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Summary: Things at Hogwarts change drastically as talk of a Chamber spread throughout the castle. Your twin is suspected as an heir, and you're getting odd looks when you walk the halls. With all of the nightmares, noises, and visions, it begins to take a toll on you. You wonder if you're becoming way too familiar with darkness...

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

Parts 1-3 are on my page! (There's not much there, so it's easy to find!) Happy reading!

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It's late at night, and you are in the library, reorganizing some of the ancient books that had been misplaced by thoughtless students. This was intended to be your "detention" time, but you secretly wondered if Professor McGonagall had a soft spot for you. You loved the library. Not nearly as much as Hermione, but loved it nonetheless. You put away the last book from your cart, when your blood suddenly runs cold. The castle screamed, its magic going haywire. At the same time, that space near your ribs sears hot with fire. You double over in pain, shutting your eyes and grabbing onto the bookshelf nearest to you. A Hufflepuff girl rounds the corner and sees you in pain. She drops her books and runs to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. "Are you alright?" The noise begins to die down some, but there's still agony vocalizing itself through the walls of Hogwarts. You open your eyes and look at the first-year student. Nodding your head, you whisper, "Yes, I'm ok. Thank you for checking on me." She didn't look too convinced, but you just smile at her and pick up her books for her before heading into the halls.

You follow the noise, the noise that only you can hear. You round a corner and literally run into your brother, who looked like he was scaling the walls. You were relieved he was ok. "Harry, something's terribly wrong." His eyes go wide before asking. "You hear the voice, too?" Your brows furrow in confusion. "Voice? What voice?" Before he can answer the question, his face pales as he, you assume, hears this supposed voice again. Ron and Hermione round the same corner. "We have to go, I think it's going to kill!" Harry exclaims before running down the hall. "Kill?" Ron asks as the three of you chase after him. After a couple of turns, you are stopped dead in your tracks. The screams of the castle have died down to a whimper, but your ribs still burn. The three of you see a trail of spiders fleeing the scene, they feel scared...The gasps of your friends makes you look up. Your eyes go wide as you read aloud, "THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS HAS BEEN OPENED. ENEMIES OF THE HEIR...BEWARE". A cold sweat breaks on your forehead and you whisper the last word. "It's written in blood." Hermione notes with a somber look on her face. You had been so caught up in the noise, pain, and blood...that you didn't even notice the cat hanging by its tail near you.

Suddenly, you're surrounded. Students and professors alike, all with scared and suspicious looks on their faces. Of course, your brother is blamed immediately. For the message, and for the "murder" of Mrs. Norris. "She's not dead, Mr. Filch. I believe she's just been petrified." You tried to reason with the angry man, but he turned his head sharply your way, his hand still on your brother's shoulder. "I didn't ask you, girl!" Before you can argue with him, Professor Dumbledore interupts. With the help of your friends and, surprisingly, Snape, Harry is proven innocent...for now. You and your trio of friends make your way back to the dorms through the dark stairwells. Hermione voices her concerns. "For you to be hearing voices right before Mr. Norris is petrified...it's strange." "Should I have told them?" Harry asks, looking at you first. You simply shake your head as Ron answers, "Are you mad??" "No, Harry! Even in the wizarding world, hearing voices isn't a good sign...", Hermione ended ominously before leaving you all behind. Ron continues on behind her, but you stick with Harry. "Do you think I'm going mad?" Harry asks you. You gran his hand and continue up the stairs before answering with a smirk, "I'm your sister, Harry. I always I think you're mad." Though your words were meant to be light, you could see the struggle on your twin's face. You squeeze his hand, causing him to look up at you. With a more serious countenance you tell him, "Harry, I don't know what or who you are hearing, but I do know that something has gone terribly wrong here at Hogwarts." He furrows his brow in confusion, so you add, "Before I ran into you in the hall tonight, I felt something awful...powerful even. It about knocked me over. I can't explain what it is, but I do know that something evil is lurking around, and it's not you, brother." Your words seem to impact him. He nods as you guys approach the common room before heading to bed.

The next day you are all in Transfiguration class with Professor McGonagall, learning how to turn your pets into goblets. An odd thing to need to know, in your opinion, but whatever. The skilled professor shows you all how it's done, then calls on Ron to give it a whirl. He counts to three before reciting, "Vera Verto!" To no one's surprise, it doesn't quite work. Scabber's squeaks fill the room as he's turned into a hairy half-goblet monstrosity. Professor McGonagall informs Ron he needs a new wand before locking eyes on you. With a smile she suggests, "How about you, Miss Potter?" You take a look at your black cat Echo, who simply looks back at you as if awaiting your answer. You give him a single pet on the head before asking, "Professor? What can you tell us about the Chamber of Secrets?" After what happened yesterday, as well as the nightmares that kept you up all night, you were curious. The class went silent, everyone anticipating the answer. Professor McGonagall's eyes went dark for a second before she started speaking.

She began to tell the story of the creation of Hogwarts. How 1/4 of the founders believed that only "pureblood" children deserved to attend Hogwarts and learn about magic. You can feel Malfoy's eyes burning a hole in the back of your head, but you ignore him. You listen as the wise woman tells you that the original Slytherin "supposedly" built a chamber within Hogwarts, then sealed it up until his true heir returned to open it. That a terrible monster would be released, and would "purge" the school of all it deemed unworthy. Your breath catches as your ribs flare with a dull pain at the word, "monster". Of course, she concludes that no such chamber has been found, and that it is all simply a ledgend. You don't buy it, because you've seen it...even if you can't quite tell what it is yet.

The next few days were a journey for you. Harry almost died during his tournament (which was becoming an awful habit), more children were being petrified, and now...the school knows that your twin can communicate with snakes. It happened during a class about dueling. Professor Lockhart was teaching...for some reason. Of course, Harry and Malfoy get called to duel. It doesn't take long before the boys are flinging each other across the walk, instead of simply disarming each other as instructed. For whatever reason, Malfoy decided to conjure a serpent. It slithered across the walkway to a boy. You're not quite sure his name, but he's in Hufflepuff. As Harry walked up to the creature and started speaking, the room soon is filled with horrified looks on their faces. Though the words you hear from Harry's lips are foriegn, you somehow understand what he's saying. Perhaps one of those freaky twin things. No one knows what Harry is saying, and the whole situation looks bad. "The heir..." you hear whispered from a few different people.

The next few weeks become a blur of fear and darkness. More attacks, more "muggle-born" children petrified, and more whispers in the halls about your brother. "Is he truly the heir of Slytherin?" Everyone wondered. Harry, Ron, and Hermione (well, mostly Hermione) had spent a whole month brewing a Polyjuice potion in order to turn themselves into other people in order to get some information from Draco. You decided against joining them directly for a few different reasons. However, you spent all the time you could helping Hermione with the potion itself. The planned worked...sort of. Hermione accidently grabbed cat hair, which landed her a trip to the hospital wing. The boys got some useful information, however. The biggest takeaway is that this is not the first time that the Chamber of Secrets has been opened. That a student was expelled and another was murdered because of it. The last few weeks have also been restless for you. Nightmares keep you up at night, and weird things have been happening around you during the day. Paintings stop talking when you're near, the hall torches flicker slightly when you walk the halls, and that damned spot near your ribs burns more frequently than ever, especially when you walk down a particular hall. You've also discovered a new ability that comes with your "listening" magic. When you touch the walls of the castle, you get these...visions. Or memories, perhaps. It was all quite overwhelming.

Summary: As your second year at Hogwarts begin, something instantly feels wrong. Dark...cold. Something has awoken, and it seeks death.

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

Parts 1&2 are on my page! (There's not much there, so it's easy to find!) Happy reading!

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You're surrounded by darkness. You'd think you'd be used to it by now, but the darkness always seemed to consume you. You toss and turn in bed as images flood your mind in your sleep. Blood, scales, water. They flash by so quickly, some are hard to distinguish. You hear children crying, but the particular moans of a young girl overpower them all. You feel fear and dread, but most of all...hatred. Sharp, yellow eyes lurk around every corner, and you begin to hear an ancient language that preceeds all others. Sweat layers your forehead as your heart continues to race. Unintelligable words come out of your mouth as you fight against the images and feelings ruining your sleep. Deep within the walls of the castle, you feel cold. You see red hair, lifeless eyes, and a diary. You see ink appear on the pages, then hear it speak... "Y/n Potter..." You shoot straight up in bed, breath unsteady, sheets wet. Taking a minute to gather your senses, you close your eyes and try to make sense of what you just saw. "This wasn't just a dream", you think to yourself. The castle doesn't feel the same. The walls are whispering, the pipes echos flow through the building, and something hungry now lurked in the darkness...a monster.

The next day your first lesson is in the greenhouse with Professor Sprout. You like her. She's one of the few professors you've noticed that truly loves her specialty and cares for magic itself. You resonate with her. Today you are learning to re-pot Mandrakes. Not only are you tired from the lack of sleep you got last night, but your soul is resisting what you're about to do. You've always felt the most connected and alive when you were around nature. Roots, plants...life. Professor Sprout was also one of your favorites because she allowed for you to often come into the greenhouse during downtime hours and just be. Though these Mandrakes could help someone or something someday, you still recoil at the thought of ripping these babies from the comfort of their pot. Hermione earns your house points for her knowledge and you're all instructed to put on ear muffs before the professor begins her demonstration. "Grasp your Mandrake firmly, and pull straight up!" She pulls the plant out of the pot, and you instantly hear the shrieks of the poor thing. Though its voice is loud, the sadness and fear it pour into the atmosphere is louder to you.

