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Harry Potter x Reader Series

First Year Chapter 3: The Hogwarts Express

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and Ron arrive on the Hogwarts Express and meet a familiar boy with a strange lightning scar

Warnings: Brief mention of parental death

Word Count: 6,362

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The morning of the first of September, (Y/N) woke up early. Much earlier than usual.

She had barely slept the night before, as she was a bundle of nerves. (Y/N) was rather impatient in the weeks that followed her trip to Diagon Alley, eagerly waiting for the first of September, and counting down the days until she could go to Hogwarts at last. However, she realized, as the day had grown steadily nearer, she had begun to experience a feeling of dread.

Although she had spent her entire life anxiously awaiting the day she would arrive at Hogwarts, it suddenly felt all too real.

When (Y/N) walked into the kitchen to help herself to breakfast before the trip to King’s Cross Station, both of her parents were already there, dressed in their muggle best. Her father, she realized, was wearing a blue dress shirt, which matched the jumper that she had chosen to wear that morning.

It was an unusual occurrence, (Y/N) thought, having her family together at the same time in the morning. Her father was often at the auror office in the Ministry before they woke up, and her mother would leave for work soon after. With a jolt, (Y/N) realized how much she would miss these rare moments while she was away at Hogwarts for the year.

(Y/N) was brought back to the present when her mother placed a steaming plate of breakfast in front of her, before taking her seat at the table. There were no sounds, apart from the occasional scratch of silverware against the glass plated, until (Y/N)’s father broke the silence.

“We ought to be off soon if we’re meeting Molly and Arthur at the station. It’s nearly ten.”

“Right, you are, dear,” said her mother, “(Y/N), dear, grab your trunk from upstairs, please. We don’t want to miss the train!”

(Y/N) nodded before rushing back up the stairs to her bedroom. As she quickly latched her trunk shut, she was suddenly reminded that she would not be back to her room at least until Christmas. She allowed herself a few more moments to properly say goodbye, before swiftly exiting the room, taking her trunk along with her.

(Y/N) had forgotten how absolutely massive King’s Cross was until she arrived at the station. She had been to the station several times before to watch all five of the eldest Weasley brothers get sent off to Hogwarts. But now, perhaps because of nerves, it suddenly felt overwhelming and chaotic.

“Look for any sign of the Weasleys,” called (Y/N)’s mother from the front of the group, “Molly said they would be here by now.”

(Y/N)’s vision floated across the sea of people before settling on a large group of people, all with flaming red hair.

“There they are!” said (Y/N), pointing, “Just up ahead!”

(Y/N) adjusted her grip on the trolly before following her parents through the busy station.

“(Y/N),dear,” said Mrs. Weasley as they approached, ��Always lovely to see you of course.”

Mrs. Weasley kissed her on the cheek before moving to greet her parents.

“Do we get a kiss too, (Y/N)?” called Fred.

“Or does mum get special treatment?” finished George.

“Shut it you two. It’s too early in the morning for your antics.” (Y/N) said bossily before turning to Ron.

“Ready for our first year at Hogwarts?” she asked.

“Don’t have much of a choice, do I?” he said with a laugh, “How about you.”

“About the same I suppose. I’m a bit nervous about the sorting if I’m being honest.”

“Hurry up you two!” called Mrs. Weasley, as the group had already moved several feet ahead during their short conversation, “We can’t afford to spit up. The whole place is packed with muggles, of course. Now, what’s the platform number?”

“Nine and three-quarters!” piped Ginny, excitedly, “Mum, can’t I go…”

“You’re not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet.”

(Y/N) felt a pang of sympathy for Ginny. She would be the last of all of them to go to Hogwarts.

The group watched as Percy marched between platforms nine and ten. Just as he reached the dividing barrier between the two platforms, a large crowd of tourists came swarming in front of him. By the time the last backpack had cleared away, he had vanished.

“Fred, you next,” said Mrs. Weasley.

“I’m not Fred I’m George,” (Y/N) rolled her eyes at this, “Honestly. Woman, you call yourself our mother? Can’t you tell I’m George?”

“Sorry, George, Dear.”

“Only joking. I am Fred,” he said, before following Percy into the barrier as George quickly followed.

“Excuse me?” said a voice.

(Y/N) turned, and saw the dark-haired boy that she had met in Diagon Alley. He looked thoroughly confused on how Percy, Fred, and George had gotten onto the platform. (Y/N) thought he must have been raised by muggles. How else could he not have known how to get to platform nine and three quarters?

“Hello, dear,” Mrs. Weasley said to the boy, “First time at Hogwarts? (Y/N) and Ron are new too.”

(Y/N) waved kindly to the boy at the mention of her name.

“Yes,” said the boy, “The thing is…the thing is, I don’t know how to–”

“How to get onto the platform?” Mrs. Weasley said kindly.

The boy nodded.

“Not to worry,” she said, “All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don’t stop and don’t be scared you’ll crash into it, that’s very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you’re nervous. Go on, go now with (Y/N).”

“It's not bad once you get used to it,” said (Y/N) patiently, “I was super nervous my first time too. I nearly tripped trying to run onto the platform.

At this, the boy let out a small laugh before they both pushed their trolleys around to face the barrier.

(Y/N) started at a brisk walk before settling into a run as the boy scrambled to keep up with her.

When they crossed through the barrier, they were met with a large scarlet steam engine, the Hogwarts Express.

Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babb;e and the scraping of heavy trunks.

“I guess I’ll see you at Hogwarts, then,” (Y/N) said to the boy before leaving to rejoin her family, who seemed to be in deep conversation.

“Poor boy,” said her mum, “He seemed so confused. How could any parent leave their child by themselves at such a busy station.”

Feeling a need to stick up for the boy, (Y/N) spoke.

“He doesn’t have parents,” she said, “I met him at Diagon Alley. He was there with Hagrid, the gamekeeper.”

At her words, Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips in a very displeased sort of way.

“Be nice to him won’t you?” she asked (Y/N), “Try to find him on the train. I’m sure he could use nice friends like you and Ron.”

(Y/N) nodded before going to hug her parents goodbye.

“I’m going to miss you both so much,” she said before breaking the hug, “I’ll write to you every day.”

Her mother laughed lightly before pulling her in for another hug.

“Be good,” she said, “And stay out of trouble.”

Her mother kissed her on the cheek before (Y/N) and her father went to find an empty compartment to store her truck.

“We’ll miss you, you know,” said her father after safely storing her trunk in the compartment, “Enjoy Hogwarts. I know you’ll be an extraordinary witch.”

Her father kissed her on the forehead before they joined the rest of the group on the other end of the platform.

“Ron, you’ve got something on your nose.” said Mrs. Weasley.

Ron tried to jerk out of the way, but she grabbed him and began rubbing the end of his nose.

“Mum–geroff,” he said as he wiggled free.

“Aaah, has ickle Ronnie got somefink on his nose?” said Fred.

“Shut up,” said Ron.

“Where’s Percy?” asked Mrs. Weasley, suddenly.

“He’s coming now.”

Percy came striding into sight. He had already changed into his billowing black Hogwarts robes, and had a shiny silver badge on his chest with the letter P on it.

“Can’t stay long, Mother,” he said, “I’m up front. The prefects have got two compartments to themselves–”

“Oh, are you a prefect, Percy?” said George, with an air of great surprise, “You should have said something. We had no idea.”

“Hang on, I think I remember his saying something about it,” said Fred, “Once –”

“Or twice –”

“A minute –”

“All summer –”

“Oh, shut up,” said Percy, angrily.

“How come Percy gets new robes anyway?” asked George.

