Elizabeth Ann McKinnon, known as Lizzie, is the daughter of Marlene McKinnon and an unknown father, and best friend to our one and only Harry Potter.
When she is left on the doorstep of the Dursley's house with little Harry, she is brought unwillingly into the house, and is put to work at the youngest age possible, living in the cupboard and cleaning up after Dudley.
When Hagrid comes to take them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, they are in for a rough few years.
*All rights go to J.K. Rowling. Also please don't hate guys, this is a fanfiction, meaning it's going to be different from the actual story, also keep in Ming I'm 12, so cut me some slack.*
"You're different from what I expected," she said softly.
"How so?" he asked, glancing at her.
"I don't know," she replied, searching for the right words. "You just... have this way of making people feel like they matter. Even here, in this... nightmare."
He was quiet for a moment before responding. "You matter, Y/n. Don't forget that."
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Y/n wakes up in the deadly Squid Game, surrounded by strangers and fighting to survive. What she doesn't know is that the mysterious Frontman is watching her every move through the cameras- and she's caught his attention.