Neville passes out, then everyone grabs ahold of their own Mandrakes. On the professor's count, they all put them out. Everyone except you. Shrieks fill your ears, and tears pool in your eyes as you stare at your untouched pot. You'd really rather not do this if you don't have to. "Miss Potter", Professor Sprout speaks softly behind you. "Something the matter?" She asks, though her face says she already understands. "This feels mean. They're so sad..." you respond, not sure if she can even hear you above the high-pitched noises. She smiles and pats your shoulder in comfort before telling you, "Yes, dear. That comes naturally to them. But remember...this is their purpose. Quite often, it hurts to do what we know is our duty. We may dread it, even fight it, but we still understand what role we must play. It takes courage to do what frightens us." Your eyes go wide at her words. Though she speaks of the Mandrakes, you can't help but sense that these words mean much more than this. You simply nod in response before facing your Mandrake once more. You carefully grab it and pull it out, its shrieks vibrating through your skull. You stare at the sad creature, a tear falling from your right eye. "It's ok, baby", you whisper, brushing its cheek with your finger. The shrieking continues, but you feel its fear decrease. You smile at it before adding, "We're gonna put you in a new home so you can grow big and strong."

Next on your schedule is "Defense Against the Dark Arts". For some odd reason, it's being taught by Gilderoy Lockhart. You can't help but roll your eyes as soon as he steps into class and starts talking. You're not even sure if this man has a soul, considering how empty he feels. Each word spoken is rehearsed, every story told with a hint of...mischief. You side-eye Hermione as she practically drools over the older man. You finally nudge her with your shoulder. "Really?" she asks. "Don't 'really' me! Really, him??" You ask incredulously. She simply shrugs before her eyes are back on him. The whole class was a disaster. Pixies, chaos, and poor Neville. "Why is it always me?" He asks as he hangs from his robes on the fixture, having been left there by the pixies. Class was...dismissed early, considering the professor ran out of the classroom and left you all (Hermione, really) to handle to uncontrollable creatures. The rest of the students had left, but you looked up to see Neville still hanging. You pull out your wand and raise it towards the boy. "Wingardium Leviosa" you speak lightly as you swish and flick. The fabric of his robes levitates just enough to unhook him, then you concentrate as you bring him back to the ground gently. Once his feet planted, he looked at you with a grateful smile. "Thank you, Y/n." You smile back at him before locking your arm with his to walk to your next class. "Anytime, Neville." You reply to him, then your eyes cloud over with with visions. Past and future. A curse, torture, and a baby boy crying in his crib for his parents. Then it switches. Victory, courage, family. "You alright, y/n?" Neville's voice breaks your trance. You look the young boy in the eyes, then smile. "It won't always be this way, Neville." He looked at you with confusion on his features, so you add, "You're destined for great things, Neville. Please remember that." Still confused, but hopeful, he nods at you as you continue on to your next class.

Later in the week, you are studying with Hermione and Ron outside where the weather is nice. Harry is gearing up for practice. While reading the ingredients to Polyjuice potion, you hear Oliver Wood's voice nearby. Looking up, you see the Slytherin and Gryffindor team facing each other, as well as a young Malfoy fresh on the Slytherin team. "This won't be good", you state to the others as you put your book down and start walking towards the two teams. You come to a halt when you notice the fancy broomsticks that each Slytherin holds. "How did you get those??" Ron asks. The leader with the horrid teeth smiles as he replies, "Draco's father." "You see Weasley, unlike some," Malfoy began. "My father can afford the best." You roll your eyes at the statement, then Hermione chimes in. "At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent." You nod your head in agreement, then clench your fists as Malfoy walks up to your best friend. "No one asked your opinion...you filthy little mudblood!"

The air around you thins, everyone gasps in shock, and your blood begins to boil. Hermione has confided in you before about her parents, and the way some people feel about "muggle-born" children. You felt it from Hermione as soon as the word left Draco's mouth: pain. She usually didn't show open hurt like that, having built up walls of protection. But you knew the severity of this statement made towards her. Her face had paled, but you could see she wasn't going to fight. That somehow made you ever more upset. Normally you're not confrontational, in fact, you despise confrontation. That being said, no one gets to hurt your family like that. Before Ron or Harry could speak up, you take one big step until you're toe-to-toe with Draco Malfoy. Everyone's eyes widened, even Draco's, slightly. He soon produced a smirk on his face. "Awe, the other Potter finally-" "Say it again." You interrupt. Your voice was surprisingly soft, and perhaps that frightened the other's more. Even the birds that had been in the area suddenly all fluttered away from the scene. Malfoy's smirk flattened a little. "W-what?" He stuttered. "Say. It. Again." You repeat, more slowly. You felt a flash of something in his spirit. Fear? Regret? You couldn't quite tell, but it sure was different. Of course, he didn't back down. "I said she's a filthy. Mud. Blood." He repeated in a similar tone to your previous statement.

 "You wanna know something strange, Malfoy?" You ask genuinely, which only confused him moreso, but you didn't give him time to respond. "You care so much about blood 'purity', but guess what...magic doesn't. Magic chose Hermione before it ever knew her blood. And you know what else? Hermione is the best that this school has ever seen!" The other Slytherin's give each other confused looks at your words. You take in a breath before continuing. "But you knew that already...we all do. You simply choose to insult her because even though you've been taught to see someone of her heritage as lesser...you can't help but admit that she is extraordinary." Silence soon follows your words, having done their job. Malfoy chuckles, perhaps to cover up the gulp that only you seemed to hear. "You think you're clever!" He spits out. "I think you're scared." You retort. The fire that's been burning in the courtyard firepit shot up high once, then settled. Not that anyone noticed. A beat of silence, then another. You lean in closer to Malfoy, and you see him holding in his breath. "You do not get to speak to her that way ever again." You end on that note. Not a threat...neccessarily.

Summary: The summer before your second year at Hogwarts was where you learned to listen out of pure instinct. No more fighting with magic, but living with it in harmony. As the new school year comes closer, so does that dark feeling you once felt. The pain returned, and questions arose once more...

It's as if they heard stories about her...and perhaps they did. Because people often whispered about strange magic, and Y/n Potter was becoming harder to understand...

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

Part 1 is on my page! (There's not much there, so it's easy to find!)

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Your eyes stay screwed shut as you experience a crash-landing coming out of some old dusty pit. They finally open when you come to a halt and the dust settles some. You take in your surroundings, immediately looking for your brother. Judging from the odd looks you're receiving, you gather that Harry hadn't come through this end earlier. You give a tight-lipped apologetic smile to the folks in the shop, heartbeat increasing as you feel darkness. This clearly isn't Diagon Alley. You hear tortured whispers beneath the grounds here, and feel overwhelming dread in the air. You make a b-line for the door, hearing the bell jingle as you exit. You look in either direction of this strange alley you find yourself in, then take a grounding breath. You're ok, you tell yourself, keeping your sensing on alert. You decide to take a right, not based off of anything in particular. As silly as it sounds, you call out to your brother inwardly, hoping you're twin-connection is a true thing that can help you find him. "Harry, I'm going to kill you when I find you", you whisper to yourself as you venture further through this unknown territory. You've received a few queer looks from strangers as you pass them, but you imagine that this is no place for a kid, so they're curious.

"Oye!" you hear a voice call, but you keep your gaze straight and keep moving forward. The darkness you felt now deepened the longer you stayed here. You pick up the pace of your step, but you soon feel a hand on your shoulder. "Oye, I'm talkin' to ye!" You turn around and look up at a tall, thin man who wore dark cloaks and dust covering his face. He gives a too-wide smile when you look at him, showing off his rotting teeth. Your heart races as you shrug his hand off of you and apologize. "I'm sorry", you mumble sheepishly while taking a step back. He only takes a step closer and looks down at the rest of you before half-shouting, "What's a little las like ye doing out here all alone?" This brings many more pairs on eyes your way, some even walking closer to you. You swallow the lump in your throat and push out the images that plague your mind when looking this man in the eye. Your bracelet begins to burn hot: Hermione..."I'm not alone" you begin, begging your voice to remain steady. "I'm here with my brother." The man in front of you dramatically turns his head one way then the other, and you hear yet another voice behind you. "I think we have a stray kitten on our hands." You don't even bother to look back, but you feel the presence of about half a dozen people now crowding you. The man in front of you reaches out and grabs you by the elbow. "Don't worry, las. We'll take good care of ye..." Tears prick your vision and you begin to plead, when suddenly you hear a booming voice.

"Aye!" All eyes look in its direction, and your soul sighs in relief when you see Hagrid walking towards you. He must have reputation here, or perhaps his stature scares people. All hands were instantly off of you, and everyone backed up. You don't hesitate to run to your giant friend, crashing into him, clutching his coat. He gives your shoulder a comforting squeeze before speaking to the masses. "If I ever catch any of ye rats with your hands on my girl again...Iwill be the last thing you ever see." The men all nod with their heads down, while the ladies in the street simply walked away. Hagrid takes you by the hand and you both walk off, to anywhere but here.

"Are you alright, darling?" Hagrid asks as you approach a street sign that reads "Diagon Alley". You fight off the tears that prick your eyes as you look up at him and nod your head. He stops in his tracks and takes you into a bear hug, to which you cling to him. "I'll kill 'em, those good for nothing sacks of.." You hear Hagrid mumble to himself, his heartbeat harsh against your embrace. You pull back form him and give him a reassuring smile. "I'm alright, Hargrid, I promise. Thank you for saving me." Tears gloss his eye as he nods before asking, "How did you get down there, anyway? Dodgy place, not somewhere you should ever be." "I was looking for Harry. The idiot didn't pronounce his words properly, so I had to go chase after him...I still don't know where he is." You end with wide eyes, now remembering you were here to find Harry in the first place. You and Hargrid continue walking, keeping your eyes peeled for your brother. Soon you find him, but only because you saw a face you've been wanting to see all summer.

"Y/n!" Hermione calls out as you both run towards each other. You crash land into a hug, both of your bracelets shining bright. You let out an exauhsted laugh, so glad to be reunited with your best friend. Harry catches you in a hug soon after, but you step back and punch him in the arm when you're done. "Harry James Potter, you idiot!" You half-shout at your twin. He looks horrified, Hargrid looks amused, Hermione looks impressed. "DiaGonAllY!" You mock in his tone, to which he rolls his eyes. "It was my first time, Y/n, give me a break!" You exhale a sharp breath and cross your arms. "Yeah, I'll give you a break. Next time, I won't come looking for you." Hermione nudges your shoulder with her own and Harry just smirks at you. "Surreee you won't." You do your best to put on an angry face, but he just puts an arm around you and sweeps you away to go buy your school supplies for the new year.