“Because he’s a prefect,” said Mrs. Weasley fondly, “All right, dear, well, have a good term – send me an owl when you get there.”

She kissed Percy on the cheek and he left. Then she turned to the twins.

“Now, you two – this year, you behave yourselves. If I get one more owl telling me you’ve – you’ve blown up a toilet or –”

“Blown up a toilet? We’ve never blown up a toilet.”

“Great idea though, thanks Mum.”

“It’s not funny. And look after (Y/N) and Ron.”

“Don’t worry. (Y/N) and ickle Ronniekins are safe with us.”

“Shut up,” said Ron, whose nose was still pink where Mrs. Weasley had rubbed it.

“Hey, Mum, guess what?” Guess who we just met on the train?” said Fred.

(Y/N) looked over in interest.

“You know that black haired boy that went through the barrier with (Y/N)? Know who he is?”

“Who?” said Mrs. Weasley.

“Harry Potter!”

Ginny jumped in excitement.

“Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him? Mum please?”

“You’ve already seen him, Ginny,” said Mrs. Weasley, strictly, “And the poor boy isn’t something you goggle at in a zoo. Is he really Fred? How do you know?”

“Asked him. Saw his scar. It’s really there – like lightning.”

(Y/N) thought back to when she briefly met the boy, Harry, back in Diagon Alley. The thought that he could be the famous Harry Potter had never crossed her mind.

“Poor dear,” said (Y/N)’s mum, sadly, “No wonder he was alone, I wondered.”

Mrs. Weasley nodded in agreement.

“He was ever so polite when he asked how to get onto the platform.”

“Nevermind that,” said Fred, “Do you think he remembers what You-Know-Who looks like?”

Mrs. Weasley suddenly became very stern.

“I forbid you to ask him, Fred. No don’t you dare. As though he needs reminding of that on his first day at school.”

“All right, keep your hair on.”

A whistle sounded.

“Hurry up!” said (Y/N)’s father, urgently, “You don’t want to miss the train!”

After a final goodbye to her parents and Mrs. Weasley, (Y/N) clambered onto the train with Fred, George, and Ron. As the boys leaned out of the window for Mrs. Weasley to kiss them goodbye, Ginny began to cry.

“Don’t worry, Ginny,” called (Y/N) “We’ll send you loads of owls.”

“We’ll send you a Hogwarts toilet seat.”

“George!”

“Only joking mum.”

The train began to move. (Y/N) saw Mrs. Weasley and her parents waving and Ginny half laughing, half crying, running to keep up with the train until it gathered too much speed, then she fell back and waved.

(Y/N) watched her family disappear as the train rounded the corner. Houses flashed past the window, and (Y/N) felt a great rush of excitement, her nerves seeming to melt away. She was finally on her way to Hogwarts.

“We should probably hurry and find a compartment,” said Ron, breaking her from her thoughts, “Though, all the good ones might be gone by now.”

They passed by several compartments until they found one near the back of the train. It was empty except for one lonely, dark-haired boy.

(Y/N) and Ron looked at each other in agreement before they slid open the compartment door and stepped in.

“Anyone sitting there?” Ron asked, pointing at the empty seat, “Everywhere else is full.”

The boy shook his head and (Y/N) and Ron sat down. Ron took a quick glance at the boy, then looked quickly out of the window. (Y/N) saw he still had a black mark on his nose.

“Hey, Ron. (Y/N).”

Fred and George stood outside the compartment.

“Listen, we're going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan’s got a giant Tarantula down there,” said George.

“Where on Earth did he get a giant Tarantula?” asked (Y/N).

The twins shrugged casually before turning to the boy on the other side of the compartment.

“Harry,” said Fred, “Did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. This Ron, our brother –”

“And (Y/N) our sister,” finished George.

“See you later then,” said Fred.

The three first years waved as the twins slid the compartment door shut behind us.

“Are you really Harry Potter?” Ron blurted out.

He nodded.

“Oh – well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George’s jokes,” said Ron, “And have you really got – you know…”

He pointed at Harry’s forehead.

Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar. Ron and (Y/N) stared. Of course, she had heard of his lightning scar, but it was much different to see it in person.

“So that’s where You-Know-Who –”

“Ron!” scolded (Y/N), “Your mum specifically told us not to ask him that.”

“I’m just curious,” defended Ron, “Besides, technically she only told Fred –”

“Yes,” said Harry, interrupting their argument, “But I can’t remember it.”

“Nothing?” said Ron eagerly. (Y/N) looked over in interest.

“Well – I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.”

“Wow,” said Ron.

(Y/N) sat in silence. Ron sat and stared at Harry for a few moments, then, as though he had suddenly realized what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.

“Are all you family wizards?” asked Harry, who seemed to find Ron and (Y/N) just as interesting as they found him.

(Y/N) nodded.

“Er – Yes, I think so,” said Ron, “I think Mum’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”

“So you must know loads of magic already?” asked Harry.

“Not really,” said (Y/N), “Being pure-blood doesn’t mean you know more magic, regardless of what some think. Besides, underage wizards aren’t allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts.”

Suddenly, Harry turned to (Y/N) as if he had just remembered something.

“I’ve met you before. In Diagon Alley.”

(Y/N) nodded.

“You were much better company than that other boy,” she said, “He was a bit of a prat.”

“What boy?” asked Ron, glaring slightly in confusion.

“Some idiot we met at Madam Malkins. He was going on about how muggle-borns shouldn’t be allowed at Hogwarts, and how magic should only be allowed for pure-bloods --”

“Aren’t you a pureblood? From one of the old wizard families?”

“Yeah. The Barnets. One of the oldest pure-blood families. But don’t worry about blood status. What matters is the heart of the witch or wizard. Not how ‘pure’ their blood is.”

"I heard you went to live with Muggles," said Ron. "What are they like?"

"Horrible -well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers."

"Five," said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left -- Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand, and Percy's old rat."

Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.

"His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn't aff -- I mean, I got Scabbers instead." Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much because he went back to staring out of the window.

(Y/N) shuffled awkwardly in her seat. Her father had been left everything in the Barnet family vault. The inheritance, in addition to her parents’ jobs at the Ministry, made sure that the family never had to struggle for money. This often caused mild discomfort when discussing money with the Weasleys, who often struggled to support their large family.

Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, he'd never had any money in his life until a month ago, and he told Ron so, all about having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.

"... and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a

wizard or about my parents or Voldemort."

Ron gasped as (Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

"What?" said Harry.

"You said You-Know-Who's name!" said Ron, sounding both shocked and impressed. "I'd have thought you, of all people --"

"I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name," said Harry, I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn.... I bet," he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, "I bet I'm the worst in the class."

"You won't be. There's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough."

“Ron’s right,” said (Y/N), “Pure-bloods aren’t always better than everyone else at magic. What matters is the skill of the individual witch or wizard.”

While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.

Around half past twelve, there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, "Anything off the cart, dears?"

Harry leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sandwiches. Harry went out into the corridor.

(Y/N) decided to stay in the compartment with Ron. She knew he wouldn’t accept anything she offered to buy for him.

Ron and (Y/N) stared as Harry brought an armful of sweets back into the compartment and tipped

them onto an empty seat.

"Hungry, are you?" asked Ron.

"Starving," said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.

Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, "She always forgets I don't like corned beef."

"Swap you for one of these," said Harry, holding up a pasty. "Go on --"

"You don't want this, it's all dry," said Ron. "She hasn't got much time," he added quickly, "you know, with five of us."

"Go on, have a pasty," said Harry, offering one to (Y/N) as well.

It was a nice feeling, (Y/N), sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties,

cakes, and candies (the sandwiches lay forgotten).

