(Y/n) still felt out of place in the magical world, even though she'd spent an entire year here since dying in the real one. Magic never failed to amaze her, yet there was still so much she didn't understand, despite her countless hours spent pouring over books about the world she now inhabited. Every now and then, her thoughts would drift back to her parents, the ones she had left behind. She missed them deeply, sometimes crying herself to sleep, the ache of that separation still as raw as ever. And Fred and George weren't helping matters at all. The Weasley twins seemed to find endless amusement in teasing her, constantly bringing up that moment on the platform where she'd kissed Harry on the cheek. They'd hum wedding bells the second she stepped into a room, making her cheeks burn with embarrassment. As if that weren't enough, she'd started to notice Harry-really notice him. There was something about him that she now found undeniably attractive, and it stirred up a whirlwind of conflicting emotions inside her. Everything about her new life left her feeling torn-unsure of her place, her feelings, or how to make sense of this strange and wondrous world.
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