The three of you find your way back to the Weasley's in a bookshop. Mrs. Weasley checks you both over before a man comes out with a round of applause greeting him. "Lockhart" you heard him be called. You study him as he spoke, and you felt shallowness. Nothing about this man appears to be genuine. When he looks you in the eye, you can tell he's looking through you. Interesting... "Harry Potter?" He calls out. Your brother is quickly whisked away and paraded in front of everyone and the cameras for show. Your famous brother, never allowed to just be. You stay in your place between Ron and Hermione: watching, guarding. As you always do. You look up, and see Draco Malfoy watching from above. Though, his eyes are not on your brother or Lockhart... they're on you. As soon as your gaze makes contact with his, he averts his eyes elsewhere.

 Lockhart so graciously gifts Harry a stack of books with his name on them, then pushes him away to continue whatever it is he's here for. You give him a look when he returns, to which he rolls his eyes. Mrs. Weasley gladly takes the books from your brother to go get them signed by the famous author himself before shooing you all away. As you approach the entrance to the bookstore, you hear a voice call out to your brother. "Famous Harry Potter, can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." He ends with a glare. Ginny steps up to defend your brother, and you place a steady hand on her shoulder. Soon enters Lucius Malfoy, the patriarch of the golden family. He takes the time to admire your brother's scar.

You stand nearby watching, but Draco interupts your thoughts. "And if it isn't the other Potter..." You move your gaze to the young boy, giving him the same smile you attempted to give him when you first met. This causes him to roll his eyes. "How does it feel knowing you'll always be inferior to your famous brother?" The smile remains on your face as you consider his words. "That's an interesting question. Whatever led you to ask me that?" You ask in return. His face contorts in some mixture of confusion and agitation. "Such a freak you are." You chuckle to yourself and walk away with Ginny back towards your brother. Lucius snatched Ginny's book from her as he berated the status of the Weasley family. You look over at Hermione, and she looks pale. What did he say to her? You wonder to yourself. Hermione's bracelet glows slighty, and she looks up at you with a sad smile. The elder Malfoy plops the book back into Ginny's couldren, and your ribs sear with pain.

You suck in a breath through your teeth and clutch your body, bent over slightly. Hermione grabs you by your arm, and Harry turns around to check on you. "What is it?" He asks in concern. You look up at him with worry and confusion. You're not sure what it is, but something has just been awakened. You shake your head at the two, still waiting for an answer. "It's nothing, I'm sure." They don't look convinced, but leave it alone anyway. After taking in a breath and regaining composure, you look up at the two Malfoys not too far from you. They both appear to be...studying you. It's as if they heard stories about you...and perhaps they did. Because people often whispered about strange magic, and Y/n Potter was becoming harder to understand...

It's finally time to board on the Hogwarts express...and you are running very late. Your unexpected detour through sketchy alleys probably didn't help, but here you all were: running towards your platform. The twins and Percy make it through alright. "Y/n, will you do it with me?" Ginny asks in a nervous voice. You nod and start to push your trolley forward, but Mrs. Weasley steps up. "It's alright, baby. Mum and Dad will go with you." You'd rather not intrude, so you step back and give Ginny an apologetic smile. "I'll see you on the other side, sister." You bid to her as they make it through the door. You had a sinking feeling in your stomach, but Ron and Harry take off before you can vocalize your concerns. They crash into the closed door that would normally lead you to Platform 9 3/4. Their stuff flies everywhere, and I'm sure Hedwig is not pleased at the sudden downward trip. You quickly help the boys up and check on Hedwig. An officer comes up and questions you guys, but you give him a smile and apologize for the chaos. He walked away, leaving you three stranded. "We're too late", you announce to the boys, looking at the clock. "Maybe we should wait by the car" your brother suggests. Ron gets a certain look on his face, and you are not sure how to feel about it.

Summary: The summer before your second year at Hogwarts was where you learned to listen out of pure instinct. No more fighting with magic, but living with it in harmony. As the new school year comes closer, so does that dark feeling you once felt. The pain returned, and questions arose once more...

It's as if they heard stories about her...and perhaps they did. Because people often whispered about strange magic, and Y/n Potter was becoming harder to understand...

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

Sorcerer's Stone is complete on my page! (There's not much there, so it's easy to find!)

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The summer before second hear felt heavier than usual. Not louder or darker. Just...colder. Which was in contrast to the July heat that baked Privet Drive. The summer is when your ability to listen became pure instinct. No more fighting or questioning, but harmony between you, your magic, and the magic that seems to surround you always. When feet stomped around the house and your aunt threw hateful words your way, you felt comfort in the feeling of your magic. Harry kept his head down, and you watched over him. Same as you always had. You and Harry sat on the floor next to each other, watching Hedwig angrily peck at her cage. Harry had a downcast look on his face. You nudged his shoulder with your own and raised your brows in question when he looked at you. "Still no letters", he answered softly. You nod once in thought at his response, then stand up to go stand at the window, staring into the dark night.

As you get lost in thought, you clutch your ribs as a dull pain hits you there. It went away for a while after Harry defeated Professor Quirrell, but about a week ago it started returning. Not quite as sharp as before, but definitely present. You could sense that something was waiting for you back at Hogwarts, but you didn't care. You were ready to go home, your true home. Harry didn't seem to notice your discomfort, so you kept him out of the loop. You finally sigh aloud before stating, "I think something is interfering...". You glance back over at your twin, seeing a queer expression on his face. "What makes you think that?", he asks. You look down at your wrist, the bracelet Hermione made you for Christmas lighting up softly. Not one day goes by that you and Hermione aren't on each others' minds. You shrug at your brother. "I don't know. Just a feeling." Harry smirks before retorting, "You always have 'just a feeling' about things like this!" You grab your pillow off your bed and throw it at him and reply, "And those 'feelings' tend to be right, don't they?" You had both been joking, but soon you're looking at each other with a knowing look. That you're probably right...something is interfering....

You and your brother ascend the stairs towards your bedroom, having just been ridiculed for even exsisting by your "family". The closer you got, you began to hear something banging in your room. Harry gives you a questioning look before opening the door. You witness a small creature you've yet to see before. Ears like a bat, giant eyes, and rags for clothes. It turns around to look at the two of you, before smiling. "The Potter Twins! Such an honor it is!" He ends with a bow. The two of you side-eye each other, before Harry asks who this creature is. "Dobby..." He begins to reply. When he looks you in the eye, you're met with a wave of sadness and darkness. You began to feel fear...woven into magic. Forced, and bound, like chains. Then images flood your mind. A dark manor, and a sinister laughter, covered in golden hair... You soon understood: Dobby wasn't simply fearful, but he belonged to someone cruel.

After an answer to your missing letters and some self-beating from Dobby, he ends up racing down the stairs. You and Harry quietly chase after him, desparate to keep the house elf away from the non-magical folk. You were very unsuccessful in preventing a pudding cake from making a mess of the guests. With a snap and a vanish, Dobby has just sentenced you and your brother to containment. The windows are now barred, the door locked from the outside. You and Harry are now prisoners, forbidden from returning for your second year at Hogwarts. You pinch the bridge of your nose as you try to even understand this logic. "They clearly despise us...why not get rid of us for the majority of the year??" Harry just shrugs at your question, compeltely miserable from your current circumstances. Aunt Petunia made sure to take a couple extra jabs at you while Uncle Vernon boarded the windows earlier that evening. "A good-for-nothing girl, just like your mother..." All the lights in the house had flickered as soon as the words left her mouth. No one thought anything of it, but you knew. It wasn't often that Petunia mentioned your mother, but when she did...she didn't hold back. Tears fall down your face as you recall her words. Of course you didn't believe them, but that doesn't mean it doesn't still hurt. Harry came and sat next to you on your bed, wrapping an arm around you. You put your head on his shoulder and dry up the tears. You refuse to waste them.

You couldn't go to sleep that night. Something was in the air, but you couldn't quite pin what is was. You sat in the window sill, staring at the stars in the sky, and rubbing your hand absent mindedly over your ribs. The pain is more prominent. You close your eyes and take in a deep breath, attepmting to tap into the magic in the air and hear what it's trying to tell you. Just when you think you've broken through, a louder noise fills your ears. Something rumbling. You open your eyes and stand up as you inspect the night. As the noise increases, you squint and begin to see movement in the distance. "Is that a car?" You ask yourself as the object comes closer. Soon, your face breaks out into a smile. The biggest one you've had all summer. You'd recognize those red-headed boys anywhere. Before they come, you run over to Harry's bed and shake him by the shoulders. "Harry!" You shout in a whisper. He jolts awake and asks what's wrong with you. He sits up straight when he sees your smile before you reply, "Our rescue team is here!"

You hate to admit that you are slightly nauseous from the wobbly ride...and an even more wobbly landing. By the time the sun officially rose, you'd arrived at the Weasley residence. Once you confirmed that the car was at a complete stop, you got out immediately to stretch and get some fresh air. As you look up at the beautiful home, your smile returned. Your eyes close on their own as you feel magic whisp throughout and around this home. Not magic that's controlled, or commanded, but loved. You hear the voices of the boys behind you, before hearing the particular voice of Fred. When you turn around, he's already jogging in your direction. He hugs you so tightly he nearly lifts you off of the ground. You hug him back and laugh at his antics before giving Ron and George a hug as well. "C'mon now", Fred pushes. "Before mum wakes up."

You all enter the small home, you and your brother taking it all in. The two of you look around for a bit before hearing Ron say around a mouthful of bread, "It's not much, but it's home." "I think it's brilliant", your brother replies, which you nod in agreement to. Out of nowhere, Mrs. Weasley appears. "Where have you been??" She softens the moment she sees you and your brother. After threatening to put bars on Ron's windows, she invited you to breakfast. As the boys headed towards the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley locks you into the tightest, warmest hug you've ever had. When she pulls back, she cups your face and looks at you with glossy eyes. "Oh, sweetheart, you've gotten so thin." Her words and countenance catch you off guard, tears pricked in your own eyes now as you think back on Aunt Petunia's harsh words and acts of punishments surrounding food. She gives you one more quick hug before shooing you into the kitchen to eat.