"What are these?" Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. "They're not really frogs, are they?"

"No," said Ron. "But see what the card is. I'm missing Agrippa."

"What?"

"Oh, of course, you wouldn't know -- Chocolate Frogs have cards, inside

them, you know, to collect -- famous witches and wizards. I've got about

five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy."

Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long, crooked nose, and flowing silver hair, beard, and mustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.

"So this is Dumbledore!" said Harry.

"Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!" said Ron. "Can I have a

frog? I might get Agrippa -- thanks

Harry turned over his card and read:

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE

CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS

Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.

Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared.

"He's gone!"

"Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day," said (Y/N). "He'll be back. Who’d you get this time Ron?”

“No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her... do you want it?” he said, turning to Harry, “You can start collecting."

Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.

"Help yourself," said Harry. "But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos."

"Do they? What, they don't move at all?" Ron sounded amazed. "weird!"

Harry stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Ron and (Y/N) were more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but Harry couldn't keep his eyes off them. Soon he had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcroft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus, and Merlin.

He finally tore his eyes away from the druidess Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.

"You want to be careful with those," Ron warned Harry. "When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor -- you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and mar- malade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a boogerflavored one once."

Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner.

"Bleaaargh -- see? Sprouts."

They had a good time eating the Every Flavor Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine, and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny gray one Ron and (Y/N) wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.

The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers, and dark green hills.

There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and threequarters came in. He looked tearful.

"Sorry," he said, "but have you seen a toad at all?"

When they shook their heads, he wailed, "I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me?”

"He'll turn up," said Harry.

"Yes," said the boy miserably. "Well, if you see him..."

He left.

"Don't know why he's so bothered," said Ron. "If I'd brought a toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk."

“Don’t be rude Ron. You know you’d be just as worried as that boy is if you lost Scabbers,” said (Y/N) disapprovingly.

The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap.

"He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference," said Ron in disgust. "I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look..."

He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.

"Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway.”

He had just raised his 'wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.

"Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one," she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.

"We've already told him we haven't seen it," said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.

"Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then."

She sat down. Ron looked taken aback.

"Er -- all right."

He cleared his throat.

"Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow."

He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" said the girl. "Well, it's not very good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard -- I've learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough -- I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?”

She said all this very fast.

(Y/N) looked between Harry and Ron, and was relieved to see, by their stunned faces, that they hadn't learned all the course books by heart either.

"I'm Ron Weasley," Ron muttered.

“(Y/N) Barnet,” said (Y/N).

"Harry Potter," said Harry.

"Are you really?" said Hermione. "I know all about you, of course -- I got a few extra books, for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”

"Am I?" said Harry, looking dazed.

"Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me. Of course I’ve heard of you as well,” she said, turning to (Y/N), “The Barnets are one of the oldest wizarding families in the world. I’m ever so pleased to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” said (Y/N) awkwardly. She always felt uncomfortable when people brought up her blood status as if it made her better than anyone else.

Hermione continued to chatter away.

"Do any of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You three had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon."

And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.

"Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it," said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. "Stupid spell -- George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud."

“Well, that's what you get for listening to anything George says,” said (Y/N)

"What house are your brothers in?" asked Harry.

"Gryffindor," said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. "Mom and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin."

“My entire family was in Slytherin until my dad,” said (Y/N) thoughtfully, “Maybe I’ll be in Ravenclaw like him and my mum. I’d really hate to be in Slytherin.”

"That's the house Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?"

"Yeah," said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.

"You know, I think the ends of Scabbers' whiskers are a bit lighter," said Harry, trying to take Ron's mind off houses. "So what do your oldest brothers do now that they've left, anyway?"

"Charlie's in Romania studying dragons, and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts," said Ron. "Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles -- someone tried to rob a high security vault."

Harry stared.

“I heard about that,” said (Y/N) “But it's supposed to be impossible to break into Gringotts.”

"Really? What happened to them?" asked Harry.

"Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it."

The group sat in tense silence as they took in the news before Ron broke it by changing the subject.

"What's your Quidditch team?" Ron asked Harry.

"Er -- I don't know any," Harry confessed.

"What!" Ron looked dumbfounded. "Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world --" And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and (Y/N) and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.

Three boys entered, and (Y/N) recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.

"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in realization. She had heard of the Malfoys, of course. Their bloodline was almost as old as the Barnets.

Ron suddenly gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."

“That’s better than being a whiny git whose only accomplishment is being pure-blood,” said (Y/N).

Malfoy’s grey eyes flickered towards her.

“You’re the Barnet girl aren’t you?” he said with a sneer, “Your lot is almost as bad as those blood traitor Weasleys. It’s sad to see one of the oldest wizarding families stoop so low.”

(Y/N) glared at him angrily, willing herself not to hit him across the face.

He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

He held out his hand to shake Harry's, but Harry didn't take it.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," he said coolly.

Malfoy didn't go red, but a pink tinge appeared on his pale cheeks.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you. Even the Barnets aren’t nearly as respectable as they used to be."

Harry, (Y/N), and Ron stood up. (Y/N) held out her wand threateningly.

"Say that again," Ron said, his face as red as his hair.

"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Malfoy sneered.

"Unless you get out now," said Harry, more bravely than any of them felt, because Crabbe and Goyle were a lot bigger than them.

"But we don't feel like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some."

Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron. Ron leapt forward, but before he'd so much as touched Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell.

Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle's knuckle - Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbets finally flew off and hit the window, all three of them disappeared at once. Perhaps they thought there were more rats lurking among the sweets, or perhaps they'd heard footsteps, because a second later, Hermione Granger had come in.

"What has been going on?" she said, looking at the sweets all over the floor and Ron picking up Scabbers by his tail.

“I think he's been knocked out," Ron said. He looked closer at Scabbers. "No -- I don't believe it -- he's gone back to sleep-"

And so he had.

"You've met Malfoy before?"

Harry and (Y/N) explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.

"I've heard of his family," said Ron darkly, as (Y/N) nodded in agreement, "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched. My dad doesn't believe it. He says Malfoy's father didn't need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side."

He turned to Hermione.

"Can we help you with something?" he said rudely.

(Y/N) elbowed him.

"You'd better hurry up and put your robes on,” said Hermione, “I've just been up to the front to ask the conductor, and he says we're nearly there. You haven't been fighting, have you? You'll be in trouble before we even get there!"

"Scabbers has been fighting, not us," said Ron, scowling at her. "Would you mind leaving while we change?"

"All right -- I only came in here because people outside are behaving very childishly, racing up and down the corridors," said Hermione in a sniffy voice. "And you've got dirt on your nose, by the way, did you know?"

Ron glared at her as she left. Harry and (Y/N) peered out of the windows. It was getting dark. There were mountains and forests under a deep purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.

(Y/N) left to change while Harry and Ron stayed in the carriage.

After (Y/N) returned, dressed in her black Hogwarts robes, a voice echoed through the train: "We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately."

(Y/N)’s stomach lurched with nerves and Ron and Harry, she saw, looked quite pale. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.

The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. (Y/N) shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students, and she heard a familiar voice: "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! All right there, Harry?"

It was the gamekeeper, Hagrid. (Y/N) recognized him from Diagon Alley.

Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.

"C'mon, follow me -- any more firs' years? Mind yer step, now! Firs' years follow me!"

Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that (Y/N) thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.

"Ye' all get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec," Hagrid called over his shoulder, "jus' round this bend here."

There was a loud "Oooooh!"

The narrow path had opened suddenly onto the edge of a great black take. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little

boats sitting in the water by the shore. Harry, Ron, and (Y/N) were followed

into their boat by Hermione.

