wizarding war arrives.

Sawyer Foster loved rules. She craved the structure of the law, the security of knowing what was to be done. Her uniform was always put on perfectly, her black hair always in a tight ponytail at the top of her head, which could often be seen swinging back and forth and she walked from class to class. Her bright blue eyes were always lined perfectly, her nails painted a neutral color. Fred Weasley loved chaos. He lived for the look of shock in someone's eyes, the smile that formed on their lips, the laughter in their voice. He was rarely seen apart from his twin brother, George, and he wouldn't have it any other way. He frequented detention, and never donned his uniform except when absolutely necessary. There were very few people that were more different than Sawyer Foster and Fred Weasely. However, how easy is it to find common ground? How easy is it to get along? How easy is it to fall in love?