After a lovely breakfast and some interesting questions from Mr. Weasley regarding "muggles", you all received your Hogwarts letters for this year. Mrs. Weasley informed you that you will all be going to Diagon Alley to buy your things for the year. Also, that you would be travelling by something called, "Floo Powder". You've heard of it before, but this is your first time seeing and doing it. Ron shows you guys how it's done first. You watch in awe as the green flames take Ron whever it is he needs to go. "See, it's quite easy, dears." Mrs. Weasley states before ushering Harry into the pit. He gives you an apprehensive look before taking a handful of the grey powder. "Now, remember to speak very, very clearly!" Mrs. Weasley encourages. A beat passes before you hear, "Diagonally!" from the mouth of your brother.

Summary: You are Harry's twin sister. A quiet and reserved child, but with great power and destiny. While your brother is the "boy who lived" and the one who would fulfill the prophecy of saving the world, you are the one who makes the world worth saving. " Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed."

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

Ps: Parts 1-4 are on my page. There's barely anything on there, they should be easy to find. (AKA I still don't know how to hyperlink properly)

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That night, after the other girls were fast asleep, you got dressed and met Hermione and the boys in the commons. As you go down the stairs, you're the first to notice Trevor, Neville's toad, sitting on the arm of the chair. Neville revealed himself soon after, and put up his fists in defense, worried about us getting your house into more trouble than it already was. Before you could even speak, hoping to help him understand, Hermione had other plans. "Petrificus Totalus", she cast, sending the poor boy down with a harsh landing. Your friends all apologized as they passed his body, but you stopped for a second. Approaching the armchair formally taken by Neville, you gently scoop up his precious toad in your hands. You give him a peck on the top of his head, to which he closed it eyes at the contact. "Look after him." You request from the toad as you place him on Longbottom's chest. He seems to blink at you in response, to which you nod before catching up with the trio.

"Alohomora", Hermione whispers, unlocking the door that leads to fluffly with ease. You hear the melodic sounds of a harp once you enter, and the sleepy breath of the beautiful creature blows the invisibility cloak off of your group. The four of you gently move the huge paw off of the trapdoor, then kneel above the open door as you plan your next move. Harry is leading, but something he says catches your attention. "If something bad happens, get yourselves out." Then he looks at you. "All of you." You furrow your brow and shake your head. "Y/n", Harry starts, but you beat him to it. "No, brother! I'm not leaving you." The look and tone you gave did the trick. Harry sighed, but nodded, internally grateful that he won't be alone. You breathe a sigh of relief, but then the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You look at Harry to see a similar expression to yours on his face. "Does it seem...quiet?" You whisper, no longer hearing the harp in the background. You all look up to see snarling teeth waiting to dig into you. You all jump through the door, you last, right as the jaws of death come down on the door after you.

You hear your own scream as you fall for what seems like ages. You eventually land on something. You blink repeatedly, trying to straighten your vision. Whatever you've landed on was soft, but also...alive? You place your palm flat next to you, then recoil at the warm, rubbery feeling. The moment your hand recoils, a vine-like snare wraps around your wrist, pulling it down next to your legs. You instictively bring your other hand to it to try and free yourself, but you are soon wrapped in coils of Devil's Snare. You vaguely remember listening to Hermione read about them to you in the commons one evening. You look over at your brother, who is panicking the more he gets wrapped. You call out to him, but he doesn't seem to hear you. One wraps around your neck, and you close your eyes. "Ok, ok. You win..." You think to yourself as you steady your breathing. You hear Harry call your name, but you focus on your breath. "Please, let me go. You've done your job." You whisper. You soon feel yourself start to sink into a void of sorts.

"Oh, now I can relax!" You hear Ron sarcastically call out as you drop to a floor, Hermione falling right after you. You check on her quick before looking back up. "Harry, relax! We're right down here!" You call out to your twin. Soon, he's joined with you guys below, and you kneel next to him to make sure he's alright. You hear Ron scream Harry's name, and he fights even more now that he's alone. Hermione looks to you as she attempts to recall the reading about Devil's Snare. You close your eyes as you feel something stir in the atmosphere, and in you. Warmth...light....light! "Lumos!" You call out to Hermione, who looks at you for only a brief moment before drawing her wand. As she casts the spell, blinding light shoots out, freeing Ron from the snare.

As you continue on your adventure, you discover a room full of flying keys, as well as a broom. It's almost as if this was a challenge built for Harry. He's the best flyer you've ever known. You two look at each other, both not having a great feeling about this. With Ron's push, Harry grabs the broom, setting off a frenzie of killer keys. "Go, Harry!" You encourage him. As he flies off and fights off these keys, you have no choice but to stand there, wait, and hope he doesn't get knocked off his broom. Harry snatches the old key, the calls out to you. "Catch the key!" You reach your hands up and gently catch the key, running to the door. You have it open quickly, just in time for your brother to fly through the open door. As you and Ron close the door, you hear the dozens of keys punture through the wood. You turn to and smile at your friends in success before continuing on to whatever else awaits you.

As you all approach the giant chessboard, the hum of the castle increases in its intensity. The atmosphere somehow darkens. You feel a pain in your ribs, and you clutch yourself at the sudden feeling, eyes screwing shut in pain. Harry's hand is on your shoulder in an instant. "What is it?" He asks, your friends surrounding you with worried expressions. You take a couple of grounding breaths before standing straight and opening your eyes. "We're almost there. To the stone...to whatever is after it." Grave expressions soon fill the room, before the game begins. You've watched Ron and Harry play Wizard's Chess before. You even let your brother convince you to play with him once, to which you almost won. You allow for Ron to direct you. With each piece of the game that gets obliterated, the more pressure you feel. The louder the castle becomes, crying out for help. You pinch the bridge of your nose in hopes of relieving some of the pressure, but to no avail. Concrete and fire soon surround you, and everything is quiet as Ron contemplates what to do. As soon as he vocalizes his plans, tears begin to well in your eyes. "Ron..." You cry out hoarsly, but are not heard over Harry's shouts. "What is it??" Hermione asks. You shake your head sadly in response before Harry speaks up. "He's going to sacrifice himself."

After some arguing and convincing from Ron, he makes his move. Down he goes...and he doesn't come back up. You let the tears fall in pain and in fear of your friend's lives. Harry finally finishes the game. As soon as the sword makes contact with the ground, you are running towards an unconscious Ron. You all check him over. You place a hand where his heart is, feeling the eratic beat of it. You close your eyes and take a deep breath before whispering words of peace and rest under your breath. Soon enough, his heart and breath have calmed. "He'll be ok." You announce to the rest. Harry tells Hermione to go get help, and that he has to move on. He takes a look at you, searching your eyes. You give him a small smile before telling him, "I'm not leaving you." He nods at your words. "You'll be ok..." Hermione begins. "Both of you. You're two great wizards." Harry looks hesitant. "Not as great as you." He admits. Hermione shakes her head slightly. "Me? Books and cleaverness? There are more important things. Friendship..." She looks at you, both of you sharing a teary smile as your bracelets light up. "and bravery." She concludes. You both nod at her before standing up. With a long breath, you and Harry begin walking to what may be your last adventure...

With each step you descend into unknown territory, the air gets colder. Your skin prickles violently. The small area near your ribs begins hurting again, but you don't bend this time. You need to be strong. The darkness that's been lying underneath the castle was now fully awake. Harry looks at you, a look of fear in his eye that brings you back to your shared crib all those years ago. You could never forget that look. You give his hand a squeeze and whisper, "I'm with you...always." He nods back at you as you both approach a dark figure before the Mirror or Erised. Your breath catches in your throat as you realized who this was. "I knew it wasn't Snape", you think to yourself as Harry winces at his burning scar. You both come to a halt as Harry now sees who has been after the stone...and his life.

"You?" Harry speaks in disbelief. Professor Quirrell turns around with a dark and smug expression on his face. As the two threw words back and forth with each other, you attempted to step forward, but something in you reacted violently, making your knees buckle. "If your sister hadn't made me break eye contact, I would've succeeded in killing you!" He exclaims before looking at you in your state. His smirk expression darkened as he took in the sight of you. "You shouldn't have come..." Quirrell states. You straighten your posture and look him in the eyes. Harry steps in front of you protectively, and you grab onto the back of his shirt, regaining your composure. Quirrell looks unimpressed as he turns back around to face the mirror. "I see myself with the stone...how do I get it?" Spoken aloud by the "professor", then...another voice. Another presence.Quirrell demands Harry stand in front of the mirror. He complies. As Harry is forced to see the answer through the mirror, you close your eyes. You let yourself feel. The castle is louder than ever before. Not fighting against you, but with you. You steady your breath and hover your hand over your wand. Before you can grab it, something shifts. The atmosphere somehow even colder, Harry's pocket just got heavier, and that voice...

"Let me speak to them..." You can barely hear the voice, but you don't need to. You can feel the magic, the power, the darkness. Professor Quirrell slowly unwraps his head to reveal "he who shall not be named". Voldemort. His name never brought you fear, only rage. You look down slightly at your wrist, the bracelet Hermione gave you glowing. "At least she's alright", you think to yourself. When the final portion of fabric falls from his face, his eyes open. When they meet yours, your body convulses. Touched by the same dark magic that touched you many years ago in your mother's home. Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you see images. Fire, darkness, death...your brother...walking into death...