"Everyone in?" shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. "Right then -- FORWARD!"

And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.

"Heads down!" yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of underground harbor, where they clambered out onto rocks and pebbles.

"Oy, you there! Is this your toad?" said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.

"Trevor!" cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands.

Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, Oak front door.

"Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?"

Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.

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Harry Potter x Reader Series

First Year Chapter 2: The Weasleys and Diagon Alley

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) and her family have dinner with the Weasleys before their trip to Diagon Alley

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2,537

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As (Y/N) stepped out of the fireplace at the burrow, she quickly dusted off the black soot that had collected in a thin layer atop her trousers.

She really hated traveling by floo.

When (Y/N) finished dusting herself off, she was immediately met with the face of her childhood best friend.

“You lot are here earlier than we expected. Mum still isn’t finished with dinner yet.”

Ron hadn’t changed at all since she had last seen him, which, at this point, was several months ago. He still has the same fiery red hair, gangly arms and legs, and a copious amount of freckles.

“Mum was in a rush to get here once she found out you got your letter,” said (Y/N), “Which reminds me, we’ve got your owl.”

As though (Y/N) herself had summoned them, her parents appeared at the Burrow and stepped out of the fireplace.

“I’ve always hated traveling by floo,” said Mrs. Barnet before handing Errol to Ron, ”Take him for me will you? I’ll never understand why Molly insists on sending him out in this kind of weather. He’s much too old.”

“Useless old lump,” said Ron, placing Errol back in the cage, “What’s the point of having an owl if it can’t even finish one delivery before basically passing out.”

“He was flying in really nasty weather, Ron,” argued (Y/N), “That would be rough on any owl.”

”She’s right, Ron. Stop picking on poor Errol,” said a familiar voice.

Fred, (Y/N) assumed.

“Yeah, Ron. How would you like to be the one making deliveries in this weather,” came George’s voice, “Come to think of it, I do need to practice my charms work. I could practice on you.”

Ron’s ears turned an angry shade of red.

“Come off it,” said Ron, “I know you two can’t do magic outside of school. Besides, I’m going to Hogwarts this year too. I’ll show you--”

“Show us what Ron? Your hidden magical prowess?” said Fred.

Ron made a very foul hand gesture at Fred, which was, unfortunately, seen by his mother.

“Ron!” she said sternly, “Don’t you ever let me see you doing that again!”

Ron grumbled darkly under his breath as Mrs. Weasley moved forward to greet (Y/N).

“We weren’t expecting you so early, dear, or else dinner would have already been served,” said Mrs. Weasley, pulling (Y/N) into a tight hug, “I heard you’ve gotten your Hogwarts letter. You’re excited, I expect?”

“Of course,” said (Y/N), “Excited, and a bit nervous I suppose.”

“That’s to be expected. Ron’s a bit nervous too. My best years were at Hogwarts. I expect yours will be too.”

With that, she left the room, instructing Fred and George to set the table for dinner on her way to the kitchen.

“We might as well help out,” said Ron, “We’ll be able to eat faster that way.”

(Y/N) rolled her eyes in amusement.

“All you can ever think about is food.

(Y/N) forgot how good Mrs. Weasley’s cooking was. Dinner was comprised of a large spread that covered nearly the entire table. About halfway through dinner, Mr. Weasley had finally arrived at the Burrow.

“Sorry all, got held up at the office,” he said, before taking his place at the dinner table, “Everything looks wonderful Molly.”

“I was under the impression that you would be on time for dinner tonight, Arthur,” she scolded, “Especially since we have guests.”

“Well, as I said, Molly, dear,” he stammered, “I was held up at the office. Very…very important work.”

Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips in a very annoyed sort of way.

“I wasn’t aware that tinkering around with muggle objects counted as ‘very important work.’”

Mr. Weasley’s ears turned red in the same way Ron’s did whenever he got embarrassed.

“It's really no issue at all,” said Mr. Barnet, attempting to ease the tension, “We’re practically family. I didn’t think we counted as guests anymore.”

His wife was quick to come to his aid.

“Anthony is right. There’s no issue at all, Molly,” said Mrs. Barnet, “Besides, we should focus on celebrating (Y/N) and Ron for getting into Hogwarts, should we not?”

Mrs. Weasley seemed to give up on chastizing her husband, allowing for more lighthearted conversation to fill the table.

(Y/N) fell into easy conversation with Ginny, the youngest Weasley sibling. As Ginny was the only girl of seven children, and (Y/N) had no siblings of her own, the two girls would often seek each other out whenever (Y/N) and her parents would visit the Burrow.

“How’ve you been Ginny? Are you excited to finally have the house to yourself? It’ll just be you and your mum, right?”

Ginny’s eyes darkened.

“Not really. I don’t much fancy being stuck in the house all day with only mum for company.”

(Y/N) sympathized with this. She often resented her parents’ dedication to their jobs at the ministry and was often stuck at home with nothing but her own loneliness for company. She, perhaps, understood Ginny in that way.

After the dinner table was filled with nothing but abandoned plates and empty goblets, Mr. Barnet stood from the table.

“We’d best be off then,” he said, helping his wife from her seat at the table, “Tomorrow’s another early day in the office for me.”

“But what about Diagon Alley? We still have to get our school stuff!” said (Y/N).

“Don’t worry,” said Mr. Barnet, patiently, “There will be plenty of time for that soon. I promise.”

Apparently (Y/N) and her father had very different definitions of the word ‘soon.’ It had been nearly four weeks since their dinner with the Weasleys by the time both of her parents had enough time off of work to take her to Diagon Alley. But finally, on July 31, she was able to shop for her Hogwarts school supplies.

(Y/N) had visited Diagon Alley plenty of times growing up, but the place seemed even more magical as her first year at Hogwarts was quickly approaching.

“Where are we off to first?” (Y/N) asked her parents as she scanned the list that had come with her acceptance letter.

The list, (Y/N) thought, was massive. It included everything a young witch or wizard could need, including standard spell books, basic potion-making materials, and, most importantly, a wand.

(Y/N)’s father seemed to read her mind before he spoke.

“I expect you’ll want to stop at Ollivander’s first. After all, what’s a witch without her wand?” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Now hold on, the both of you,” said Mrs. Barnet, stopping them in their tracks, “We can’t buy much of anything until we’ve got some gold. We’re off to Gringotts first.”

She then turned on the spot in pursuit of the wizarding bank, giving (Y/N) and her father no choice but to follow.

As (Y/N) entered the large building with her parents, walking along the long narrow pathway to the front desk.

(Y/N) kept her eyes low as she followed closely behind her parents. Goblins has always made her uneasy. She felt it was only a matter of time before the goblins turned on wizardkind after years of constant mistreatment.

Her father cleared his throat as they reached the front of the room, and the goblin sitting at the front desk looked up in recognition.

“Mr.Barnet. How can I be of assistance?” spoke the goblin.

“We’d like to make a withdrawal if you don’t mind,” said Mr. Barnet, wordlessly passing the key to the vault over to the goblin.

The goblin passed the key over to yet another goblin, who motioned for the family to follow him.

They took a long, slightly uncomfortable, ride down to one of the lower levels of the bank. This, (Y/N) recalled, was where many of the higher security vaults were. As her father was the last remaining member of a very old pure-blood family, his vault was given very tight security.

After collecting a fair bit of gold from Gringotts, (Y/N) and her parents headed to Ollivander’s to choose her wand.

The group entered the building, which was quite empty of any customers. Although (Y/N) had seen the outside of the building plenty of times, she had never been inside before. It was a quaint shop, with little more than a single frail-looking chair and several tall piles of narrow boxes occupying the space.

As though her very presence had summoned it, Mr. Ollivander’s voice rang through the small shop.

“I’d wondered if I’d be seeing you soon, Miss Barnet. And of course, Mr. and Mrs. Barnet. I remember when you first came into my shop all those years ago,” his gaze then fixed on her mother and then her father, “Silver Lime wood with unicorn hair. Nine and three-quarter inches, and quite flexible. And larch wood with a dragon hearstring core. Fourteen and a quarter inches with quite rigid flexibility, if I am not mistaken.”

“You are never mistaken, Mr. Ollivander,” said Mr. Barnet, a hint of adoration in his voice.

Mr. Ollivander shrugged in a slightly abashed way before turning his attention back to (Y/N).

“Your wand arm, Miss Barnet?”

(Y/N) wordlessly held out her dominant arm as Mr. Ollivander’s measuring tape measured around her body on its own.

“That’s quite enough!” Mr. Ollivander called from a pile of boxes, as the measuring tape had started measuring between her nostrils.

“Right then. We’ll try this one first,” said Mr. Ollivander, as he made his way over to where (Y/N) stood, “Hazlewood with unicorn hair. Ten and a half inches, and quite flexible.”

(Y/N) took the wand, waving it slightly, before Mr. Ollivander quickly snatched it from her.

“No, no,” he muttered to himself, “Not right at all.”

The next several wands she tried were either taken back by Mr. Ollivander immediately. The last wand she had tried, made of holly and phoenix feather, was also rejected by Mr. Ollivander almost instantly.

(Y/N) sighed, beginning to lose hope. She had never heard of any witch or wizard taking this long to find their perfect wand.

As if she could read her mind (Y/N)’s mother called out to her.

“There’s nothing to worry about, love. Your father went through about a hundred wands before he found his perfect match.

Her father looked quite annoyed at this accusation.

“Don’t listen to your mother. It was only 87.”

(Y/N) felt as if she might break her father’s record. She tried wand after wand, but still, Ollivander was unsatisfied with the results. It wasn’t until Mr. Ollivander grabbed a sleek black box that she thought she was making progress in her search for a wand.

“Sycamore wood with unicorn hair. Ten inches and surprisingly swishy.”

(Y/N) took the wand in her hand before she extended her arm. As her fingers wrapped tightly around the wand, she felt a soothing sort of heat beneath her fingers as the wand produced red and gold sparks that shot across the shop.

Her parents clapped politely as Mr. Ollivander packed her wand back into its original box.

“Interesting,” he said as he bowed the family out of the shop, “Interesting indeed.”

After they left Ollivander’s shop, (Y/N) and her parents decided to split up. (Y/N) had been to Diagon Alley enough times to know her way around. Her mother went to Flourish and Blotts to purchase (Y/N)’s new school books, while her father went to buy her ingredients for potions.

When (Y/N) entered Madam Malkin's to buy her new school robes, she was ushered to a spot in the back of the shop near two boys, who seemed to be about her age. One of the boys had a pale pointed face and blond hair, while the other one had messy black hair, with glasses covering his striking emerald eyes. Another witch followed her back to the shop and started fitting her for her robes.

“Are you Hogwarts as well?” the blond boy asked.

“Yes. It's my first year.” said (Y/N).

“Mine as well,” the blond boy replied, “Do either of you know what house you’ll be in?”

“No,” said the other boy as (Y/N) shook her head.

“I haven’t thought about it much, to be honest,” said (Y/N), “but both of my parents were in Ravenclaw. Perhaps I’ll end up there.”

“Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they? But I know I'll be in Slytherin. All our family have been -- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?”

(Y/N) made eye contact with the boy with the dark hair and glasses. Neither of them seemed to have anything to say to this.

"I say, look at that man!" said the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window.

The largest man (Y/N) had ever seen was standing there, grinning at them and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid," said the dark-haired boy, "He works at Hogwarts."

(Y/N) had heard of Hagrid, she realized, from Ron’s older brother, Charlie.

"Oh," said the blond boy, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper," said the other.

"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage -- lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

"I think he's brilliant," said the dark-haired boy coldly.

"Do you?" said the blond boy, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead,"

(Y/N) felt a pang of sympathy for the boy. She couldn’t imagine her life without her parents.

"Oh, sorry," said the blond,. not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?” said the blond boy, looking between them.

“Barnet,” said (Y/N) cooly, “Not that it matters what family I was born into. That doesn’t make me any better than anyone else.”

“I’ve heard of your lot,” said the boy, seemingly ignoring the rest of her words, “One of the oldest and richest pure-blood families in the world from what I’ve heard. Shame most of you have died out though.”

Before she could respond, the witch had finished her fitting, and (Y/N), quite ready to get away from the boy, hopped down from her stool to pay for her robes.

“See you at Hogwarts, I supposed,” the blond boy called after her.

After their brief conversation, (Y/N) secretly hoped that she wouldn’t see much of him at all during her time at Hogwarts.

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First Year

Chapter 1: The Letter Arrives

Chapter 2: The Weasleys and Diagon Alley

Chapter 3: The Hogwarts Express

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Harry Potter x Reader Series

First Year Chapter 1: The Letter Arrives

Pairing: Harry Potter x Fem!Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: (Y/N) anxiously awaits her Hogwarts letter

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,486

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The weather was rather gloomy that day in July. Harsh rain showers splattered the panes of the glass windows, while strong gusts of wind swept through the grounds. (Y/N) was awoken rather early this morning, and was greeted with a pale grey sky full of dark, stormy clouds rather than the clear blue that she had become accustomed to over the summer holidays.

Summer had truly arrived, she supposed, when you woke up to brutal summer storms. But that was no matter. For (Y/N), she didn’t look forward to this summer because of the expectation of delicate weather. Instead, she was waiting for a special piece of post to arrive.

Already being awoken by the storm, (Y/N) decided to get a headstart on her morning routine, which, these days, mostly consisted of waiting by the windows in the drawing room, looking for any sign of an owl carrying her letter from Hogwarts.

Like her mother, (Y/N) had started showing signs of being a magical prodigy at a young age. By the age of three, she had begun to magically splash her victims with water any time they annoyed her, her father being a constant victim of this, and by the age of 6, she had been able to turn the family cat, Charlie, different colors as she pleased, much to the displeasure of the cat.

Ever since her 11th birthday came and passed, (Y/N) had waited expectantly for her Hogwarts letter to arrive. As (Y/N) continued to wait, rather impatiently, by the window, she heard the unmistakable rumble of her father’s footsteps as he made his way to the kitchen for breakfast.

Anthony Barnet was a rather tall man with a commanding presence. As the last living descendant of one of the oldest pureblood wizarding families, he had inherited an immense amount of wealth that clearly showed in not only his clothing but the way that he carried himself. However, Mr. Barnet was, by no means, a spiteful and arrogant man.

Following in her father’s footsteps, (Y/N) discovered that her mother had woken early as well, and was already in the kitchen finishing breakfast. Felicity Barnet was quite short compared to her husband, but still carried the same commanding presence. Although she was quite kind, anyone who knew her well knew she could have a nasty temper, which, perhaps unfortunately, was passed onto her daughter.

Mrs. Barnet handed a large plate of breakfast to her husband, who swiftly kissed her cheek in thanks before taking his seat at the head of the table. (Y/N) and her mother sat down shortly after on either side of him.

“I’d best head into work then,” said Mr. Barnet, standing swiftly from his seat at the table, “We’ve got a big case on our hands, and, I hate to say it, but the teams useless without me.”