You come back to your senses quickly, and grabbed your wand. As you raised it, you invited in anything willing to help you. "Please..." You whisper internally, feeling magic seep out of the walls, feeling a mother's love in the atmosphere, aiding you. You see light cast from your wand, then your eyes scan the chamber. They sweep past your reflection through the Mirror of Erised, and you could've sworn you saw gold glowing from your green eyes...The fire dimmed, the mirrors trembled. Voldemort cried out, "Get her!" You hold your wand up in defense, and he backs up for a second. Long enough for Harry to step in front of you with the stone in his hand. Quirrell lunged for your brother, but not before grabbing you by the arms and tossing you down the bout of steps behind him. You did your best to tuck, but your head still struck the concrete at the bottom of the steps. You look up with blurry vision to see the professor on top of your brother, strangling him. Before you render unconscious, you reach out to your brother with your magic, the same way you did for your mother before you even knew what magic was. As your vision fades to black, you see Quirrell's hand turn to ash at your brother's touch...

Pain. That's the first thing you noticed. You're head hurt. You're awake, but eyes are still closed. The sun must be shining through a window, because you can feel it's warmth and already see its brightness through your closed eyes. You try to gather your senses and figure out where you are. Last you remembered, you were fighting for your and your brother's life. Your brother...Your eyes shoot open when you recall the last image you saw. Harry was being killed by Professor Quirrell; by Voldemort. As you expected, the sunshine burned your eyes, and you turn your head to the right. You're in the hospital wing, surrounded by beds, laying down. You see Harry lying in the bed next to yours. He's asleep, but his left hand is hanging off the edge, as if he had been reaching for your own hand. Your hand which, you now saw, was also off the edge of your bed towards your brother. A small smile forms on your lips, knowing that your brother is ok. "You're awake!" You startle when you hear Hermione's voice on the other side of your bed. She sits in a chair, book in hand, and slight redness to her eyes. You smile up at her and sit up to give her a hug. Glad that she, too, was alright.

Days passed since your close call with death, and it was somehow the last day of school. Much of it was a blur. Lots of people thanked and congratulated your brother, word of his victory having spread like wildfire. A couple of people gave you a respectful nod in passing, and you were alright with little to no acknowledgment. Your brother was the true hero, and you were grateful to just be there for him. He's the sword...you are the lantern. Your jaw dropped to the floor when Gryffindor won the house cup. It was by a hair, but hey, a win is a win. Through the cheers and claps, you caught a couple people's eye. First, Professor Snape. Though he was not the one attempting to kill your brother, there's still an ache that you felt when looking into his eyes. Then there was Draco Malfoy. His eyes were full of anger, pain, and hurt. You gave him a smile, still trying to lighten some of the darkness in him. He looks offended and breaks the contact.

Once the feast began, you found yourself laughing with your friends. Truly laughing...for the first time in a long while. It felt good to belong, to be seen. Though yes, you'll have to go back to the Dursley's for the summer, you know you and Harry will be ok. You and Hermione had a good, but teary goodbye. Promising to write each other, and reminding yourself that you have your friendship bracelets. As you and your friends begin boarding the train to go home, Hargrid stopped you and Harry. He handed Harry a photo album, in which are pictures of him, yourself, and your parents...laughing together. Lilly held baby Harry in her arms, while James had you tuck in his own arms. Of course, the two of you were holding hands, having always been rather inseperable. You look over Harry's shoulder with tears in your eyes. You both thank Hagrid before Harry boards the train.

Summary: You are Harry's twin sister. A quiet and reserved child, but with great power and destiny. While your brother is the "boy who lived" and the one who would fulfill the prophecy of saving the world, you are the one who makes the world worth saving. " Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed."

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

Ps: Parts 1-3 are on my page. There's barely anything on there, they should be easy to find. (AKA I still don't know how to hyperlink properly)

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Harry and Ron came barging into your room that night, something very exciting they had discovered. Harry began to tell you about a magic mirror that shows you want you want. As they spoke, your eyes went wide slightly. "Erised", you whisper. Both boys go silent at your voice, then look at each other with confusion. "Yea...", Ron began. "How did you know?" A sad look crossed your face before you answer, "Because I've already seen it." A beat or two passed of silence. "You already sawr it? And didn't even bother to tell us??" Ron began, looking a bit irritated. Harry gave him a glare in your defense as you nod your head in confirmation. "Well, what did you see?" Your brother asks you. You let out a sigh before shrugging and answering with a simple, "Nothing." The boys look at you as if you're mad. "Nothing??" They ask in unison. Your cheeks flush as you nod once again. "Yes...it didn't show me anything." The silence almost becomes unbearable. Then Ron perks up. "Maybe you did it wrong. We should all go together and see if that helps you see something." You didn't want to go back. Not because you were afraid, but you didn't feel the need to prod at a magical object that was clearly not interested in you anyway. Harry looks you in the eyes and can sense your struggle. He sits next to you on the bed and you lean your head on his shoulder. "No, Ron, it's ok. There's no need for y/n to go if she doesn't want to." Ron nods in understanding, and you look up at Harry with a smile of gratitude before you all say your goodbyes and go back to bed.

As the days went by, your brother was beginning to change. He was always going off on his own, not telling you where he was going or what he was doing...but you knew. It was the mirror. One night, while you and Harry were sitting by the fire in the commons, he opened up to you. "I see them...", he began. "Mum and Dad. Standing next to me...and you. We're all a family again." You could see his eyes well up with tears, feel all the emotions flowing through him as he recalls. You put your arm around him in comfort, but have no clue what to say to him. Yes, you wish that your parents never met the fate they did, and that you had a better upbringing, where you were all one big happy magical family. On the other hand, whenever you try to grieve the loss of them, something in you shuts down. You've always wondered if you were broken. You've always been there for Harrry and his grief, but have never quite learn how to do it for yourself...

So, after days of Harry distancing himself to stare into the mirror, you decided to go. To be there for your twin, and to help him snap out of whatever trance this thing had on him. You walk into the cold and dark room after hours and see your brother...and Professor Dumbledore. Harry looks sad, but understanding. Without even turning, the professor announces, "Miss Potter, I was wondering when you would join us." You walk farther into the room, knowing your cover was already blown. As you approach the two, you make eye contact with Harry and ask with your eyes if he's ok. He nods and grabs your hand when you're close enough. "Evening, Professor." You greet. He smiles at you and checks his watch before stating, "Late evening, at that. Harry, why don't you head to bed?" Harry nods, then looks at you for a second before heading off. You begin to leave shortly behind him, but a voice stops you. "Miss Potter...something on your mind?" You think for a second, look at the mirror that shows you nothing, then look back at the old wizard. "It doesn't appear to work." You state boldly, but softly. Dumbledore smirks and quirks up and eyebrow before questioning, "Doesn't it?" You look at him with slight confusion before following up. "It shows something to everybody else. Ron sees himself successfull, Harry sees our parents, and I see...nothing..." You end it off quietly, wondering why you're the odd one out. Professor Dumbledore studies you for a moment. Not as something unusual...but rare. "I do not believe that is true." He states softly before whispering, "The mirror always shows something." Your brows furrow impossibly further. You open your mouth to speak, but are beat to it. "The Mirror of Erised reveals the deepest desire in someone." He states simply, looking into the mirror at something only he can see. A beat. Then two. "...I know." You peep out, looking at the professor. "Do you?" He questions, not breaking eye contact with himself.

This startled you. Are these supposed to be riddles? You think to yourself. Before you can question even further, he contimnues. "Miss Potter...I don't believe that your desire is something that can be seen. You have spent so much time listening to others, that you have never considered what is it that you want..." He seems to trail off, leaving the thought to hang in the air, and get stuck in your throat. Tears start to well in your eyes and almost fall...almost. After some more silence, your whisper slices through the air. "What if I don't know?"

"Then I think you are where you ought to be." The professor speaks. "You see, most young wizards believe they know what they want...who they are. More often than not, they are wrong. Unbelievably so...but not you." He finally breaks contact with the magic mirror and turns to face you, your face showing your inner battle. "You, Miss Potter...are a rare thing. An exception. You do not weild magic, you commune with it. Rarely throughout my years have I seen such power in a young witch like yourself. I only ask that you never forget how to listen the way that you do. It is your greatest strength." You are taken aback by these words. You've never felt so...exposed before. You can only nod at his final words, struggling to find any of your own. He bows slightly before exiting the room, leaving you to look at the mirror one last time...

When Hermione returned from holiday, she explained the bracelet to you. Holding up her own wrist to reveal a matching one, she tells you that if you think of Hermione, then her bracelet will light up. If Hermione thinks of you, yours will light up. It's charmed with binding power, so it can only be removed by the proper owner. She told you that she had a strange sense. That not only will these bracelets symbolize and bind your friendship to one another, but that they could be real handy someday...

As the holiday ends and the season changes once more, you and your trio of friends discovered something huge. A stone, a secret, and...a dragon. Your late night visit to Hargrid's to uncover the truth leads to a rather dark detention sentence. You had to hide the smirk on your face when you heard Malfoy exclaim, "Sorry, professor. Did you say the 'five' of us??" He must've sensed your eyes on him, for he turned sharply and gave you a look that was meant to scare you, but it only revealed his own fear behind them. Though you like to think yourself brave, you couldn't help but to feel the increase of your heartbeat as you split off with Harry and Malfoy into the Dark Forest. Honestly, who thought it wise to send a bunch of first-years to go find a wounded unicorn? Anyhow, that's what led you and your brother to be stranded in the forest, watching as some creature feeds off of the poor unicorn. Harry falls backwards, and you draw your wand. "Please, help", you call out to nothing in particular. The creature comes up closer, seemingly interested in the likes of your twin. As you raise your wand, you could've swore you saw light emit from its tip, but you are soon rescued by a kind centaur who knows you by name. Who also comes with a warning...that he's not the only creature in the dark who knows the name "Potter"...

As you and Harry debrief your friends about what happened in the forest that night, you were growing very tired. You could hardly keep your eyes open, despite the adrenaline of tonight's events running through you. Harry paced as he explained what he thought was Snape's plan to help Voldemort. You sat on the sofa with Hermione, who had let you rest your head on her shouldar when she saw how beat you were. She was such a good friend. You looked down at your bracelet, which had began lighting up. You smiled and look up at your friend, who was already looking down at you with a small smile of her own. Ron's voice cut through the air like a blade. "You don't think he'll try to...kill you...do you?" All eyes were now on Harry, but his eyes met yours. The conversation you had with your eyes made yours water slightly. He spoke, "I think if he'd had the chance..." "He would've done it tonight..." You finished for him, the last word ending in a whisper. After moments of silence, Hermione reiterated that as long as Professor Dumbledore is here, Harry is safe. That made you all breathe a sigh of relief before going to bed.