“What time will you be back?” asked Mrs. Barnet, “We’re meant to have dinner with the Weasleys tonight. Remember?”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be back by then, and we can head over to the Burrow together.”

With that, he quickly grabbed his cloak, kissed his wife and daughter goodbye, and apparated out of the house.

Shortly after, (Y/N)’s mother looked towards the large grandfather clock in the dining room to check the time.

“I suppose I’d better get ready to head out as well,” said Mrs. Barnet before looking at her daughter, “Will you be fine on your own, love? Or do you want me to send you over to the Weasleys early? I’m sure Molly wouldn’t mind.”

“I’ll be fine here on my own Mum,” (Y/N) replied quickly, “Besides, I don’t want to miss my Hogwarts letter. It’s coming today. I can feel it.”

Mrs. Barnet planted a kiss on (Y/N)’s forehead.

“Your father and I will be back shortly before dinner. Maybe Ron will have gotten his letter by tonight as well. You can ask him at dinner.”

After exchanging a quick goodbye, Mrs. Barnet also apparated out of the house, leaving (Y/N) in the dining room alone. After sitting in her own company for a while, (Y/N) decided to busy herself with cleaning the kitchen while waiting for her letter to arrive.

After a few hours slowly crept by, (Y/N) began to feel a sting of loneliness clawing at her chest. Perhaps she should have let her mother drop her off with the Weasleys that morning. At least then she would have had 5 god siblings to keep her company, rather than resorting to mindless household chores to pass the time.

(Y/N) was always jealous of the Weasleys, in a way. Although she loved her parents dearly, she often wished for a large family, like the Weasleys, with several siblings, and a mother who stayed home to care for them.

Although she often wished her parents were able to stay home with her more often, (Y/N) understood the importance of their jobs in the Ministry of Magic. Her father was an auror, a dark wizard catcher, and spent many nights working overtime late into the night before returning to work early the next morning. Her mother, on the other hand, worked for the Department of Magical Transportation as part of the Floo Network Authority. (Y/N) appreciated their hard work to maintain order in the wizarding world, but she sometimes wished that they didn’t have to spend so much time away from her.

Heaving a great sigh, (Y/N) returned to the large grandfather clock in the dining room to check how much time had passed. She swore to herself after discovering that it had only been three measly hours. She was entirely ready to start banging her head against the wall to make the time pass faster when she heard an urgent rapping on the window.

(Y/N) practically ran to the window to free the owl from the stormy weather outside. The owl chirped in a rather annoyed manner, likely from having to make a delivery in such harsh weather, before sticking out its leg, allowing (Y/N) to quickly untie the letter.

After (Y/N) took the letter, the owl shook its feathers, rather haughtily, before taking off into the stormy summer sky. After watching the owl fly off into the distance, (Y/N) quickly pulled the letter out of the envelope and began to read:

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Ms. Barnet,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall,

Deputy Headmistress

As her eyes scanned the last few words on the bottom of the parchment, (Y/N) was a ball of excitement and nerves.

She had always known the day would come when she received her letter offering her a place at Hogwarts. But now, it was real, and the thought almost terrified her. Apart from the Weasleys she had never been around any witches or wizards her age. But now, come the first of September, she was to live in a castle full of them. She could only hope that she and Ron would remain friends throughout their years at Hogwarts.

Several hours later, (Y/N) heard a familiar cracking noise coming from the kitchen, meaning her parents had returned home from work.

She quickly ran to the kitchen, letter in hand. When she arrived, her mother was reading a letter by the window, presumably from the Weasleys, as their owl, Errol was perched on the windowsill. Her father was reading the letter over her mother’s shoulder but looked up with wide eyes when (Y/N) entered the room.

“Your letter,” he said, taking it to examine it himself, “How long ago did it arrive?”

“Early this afternoon,” said (Y/N) “Did Ron get his too? Mrs. Weasley sent over Errol?”

“Yes. Ron’s letter came this afternoon as well. Poor thing,” said Mrs. Barnet, looking at Errol, “We should take the poor owl with us to the Burrow. I’m not sure he could survive another trip in this weather.”

“Right you are dearest,” said Mr. Barnet as he approached his wife, “Floo powder, I presume?”

“Naturally,” she replied, as the family approached the fireplace in the next room.

“You first, love,” said Mr. Barnet as (Y/N) stepped into the fireplace.

(Y/N) had always hated traveling by the floo network. Although convenient, she could never get over the unpleasant squeezing sensation.

(Y/N) grabbed a fistful of floo powder from the pot in her father’s outstretched hand before loudly, and clearly announcing her destination.

“The Burrow!”

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Scattered Remains (TMNT 2012 and Rise! Crossover)

Summary: After April’s enhanced psychic powers destroy Donnie, she attempts to bring him back to life. But, the purple turtle she finds is not her own

Warnings: Spoilers for TMNT 2012 Season 4, Episode 22

A/N: I’m finally done with the first chapter! If this does well, I might create a comic based off of it on my art account!

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“Red, is that really you?” Casey asks, as he cautiously approaches April.

“I think so. But Donnie,” she says with teary eyes, “What have I done.”

The group stands still for a moment before Leonardo breaks the tense silence.

“It’s not your fault April. You had no control,” he says.

“But it is!” she gasps, looking up at him through her tears, “It was all me in a way. If only-”

She pauses for a moment, focusing on the broken crystal shards.

“Donnie’s not gone! He wasn’t really destroyed, just molecularly scattered,” she says as she faces the turtles and Casey, “I can bring him back.”

The boys watch in anticipation as April’s powers hone in on Donnie’s energy. If she can bring him back, she can make her family whole again.

She has to bring him back.

The turtles and Casey watch as blue sparks fly through the air, forming the silhouette of a body.

The turtles watch, full of anticipation. Their brother wasn’t gone. He was coming back!

Their excitement quickly turns to horror as they realize the figure in front of them is not Donatello.

Though not their missing brother, April still managed to bring another mutant turtle to the place where Donnie had been vaporized minutes before.

This turtle seemed younger, maybe by a year or so.

Raphael breaks the stunned silence as he holds a sai against the neck of the unfamiliar turtle.

“Who the hell are you? And where’s my brother?”

“Woah, Raph! Chill out dude!” says Michelangelo, pushing his brother out of the way, “He’s just a kid. And he’s scared.”

Michelangelo was right. The mystery turtle was still pale and shaking even as Raphael released him from the ground.

“It's ok mystery dude! We’re not gonna hurt you…anymore,” says Michelangelo, glaring pointedly at his hotheaded brother.

Raph rolls his eyes in annoyance.

“What are you doing Mikey? This is some random mutant that April brought here with her freaky crystal powers. We have no idea what it’s capable of.”

“Mikey’s right,” says Leo after a long stretch of silence, “This turtle is just a lost kid. He was brought here with April’s powers, which means he’s our responsibility. We have to take him back to the lair.”

“Are you crazy Leo? We have to focus on finding Donnie. Our brother is lost somewhere and you're focused on a random mutant we found on the street!”

Before another argument could break out, the mystery turtle interjected.

“Your brother’s name is Donatello?”

The group of teenagers looked over in shock. Michelangelo was the first one to respond.

“Yeah, dude. He disappeared when April got possessed by a freaky alien crystal.”

“The same crystal that brought you here,” says April in shock, “I was trying to find Donnie, but it brought you instead.”

“So that means…you’re Donnie?” asks Casey.

“Yes,” says the other turtle, “Just not your Donnie..”

“We have to get back to the lair and talk to Master Splinter. We’ll come up with a plan to find our Donnie and get this Donnie back home.”