Summary: You are Harry's twin sister. A quiet and reserved child, but with great power and destiny. While your brother is the "boy who lived" and the one who would fulfill the prophecy of saving the world, you are the one who makes the world worth saving. " Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed."

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

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"It's 'leviosa. Not 'leviosa'". Ron rants as you walk out of charms. "She's a nightmare, honestly. No wonder she hasn't got any friends." You whip your head to him and retort, "I am her friend." Right as the words leave your mouth, Hermione pushes past Ron, tears in her eyes. "I think she heard you." You and Harry state in unison as you begin running after her. You catch up to her and put your arm around her, which she shrugs off. "Don't, y/n. Ron's right." You follow her into the girls bathroom, where she shuts herself into one of the stalls. You sink to the gorund, back against the stall door. "First of all, I never want to hear those words come out of your mouth again." You begin, a slight grin forming on your face. You hear Hermione sniffle slightly. "Besides...he's wrong." You add, your brows now furrowed in thought. "You are a brilliant witch! Not only that, but you are clever, and kind." You listen for any sign that your words are reaching her, then continue. "I know we haven't known each other long, but I have seen enough to know that you are anything but a nightmare. You are destined for only great things! You deserve love...and acceptance." You finish off and let the silence do its work. After a moment or two pass, she whispers, "How could you possibly know any of that?" That question has you thinking. This...ability of yours. It's not something you like to talk about. You learned at a young age that it's not normal, and have had no confirmation, even here at Hogwarts, that you are not alone in your ability to see and feel. "I don't know how to explain it, but I do need you to trust me." More silence. You can't tell how long you two have been in this bathroom for. "I can tell you are different." Hermione states. "Not in a bad way. You just seem to...know things. It's like you hear things others don't." A silent tear falls down your cheek at her words. You've never felt so seen before. You're always the one looking into other people. Not even your brother has been able to put your abilities into words before. "Thank you, Hermione. Please just remember that you are never alone. You have me...always".

You get up to go wash your hands, being on the floor for far too long. When you're done, you hear a creak from behind you. Hermione steps out of the stall, eyes still red, but a small smile on her face. "Thank you, y/n". You smile at her before opening your arms, an invite, if she so chooses. She does, and you both hug each other tighter than you probably intended to. You hear another creak, near the bathroom's entrence. You open your eyes and see feet. Holding your breath, you slowly move your eyes up and behold...is that a troll? "Hermione..." you whisper. She goes to move, but you hold her tighter. "I need you to go into the stall behind me, and get down as low as possible. Slowly, quietly, and do not look behind you." Though your tone was light, as to not trigger the troll, Hermione must've caught on that somehting was wrong. She does as instructed, and you are left looking into the eyes of this creature. It looks back into your eyes, and you feel sadness. This poor troll must be so lost...so confused. You take in a slow breath and smile before speaking in a tone one might use for a small child, "You must be a long way from home." The troll's shoulders slouch slightly at your words, and you swear you see tears pooling in its eyes. In your perephreals, you see Ron and Harry enter the bathroom behind it. The sound of their footsteps breaks the troll's stare with you, and he becomes angry. It brings its club high into the air, and you jump out of the way before the club comes slamming down right where you stood, destroying the stone. It brings the club back up and take out the bathroom stalls. You kneel down and usher Hermione to join you under the sinks. She does so, and the troll shortly after takes out the sinks right next to you. You're trapped. Before it can take another swing, your brother grabs hold of the club, which then launches him onto the shoulders of the creature. With a wand in its nose, the troll grabs Harry by the feet and tries swinging at him. "Wingardium leviosa!" You hear Ron cast, the troll's club hovering in the air. It drops onto it's head, your brother falling in the process. The troll then drops to the ground, unconscious.

You're all safe, though reprimanded by Professor McGonagall, and down 10 more points for your team. Ron and Hermione seem to make up as you all walk back to your dorms. As you walk you start to ...feel something. It's a hum of sorts. You keep looking behind you, feeling something drawing you in. Harry leans into you and whispers, "Are you alright?" You give him a reassuring smile before answering, ”Yes, brother, I'm alright." He looks at you with a queer expression. You raise your eyebrows at him in question. "It's just...were you...talking to the troll? When we came in there?" You look down slightly, not realizing that he noticed, or how weird it may have appeared. You look back up at him before shrugging. "Maybe", you reply simply. Before he can ask any follow ups, you make it to the girls dorm. You hug your brother and say your goodnight's to everyone before heading to bed.

You lie there in bed for hours, but are unable to sleep. The hum just keeps getting stronger, as if it knows you're trying to ignore it. You look over at Hermione, who is sound asleep along with the other girls. You get up slowly, then rub your eyes as you think about what to do. You know you're not supposed to be up and about past curfew, but the humming is going to drive you mad. You quietly get up out of bed and follow the noise. You find yourself in what looks like an old classroom. Cold, dark, and nothing but moonlight to expose what looks to be a mirror. The hum dulls as you approach the ancient mirror, though you keep a few feet of distance between the two of you. The mirror doesn't pull you in anymore, it just...waits. You inspect the gold accents and see its name. "Erised", you read aloud, the name feeling familiar on your tongue. You read the name backwards as your gaze trails back over the mirror. "Hmm..." You take a final step towards the mirror, positioning yourself in front of it. Nothing. You frown in thought. You were expecting...something. Anything. Your parents, maybe? Or you in the future? Could this mean... All you see is yourself. Messy hair, robes that are a bit too big, and eyes that have seen too much. "That's it?" You question out loud, as if the mirror will whisper an answer back to you. After another moment of thinking, wactching, and feeling, you smile at your reflection. "Guess I'm ok, then." You take a couple of steps backwards, then turn around to head to bed once you've concluded that nothing more will appear in that reflection. After you leave the room, the mirror seems to exhale...as if it's decided to just wait...

You stand with your peers as you watch Harry's first match. You can't help or remove the smile on your face as you see Harry finally belong. After a while into the game, something goes wrong with Harry's broom. It's like its trying to throw him off. While Ron and Hermione detect what, or who, is tampering with it, you close your eyes. With a grounding breath, you tap into something external. You picture Harry's broom in your mind, and begin whispering. "You were meant to fly, not kill. Please, remember your purpose. Do not let darkness control you." When you open your eyes, the broom is paused, but quickly throws Harry so hard that he nearly falls off, hanging on by one hand. You shout out in anger, then turn your gaze towards the professors' stands. You heard Snape's name spoken before Hermione left, but your eyes are drawn to a different professor...Quirrel, is it? His hands are covering his lips, and his eyes are deadly focused on your brother. You narrow your gaze at him and whisper, "Look at me." Immediately, the professors eyes lock onto yours before a fire appears at the hem of Snape's robe. You quickly turn to find your brother, who swings back onto the Nimbus 2000 with ease. The game continues, then ends with Griffyndor's success, thanks to Harry. You scream and cheer louder than them all, even though you now feel a target placed on your back.

Christmas. It's a time of year that should feel magical. As everyone packs their things to go see family for the holidays, you sit on the table by the fire. You listen to the boys play wizard's chess behind you as you think back on your life. How you were raised to feel like a burden. You've done your best to not let it get to you, but you're only human...and still a child. There are still days and times that bring you down in your spirit. Unfortunately, Christmas is one of those times. You hear Hermione and the boys talk about finding information on Nicholas Flamel. You listen, but don't bother joining in. A chill creeps up your neck as they speak, though you sit warmly by the fire. Whatever this item is, it is not the problem. Whoever...whatever that's after it is the problem. The more you think about it, the more your head hurts. The walls of the castle seem to pulse with anticipation the more you and your friends dig into the situation. Hermione hugs you tight before she's off to spend holiday with her family. The night before Christmas, you're plagued with dreams: visions. You see roots soaking in moonlight, alchemy before wands ever exsisted, and a stone...Soon, the dreams become nightmares. Darkness, blood, and evil taking on shape...

"Wake up!" You hear shouts as you become conscious. You're eyes remain closed as you scrunch your face, trying to determine if you're still dreaming. You feel someone shake you, and you shoot up in bed, wand at the ready. Your sight focuses in to reveal your brother standing next to your bed, hands now up in surrender. "Y/n, it's just me." You take in a grounding breath before lowering your want and raising your brows at Harry in question. He breaks out into a smile and says, "We have presents." Your eyes widen in shock before your brows come together in confusion. We have presents? You don't have much more time to think before Harry grabs your hand and leads you to the common room. You let yourself smile as you see presents underneathe the tree. Harry hugs you tight before you both descend the stairs to dig in. The first present you open is from Mrs. Weasley. You had noticed Ron's sweater upon arriving, but were surprised to find a soft sweater with your initial on the front of it. The boys find it embarassing, but not you. You bring the fabric of the sleeve to your cheek, and allow yourself to melt into it. It wasn't something handed down to you from a church member you've never met, nor something thrown at you with spite simply because you needed clothes. No...this was made with love and intention.

A single tear rolls down your cheek at the thought, soaking into the material. You put it on over your pajamas, and let the warmth consume you. Harry sees your response and squeezes your shoulder in comfort. You smile back up at him, then see another small box under the tree. It's placed very precisely, as if only meant for your eyes. You walk over and pick it up, noting the small, but neat writing: To Y/N. Before you can open it, you hear Ron exclaim. "It's an invisibility cloak!" You look over at your brother, who is nothing but a floating head. Pocketing your gift for now, you make your way over to the boys. Harry removes the cloak, and you get a good look at it. Something about it brings you peace and comfort. You touch the fabric, and feel warmth flood your body. "Who gifted this to you?" You ask your twin. He shrugs before turning around and grabbing a piece of paper to hand to you. "It was our father's.” Harry whispers as you read the note. You look up at him and both smile at each other.

Summary: You are Harry's twin sister. A quiet and reserved child, but with great power and destiny. While your brother is the "boy who lived" and the one who would fulfill the prophecy of saving the world, you are the one who makes the world worth saving. " Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed."

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. I also do not own "you". (Unless you want me to;) Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted.

[Part 1] (https://www.tumblr.com/livvbaker067/803193395905445889/harry-potter-series-rewrite-x-reader-insert?source=share)

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You adjust to your new life at Hogwarts pretty well. You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione are slowly becoming the best of friends, you feel. The first thing you notice since being here is the noise. Not natural, but the noise that only you ever seem to hear. The castle itself hums, as if containing innumerable memories from centuries past, begging to be heard. More than that, the past couple of days you have felt...something. Something old and dark, deep within the castle. Something, or someone, is trying to awaken something that begs to just be left alone. Sometimes, as you're walking about your own way, a staircase will come and stop at your feet. Rather intentionally, as if it wants to lead you somewhere. The loudest noise, in your opinion, is the other students. Or rather, their magic. You are used to feeling and flowing with your magic. Everyone else seems to demand it, and that makes the atmosphere loud.

Potions class is...unnerving for you. Snape terrifies you. He doesn't yell, nor does he berate you like he does your brother, but he watches intently. You know the feeling, and the look. As he accuses Harry of not paying attention and tries teaching him a lesson, you observe him. When he sits directly in front of Harry, you try to peer into his eyes. There are fractions of moments where his eyes meet yours, but he never lets them focus on yours completely. As if he's afraid of what you might see if you look too long. He must not appreciate your stare, for when he is done with your brother, he asks sharply, “Is there something you would like to say, Miss Potter?” All the while, keeping his eyes on Harry. You think for a moment before replying, “Should we be writing this down?” It was a genuine question, honestly, but the students around you giggle. A draft of air blows your hair slightly as Professor Snape whips around and floats back to his seat. “10 points taken from Gryffindor…” He proclaims as he dips his quill. You and Harry both turn to each other with a knowing and incredulous look, then scowl at the professor. “For your classmate's cheek.” He ends with a glare of his own towards the both of you.

Time to learn how to fly. At the ready, students begin shouting, “Up!” to get their brooms in their possession. The thought of shouting magic to get what you want doesn't sit right with you. You observe your broom before closing your eyes, and grounding yourself. These brooms are called to be afloat, even if you are not particularly skilled in the art of flying. Raising your hand calmly, and with intention, you speak in request. “Up.” The word barely leaves your mouth before the broom begins its ascend straight into your hand. Hermiome turns her gaze onto you in disbelief. She leans in towards you slightly. "That's not how you're supposed to do it." You just look at her and just nod your head. You know she means well with her words. Perhaps you should follow the steps you're being given. Either way, you smile in triumph and look at your brother, who's already looking at you with pride. You hear a sharp smack, and look over to see Ron holding his nose in pain. You can't help the giggle that escapes you. Ron turns your way, slightly. “Shut up, Y/n.” He states, but with a grin on his face. 

Neville begins flying uncontrollably. You don't feel fear, just worry for the poor boy. You take a deep breath and wish for the broom to just descend. You swear, for a split second, the broom had started moving downward…but it then quickly took off in the other direction. Soon, Neville's hurt, and Malfoy is being a jerk. “I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find.” He proclaims, before waving the sphere in your face and taking off. Harry goes after him. “What an idiot”, Hermione states. She then looks at you, and you just shrug with a grin at her comment. “You're not wrong”, you reply. When the day's said and done, Harry joins the Quidditch team. You are incredibly happy for and proud of him. When Hermione takes you to the trophy case, you see your father's name. Harry looks at it in awe and grief. The thought of your parents living life at one point in time hardens your heart. You suppose you never really did grieve that loss…

On your way back to your rooms, a staircase stops at your feet. The same one that always seems to find you. Your friends all begin up, but you hesitate. The hair on the back of your neck shoots up. “Guys…I have a bad feeling about this.” Ron and Hermione consider your statement with furrowed brows. Your twin, on the other hand, rolls his eyes at you. “You have a bad feeling about everything." He ends with a chuckle. Ron joins in the laughter, Hermione just studies you. She then reaches her hand towards you, “You won't be alone.” Those words comfort you more than you expected. With a curt nod, you take her hand and join the trio. The staircase shifts the moment you have your footing. Ron comments on how it feels in the new corridor we entered. It's your turn to roll your eyes, “I tried to warn you. Of course we shouldn't be here.” You state. Hermione adds, “It's the third floor…forbidden”. You four find a room to hide from Filch, where your mind begins to cloud over. You hear screams of the past, and feel a sense of dread stronger than anything you've ever felt. When you turn around, you are met with the sight of a three-headed dog. While the others scream, you bask in the beautiful presence. This creature is loved, but is currently being used…manipulated. Harry grabs your hand and you all escape as the dog pushes against the door. You breathe heavily as you begin to hear thoughts that are not your own. Beneath this castle holds something terrible, and something wicked is seeking after it. 

Your first class the next day is Charms, taught by Professor Flitwick. "Wingardium Leviosa!" He proclaims it with such command and boisterous proclamation. The feather seems to have no other choice but to rise fiercely. At the professor's release, the students all begin speaking, casting, and demanding. It's all a bit too much for you. Magic doesn't overwhelm you, people's intent behind it does. Magic comes easier to you than others, but you also do not try to control it like the others do. However, this is a school, so you try your best to do as you are taught. You join in with the chorus of voices, matching the professor's flourishing command. Nothing. Some students get their feathers floating instantly, while others get them up eventually. Ron struggles and lets his emotions get the better of him. Hermione shows him how it's done. You seem to be the last student left to succeed. You can feel the student's mockery all around you but refuse to let it get to you. You know what you're capable of, but you also know you can't box yourself into the mold of other’s expectations. The professor looks at you with an encouraging look.

Summary: You are Harry's twin sister. A quiet and reserved child, but with great power and destiny. While your brother is the "boy who lived" and the one who would fulfill the prophecy of saving the world, you are the one who makes the world worth saving. " Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed."

Disclaimers: I do not own any sort of Harry Potter rights. I don't want to be sued for copywrite. Credit to the author, writers, directors, AI, Jesus Christ, and all who may be of concern. Note that I am basing this series off of the movies, not the books (as I dodge tomatoes coming my way) I'm sorry, I'm a slacker and still have not read the books, though I plan to in the future. There is no "x reader" romantic pairing in this series, really. (for now...) It's just the story of Harry Potter, but with you inserted as a main character, fitting right into the golden trio. (now.. a quartet?)

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The stars shining over Godric's Hollow are still, bright, and seemingly unaware of the tragedy that has struck beneath them. Betrayal, destruction, and death. A curse...and a shift. Through the shattered door, the body of a loving mother lies lifeless. In that same room...a crib. It holds two sleeping babies, worn out from cries that were never soothed. On the right, a baby boy marked by lightning. On his left, his twin sister, whose hand Harry had reached for. Even now, they lie hand-in-hand. Bound by an experience unimaginable. She remained unmarked, but eyes now glowing a green/gold hue. From the moment the curse rebounded, something in the prophecy shifted. Harry Potter: the symbol, the boy who lived, protected by his mother's love and magic. That remains as such. Then there was y/n. From that crib, she had reached out to her mother with magic that she had not yet even become conscious of. Y/n Potter didn't defend that night...she absorbed. Listened. And something ancient listened back. That is where it all began…

You grew up learning how to listen. Not in the traditional sense, of course. You just seemed to always have a…heightened awareness that could not be explained. You knew it would rain before a dark cloud ever formed. You would warn your twin brother, “They’re extra grumpy today, be careful”, on certain days before ever leaving your room. One day you walked by Aunt Petunia’s plants, crooked and turning brown. Looking at them with an understanding beyond your years, you began to whisper to them. Nothing great or mysterious, just spouts of encouragement. Almost immediately, the colors revived and the stems straightened. It all came naturally to you. Unusually so, at times. You were a quiet and reserved child. Harry survived by becoming invisible. You survived by listening…feeling. Most of all, you survived by being there for your brother. Never leaving his side for too long, turning eyes and negative attention to yourself instead of him, and loving him. Every now and then, Harry would reach for you at night, same as the awful night when you were infants. It didn’t take much, considering you both slept in a less than spacious area. You’d wake up hearing gasps, cries, or simply feel a warm hand find its place into your own. You never teased him, and never minded, either. For the first decade or so of your lives, you two were all each other had.

Then came the letters.

You can’t say you were surprised. For the last few nights, you found yourself staring out the window, grip strong on its edge. There was…something…calling you, and it was only getting louder. You could hear it. Feel it. You turned to your brother the night before your 11th birthday, questioning him with your eyes. Normally that was all it took, but he wasn’t understanding tonight. He raised his back in another question. Leaning closer, you whisper to him, “Don’t you feel it?” Harry looked around as if you lost your mind. “Feel what?” He asked back. You frowned and faced toward the window once more. “Nothing.” You reply back meekly. You don’t blame your brother for not understanding.

Guess some truths are meant to remain quiet…

When Hagrid busted down the door, you didn’t flee. There was no fear, and surprisingly, not much confusion. You always knew that you and your brother were different. Called. You just never imagined the scale of it… 

“I think you’re late.” You stated to Hagrid when things settled. He studied you for a moment before chuckling. “You’ve got Lily's sense, too…” He mumbled to himself. You weren’t sure what he meant by that, but you didn’t question it. With that, you and your brother share a look before embarking on the journey to your new life.