“Seriously Leo?” Says Raph, “You’re gonna believe him just like that? Even if he is a Donnie he’s not our brother. We can’t just take him to the lair.”

“Think about it Raph,” says Casey, “If April accidentally brought the other Donnie here, our Donnie is probably stuck wherever he came from. Trustingthe other Donnie is our best bet.”

Raph huffs, but doesn’t argue any further.

“That’s it then. We’re headed back to the lair,” said Leo, “April, you should probably come with us. Maybe you can help Donnie replicate the research that you and Donnie did on the crystal.”

April and other Donnie both nod in agreement.

“I might be able to use other me’s research to try to replicate a similar

kind of technology that could get me home,” said the alternate Donnie, “If all goes well we should be able to find your brother too.”

The group looks to Raphael, gauging his reaction.

“Fine,” he said after a beat of silence, “But that doesn’t mean we trust you. All we need you for is to get Donnie back.”

The group sits in tense silence as Raphael stalks off towards the Shellraiser.

“Don’t worry about Raph little dude!” says Michelangelo with a small smile,

“He’s just worried about Donnie. He’ll come around.

“Mikey’s right. It’s nothing personal…probably,” says Leo before looking over to the Shellraiser, “We need to get back to the lair and tell Master Splinter what happened.”

“It’s late, I should probably get home,” Casey finally speaks up, “Let me know if you come up with any ideas on finding Donnie.”

The group watches as his figure retreats into the night before following

Leo into the Shellraiser.

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Preview TMNT Donnie Swap AU

Just so everyone knows I’m not dead, here’s a preview of what I’ve written so far for my Donnie swap AU. It takes place during the 2012 episode “The Power Inside Her” when Donnie gets molecularly scattered by April. It’s a really rough draft, and I haven done any edits yet. I just wanted to let everyone know that I’ve started working on it.

#tmnt x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey x reader #rise tmnt #tmnt crossover #rottmnt tmnt 2012 crossover #tmnt au #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt #tmnt leonardo #tmnt donatello #tmnt 2012 #tmnt mikey #tmnt raphael #rise of the tmnt

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Are ur request still open since I wanted to send request but not sure if they open or not

They’re not open right now, but I’ll make a post when they open back up!

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I just had an idea for a rise/2012 tmnt crossover fic. Since I normally only see fics where rise Leo gets transported to the 2012 verse, I had an idea where the two Donnies switch places after 12Donnie gets vaporized by April. Would anyone be interested in reading a fic like that? It would probably end up being a longer multi chapter fic if I have the time/patience

#tmnt x reader #rise donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #rise tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #rise donnie #rise mikey x reader #rise leo #rise tmnt #rise of the tmnt x reader #tmnt mikey #tmnt crossover #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2012 #2012 raph #2012 leo #rottmnt tmnt 2012 crossover #tmnt au #rottmnt au

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Hi, can i request a headcanon for rottmnt turtles with a gn!reader who loves watching movies and play video games with them?

TMNT Boys x Gamer!GN!Reader Headcanons

Pairings: Rise!TMNT x GN!Reader

Summary: How the boys would react to a S/O who enjoys gaming and movies

Warnings: none

Type: Romantic ❤️, Fluff ☁️

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I'm working on applying to colleges right now, so I'm super behind with requests! Hope you enjoy <3

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Rise!Raph x Reader

Raph is pretty into games

He's not as good as his younger brothers, but he takes every opportunity he can to bond with you

Due to his size, he can sometimes struggle with games since the controller is so much smaller than his hands

Though he hides it well, Raph is just as competitive as his brothers

Since he sometimes struggles with gaming, he makes sure to always team up with you during games night to make sure he's on the winning team

Raph prefers cozy games like animal crossing or stardew valley over more competitive games

One of his favorite things to do with you is vist each others islands and have animal crossing dates

Aside from gaming, watching movies is one of his favorite ways to spend time with you

Before you started dating, he would drag his brothers and April out to the living room for mandatory movie nights at least once a month

Once you start dating, the two of you have ~private~ movies nights together once a week

He’ll watch just about anything, but he can’t handle horror

His favorite movies are either action movies or Disney movies

Since the two of you can go out to normal movie theaters, the two of you sneak out and watch drive-in movies from the rooftops of New York

Rise!Donnie x Reader

Donnie is very into video games

If you've seen the purple game, you know how competitive Donnie can get

If you're as good as him, he'll be very excited to have a worthy challenger

His brothers can never keep up with him, so the two of you will spend days locked up in his lab playing video games until Raph breaks down the door and makes you sleep

Even if you’re not as good as Donnie, he still won’t go easy on you

He may love you, but he loves winning even more

Like Raph, Donnie always teams up with you during games night

Not that he can't hold his own, but he enjoys the bragging rights when the two of you absolutely demolish his brothers in super smash bros

Even though he'd much prefer to play video games, Donnie will still watch movies when you ask

Even though he agrees to watch movies with you, you won't always enjoy it

Donnie has the tendency to talk during movies

A LOT

Don't expect to actually hear what's going on in the movie

Donnie will spend the entire movie pointing out scientific inaccuracies and spoiling the plot, especially if it’s a sci-fi movie

Donnie is very theatre kid coded, so I think he would really enjoy musicals

RIse!Leo x Reader

Leo LOVES gaming

He's not as good as Donnie or Mikey, but he's just as competitive

In addition to be super competitive, Leo's also a very sore loser

He's the type of person to turn off the tv right before someone beats him in Mario Kart

Leo would team up with you during game nights to leech off of you and take all of the credit

He also really enjoys watching movies with you, especially if you’re into sci-fi

Instead of staying cooped up in the lair, he usually just portals you into the back of regular movie theaters where you won’t be seen

Leo also tends to talk during movies

He doesn’t spoil the plot like Donnie, but he’ll ask you questions about the movie that you also don’t know the answer to

He’ll spend the whole movie asking you who certain characters are and why they do certain things, which you also don’t know because you haven’t seen the movie

He also really enjoys movie marathons, so be prepared to spend a week straight watching the entire Jupiter Jim franchise

Rise!Mikey x Reader

Mikey is the second best gamer in the family after Donnie, but he’s not quite as competitive

Besides Raph, Mikey is the most likely to go easy on you and let you win

Even though he’ll go easy on you, the same cannot be said for his brothers

During game night he’ll make sure to pair up with you and give you some of the credit when the two of you beat his brothers

Mikey is a really big movie lover, so watching movies with you is one of his favorite things

He’ll watch any movie you want, but prefers not to watch horror

His favorite type of movie is definitely Disney movies

His brothers are always hovering when the two of you hang out at the lair, so he prefers sneaking over to your house and watching movies in a blanket fort in your room

#tmnt x reader #rise leo x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rottmnt hc #rise tmnt x reader #rise tmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise raph x reader #rise raph #rise mikey #rise mikey x reader #tmnt 2018 #tmnt 2k18 x reader #tmnt 2018 x reader #tmnt 2k18

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Hi there out of interest would you do the archdragon from the dragon prince?

Sorry, I don’t know if I’d be comfortable writing that. All of the characters I’m willing to write for are listed on my Masterlist :)

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Hello! This is the first time I've made a request on one of these blogs so sorry if it's not explained very well lol

So basically I had the idea for a platonic rottmnt headcannon thingy with a GN reader who is still quite young. About 13-14 and they're kinda like some kind of mix of Donnie and Mikey? Like mostly Donnie but also overflowing with energy.

Also ask them a simple question about anything they're intrested in and you're gonna have to listen to a relevant but also not 4 hour rant. Again sorry if it's kinda weird. The idea popped into my head like a week ago and it has just been bouncing around in there ever since

TMNT Boys x Platonic!GN!Reader Headcanons

Pairings: Rise!TMNT x GN!Reader

Summary: How the boys would react to a friend who is a mix between Mikey and Donnie

Warnings: None!

Type: Platonic 💛, Fluff ☁️

A/N: Sorry they're a bit short. Hope you enjoy <3

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Rise!Raph x Reader

Being the oldest of the brothers, Raph tends to baby you a lot

You remind him a lot of Mikey, so he can get pretty overprotective

Raph developed a pretty high level of patience from dealing with three younger brothers, so he'll always listen to your rants and even ask questions to show he's engaged

Raph doesn't always understand what you're talking about when you go on rants, but he tries his best to pay attention and be engaged

Rise!Donnie x Reader

Donnie sees you a a younger version of himself, and always tries to rope you into his experiments -- some of which are slightly dangerous

Raph doesn't leave to two of you alone for too long so that Donnie doesn't indoctrinate you into planning world domination

The two of you spend a lot of time working on new inventions, and upgrading Donnie's tech

Donnie also tends to go on long rants that no one understands, so he enjoys being around someone with the same quirks as him

The two of you are the only ones that can understand each other's rants, so you spend hours together rambling about your latest hyper-fixations

Since you're younger than him, Donnie sometimes gets into the habit of babying you and overexploiting simple concepts

He doesn't mean to be patronizing, but he sees you as a younger sibling and treats you as such

RIse!Leo x Reader

Leo is always excited to hang out with someone who matches his energy

Leo is typically very hyper, which tends to annoy his brothers

The two of you have an endless supply of energy

If you enjoy pranks, the two of you would relentlessly prank Leo's brothers (mostly Donnie)

Leo can have a pretty short attention span, so he often struggles with paying attention to your rants

If any of your rants go on for more than five minutes he'll lose focus and start spacing out

However, he does have a very good memory, so he remembers most of the things you tell him

Rise!Mikey x Reader

Mikey is really excited to hang out with someone his age

His brothers and April are all older than him, and tend to treat him as if he's a lot younger than he is

The two of you bond over this, as well as your hyper-active personalities

Mikey really enjoys learning about new things, especially if he learns it from someone he cares about

He loves listening to you rants, and will ask you lots of questions about

Your overly-energetic personalities complement each other very well, and the two of you will spend hours rambling to each other about your respective interests

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Ur request are currently open?

Yes! I have a lots of asks in my inbox right now so it might take a while though.

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ooo can you make a fic of Izuku being your bf? Thank u!

Midoriya Dating Headcanons

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x GN!Reader

Summary: Midoriya as your boyfriend

Warnings: Minor mentions of skipping meals

Type: Romantic ❤️, Fluff ☁️

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I need up being a lot busier than expected.Hope you enjoy <3

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He's the sweetest boy ever!

Izuku is a very attentive boyfriend

He makes a point to know everything he can about you, and makes sure that all of your needs are attended to

He definitely has several pages of his notebook dedicated solely to you

He has lot of information about you quirk, but he also has extensive note on everything he wants to remember about you like your birthday and your favorite things

Izuku feels the need to put everyone before himself, especially you

This trait can sometimes be detrimental, and he often forgets to take care of himself since he's so focused on you

As his S/O, you have to be very attentive towards him, and make sure he's not running himself into the ground

Izuku is also a very affectionate boyfriend

Even though pda makes him nervous, he will hold you hand or kiss you on the cheek in public if you ask, but he would prefer to keep things private

Even when it's just the two of you, Izuku can be very awkward with affection in the beginning of your relationship

You're more than likely his first relationship, so he gets really nervous when showing his affection, and is afraid of doing something wrong

Once he becomes more comfortable in the relationship, he's all over you

One of Izuku's primary love languages would likely be words of affirmation

Izuku is very expressive through his words, and will spend hours listing all the things he loves about you

He makes sure to shower you with compliments everyday, and always sends you good morning and good night texts every single day

He does get a bit salty if you don't respond to his texts before going bed

He also really enjoys being on the receiving end

Although he'd never ask for it, he loves when you run your fingers through his hair and tell him how much you love and appreciate him

Izuku can often get insecure about his quirk, and feels a lot of pressure to live up to All Might's legacy

He really appreciates when you reassure him about his abilities, and support him with his training to become All Might's successor

Izuku's other main love language would likely be acts of service

He's a very caring and giving person by nature, and that doesn't change when it comes to you

If anything, those traits are increased

As stated before, Izuku is very attentive, and he often notices your needs before you do

He's always equipped with you favorite snack or drink, and he's always quick to do anything you might ask of him

He mostly shows his love for you through simple actions like taking notes for you in class, or helping you study or do your homework

He loves helping you in any way he can, and he enjoys the quality time you get out of it

He also really appreciates when you do things for him

Izuku has a tendency to run overwork himself and run himself into the ground

You always make sure he takes enough breaks throughout the day, and bring him small things to snack on so he gets enough to eat

This is especially important when he's training, since he often loses track of time and goes all day without eating or drinking

Even though the two of you often have overly busy schedules as heroes in training, the two of you always make time for each other

#mha #bnha #mha headcanons #mha fluff #mha x reader #my hero academia x reader #izuku midoria x reader #izuku headcanons #midoriya x reader #midoriya headcanons #midoriya x reader fluff #midoriya fluff #my hero academia headcanons #mha x y/n #bnha x y/n #bnha headcanons

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Romantic Keith x female reader who is stubborn and who thinks she can do it alone ( kinda like him)

Keith Kogane x Hothead!Fem!Reader Headcanons

Pairing: Keith x Fem!Reader

Summary: How would Keith act with a girlfriend with a similar personality.

Warnings: Possible spoilers

Type: Romantic ❤️

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. I need up being a lot busier than expected.Hope you enjoy <3

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Obviously, Keith is the most hotheaded of the paladins

The two of you together give Shiro a permanent migrane

Since you aren't a paladin, you don't have your own lion

On most missions you'll ride in the red lion with Keith

The two of you give the rest of the team a heart attack every time you go off on your own to do something reckless

There have been many missions where you and Keith separated from the team to get things done your own way

In contrast to Shiro's more strategic approach, you and Keith prefer to shoot first and ask questions later

Since the two of you are so similar, you often don't even need words to communicate

When you fight together, your moves are always perfectly coordinated as if you can read each other's minds

However, your stubbornness can cause the two of you to butt heads

Most of your arguments would likely stem from simple disagreements

Even if the disagreements is about something trivial, you can often get into heated debates where neither one of you is willing to back down

If the two of you have a serious argument, Keith is often the one who will apologize first

Even though he can be overly stubborn with most people, his fears of abandonment always win over his need to be right

After a big fight, Keith always becomes much more affectionate

He's super afraid of you leaving him if he does something wrong, so he tries his best to remind you that he still loves you in spite of the argument

Although Keith can be very affectionate in private, he's not really a fan of pda

He's mostly afraid of getting teased by the other paladins (mostly Lance)

Even though he hates pda, you and Keith will occasionally sneak kisses in the dark corners of the castle when the other paladins aren't around

In a relationship with Keith, your stubbornness can serve as both a way to better understand eachother, as well as the root cause for many arguments

Despite your personalities clashing on occasion, your shared traits make you relationship stronger than ever!

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Hey I send a request (keith x reader) and I was wondering how many people were before me. Not wanting to push, I just wanna know how long I have to walk so I don't have to constantly check your account 😅

Hey! There’s only one ask before you. I’ve just been busy with a lot of personal stuff, so I haven’t had much time to write. I’m getting things done as soon as I can :)