Diagon Alley is…beautiful. The air is lighter, and quieter. As if confirming that you are going in the right direction. At Olivander’s, it gets even quieter. Harry’s wand chooses him. You watch in awe as fierce light and wind sweep over your brother. When it settles, he turns to you with the biggest smile you've ever seen on him. It makes yours grow even more. “Y/n, did you see that??” You giggle at him before replying, “How could I not?” Another voice chimes in. “Miss Potter?” You turn your gaze to Olivander. He smiles warmly before stating, “You next.” You hold your breath slightly as you begin to look around. Rather than grabbing wands and forcing an outcome, you do what you do best: listen. You close your eyes and slowly walk through the path surrounded by wands. Suddenly, crack! Everyone but yourself gasps and jumps back as a vine busts through the floorboards and gently wraps around your arm, then your wrist, until it reaches your hand, placing a beautiful wand in your palm. It’s more than 2 feet long, vines engraved in the wood, and a handle that resembles roots: grounding. It feels warm and heavy in your hand. A comforting feeling. “Holly…” Olivander whispers from his spot. “With ash at its core: listening magic…” Something in you releases. As if your soul finally breathes.

On the Hogwarts Express, you and Harry make your first friend: Ron. He's nice, and unintentionally hilarious. You can sense his goodness, though. He comes from love, and family. Everything you and Harry lost. As the boys pick through their sweets (your brother ignoring your warnings about blowing our newly inherited money) and you get a head start on one of your school books, you observe Ron's rat. From the moment he brought him out, something in the atmosphere shifted... darkened. You can't explain the dread that flows through you, but you clutch your book like a lifeline. Harry sees it in you. He questioned you with his eyes, but you shrug him off with a shake of the head and go back to reading. When you look back at the rat, you swear he's staring back…

“Has anyone seen a toad?” A voice chimes in, startling you, slightly. You turn your body and face a girl your age. Her light hair and intense face pull you in. You stare into her eyes and shake your head in response to her question as you observe her. See her. You can feel a wall, one she built long ago to protect herself. You also feel…vulnerability, but it's muted. You understand her, and as she looks back into your eyes, you get a glimpse into something. The two of you, older, belly laughing side-by-side. It's there and gone in a flash. You don’t imagine that she saw what you did, but her eyes do hold recognition of sorts... “You’re reading that incorrectly.” Hermione states suddenly, gesturing to your book. “The footnote contradicts the margin commentary.” You avert your eyes to the book for a blink before looking back up at her with a smile. “You’re right.” You state simply as you turn the book over. “Thank you.” Hermione is taken aback by your response, but gives a small smile and sits down with you nonetheless.

As you await to enter the main hall, a boy with blond hair approaches your brother. You stand off to the side to admire a particular mirror, something calling out to you from it. You are close enough to be present, but distant enough for your brother to be on his own, if he pleases. You catch his name: Malfoy. The way he says it pricks the air. “My father says it’s important to know the right people.” You hear the boy say. “I can help you there.” You turn your head to see the boy with his hand extended to Harry. Harry turns ever-so-slightly to make eye contact with you. You return the contact and just be there for him. You don't shake your head, or respond at all, really. Just there for him. As Harry turns back to Malfoy to reply, you lift your gaze up to the young boy. You study him, just as you do with every new face you meet. He turns his sharp gaze on you after Harry’s response, a glare in his eye towards you, he but quickly regains composure. “You’ll want friends.” He states to Harry simply, but keeps his eyes on you. “It’ll be easier that way.” That perks your curiosity. “For who?” You question genuinely. It does not land well. Malfoy scoffs before spitting out, “Never mind. You wouldn’t understand.” You smile warmly at him. “Perhaps not, but I understand not wanting to be alone.” This causes Draco to step closer and lean in towards you. “Do not pretend to know me”, he demands with a cold tone. You stare into the eyes of a sad boy, who just wants to be known...seen. You give him a slight nod before saying, “I won’t…I just hope someday you can let yourself be known.” Harry steps between you two before another word can be uttered. “We’re done here.” Your twin states before grabbing your hand and moving elsewhere. 

You smile widely and clap along with the rest of the crowd as your brother is placed into Gryffindor. Something happened up there, you could feel it. You make a mental note to ask Harry what happened later. Naturally, it is your turn next (which you thought odd, considering you were the older twin, but whatever) When they call your name, all eyes turn towards you. Harry is famous, and still doesn't really understand why. You, on the other hand, are just the “Potter Twin”. You're fine with that; content to just be there, observe, and absorb. You’re not sure what to expect as you approach the hat. You and Harry, though twins, aren’t too much alike in personality. That being said; you two are all each other have had through your life, are you about to be separated now? As you turn around and sit on the chair, the hat begins to speak to you before ever touching your head. “Ah…you would be great…terribly so” it begins. A chill runs through you. “You listen when others command…feel magic, when others compel it…” Your vision clouds over as the words “terribly so” echo in your mind. You see darkness, serpents, and a closed door. You feel emptiness, and a hard heart. “Please”, you plead, squaring your shoulders. “Put me where I can help.” This causes the hat to pause. The silence feels like a lifetime. Finally…

“Better be…Griffyndor!” 

Pairing: Logan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Logan hit it off after he invites you to stay after the concert. How will this night end??

Disclaimers: Part 2 is here! Not sure what direction to go with this, I would appreciate some input from readers! Enjoy! (Again, this is abit cheesier than I planned...Oh well!)

You follow the security guard past a few doors until you enter a private lounge of sorts. You first spot Kendall on the phone with his wife, probably. He sees you and nods at you with a kind smile. You smile and wave back. The security guy pats your back gently and says, "Wait here a second". You do so as you watch him enter another room and close the door behind him. You stand there a bit awkwardly staring at your shoes, but beaming, nonetheless. It's not long until you hear the door open and look up, a smile immediately forming on your face. There in front of you stands Logan Henderson. He's still a little sweaty from the show, but now wearing a black hoodie and jeans. He looks so good in everything.

"Hey", Logan greets you with that charming smile of his. You can't help the blush that creeps on your cheeks and nose as you reply, "Hey". "I'm sorry if this is weird, but I just couldn't not meet you. Well, formally, anyway". You cannot get over how cute this man is. His confidence and energy...simply unmatched. "Well, it's definitely a pleasure to meet you". You get the words out, gaining your composure. Sure, Logan is hot and famous and...hot! You can still treat this like any other interaction with any other man. Not like you have had many of those, but still. Logan smiles sheepishly at your remark, which surprises you. This man exudes confidence, and you're making him shy? He clears his throat before stating, "Do you wanna talk? Hang out for a bit?" You nod your head in agreement, a smile of victory forming on Logan's lips.

He nods his head for you to follow him, and you do. You guys make your way to an even smaller room with his name taped to the door. It's a simple room. A TV, a mini fridge, and a couch + loveseat combo. He spreads his arm out towards the couch, to which you respond by sitting on the far right. He makes his way to the fridge and opens it as he asks, "Want anything?" You look at the options before answering, "A water, please". He grabs 2 waters before joining you on the couch, a cushion's space between the two of you. "So, tell me about yourself", Logan requests. You smile and take a sip of water before speaking.

You guys talk for hours! About anything and everything. Childhood stores, hobbies, dreams, embarrassing moments, and much more. He's surprisingly easy to talk to. By the end of it all, you two managed to scoot much closer to each other, knees touching. You aren't as starstruck as you were when you first made eye contact with him during the concert. He's everything you imagined. Funny, sweet, confident, real. You don't want the night to end, but one of the managers came in a couple of times already to let Logan know it was time for them to go. He eventually stands up with a disappointed look on his face. He offers you a hand and helps you to your feet. You also have a sad look on your face. you feel like you've really hit it off! But all good things come to an end, I guess. You begin to follow Logan out, your hand still in his, when he suddenly turns around to face you.

"Listen", he begins. "This might sound corny, but I really don't want this night to end." You blush at the confession but smile at him sweetly. "Me neither." You reply, giving his hand a squeeze. His face melts into a warm smile as he takes your second hand into his. "I have an idea..." He trails off with a mischievous look on his face. You scrunch your face up in a questioning smile. "The hotel we're staying at tonight has a restaurant. Nice place. Let me take you out on a proper date?" He ends with a tilt of his head. You look into his eyes for a moment before looking down at your feet. How did I get so lucky? You think to yourself. There's only one true answer to his question.

You look back up at him and place your forehead against his before whispering, "Of course." You would've thought you just offered him a million dollars with the way he reacted! His face lights up as he turns around and dramatically brings his fists in towards him. (I really hope you know the gesture I'm trying to refer to) "Yes!" He whisper-yells to himself. You laugh out loud at how quickly this man goes from charming to goofy. He turns back to you all serious-like. He then pulls his phone out from his hoodie pocket and hands it to you. "Can I have your number?" He blushed slightly. "I'll text you the address." You nod your head before accepting the phone and adding your info as a contact. When you hand the phone back to him, he shakes his head slightly before pointing the camera at you. "Can't have a contact without a beautiful pic attached to it." Your cheeks heat up as you smile and look at the camera, but mostly through the camera at him. He quickly adds it before sending you a text.

Pairing: Logan Henderson x Fem!Reader

Summary: You attend a Big Time Rush concert, not expecting anything special to happen. You are proven oh so wrong when you grab the attention of Logan!

Disclaimers: A few things I want to put out there. First, this is my very first writing that I'm posting! I've been an avid fanfic reader for years, but this is my first (public) writing! I am open to any and all critiques, requests, and comments! Second, I'm sure it goes without saying that this is all for fun, I do not own literally anything mentioned in this writing. I saw the need for some "Logan x Reader" content and decided to give it a shot. I fear that this is maybe a bit too cheesy, but who doesn't love cheese?? (Sorry for my lactose intolerant fam) There's a potential for this to become a series, so give this a like or comment if that's what you want!

You've waited so long for this night to come. Working hard and saving your money, you were able to get the best seat for your state's Big Time Rush concert! Right up front, so close to the stage! While you were excited beyond belief, you also weren't expecting anything special to happen. Boy, were you wrong!

You dress in your best! A simple, but cute outfit that expresses your personality perfectly. You even add a little sparkle for some fun! As you double check your bag filled with everything you need, you start the car up and begin the drive! You couldn't believe that the concert was being held so close to your hometown: just a couple hours of driving to get there. You connect your phone to your car's speakers and jam out to every single BTR song to hype you up (not that you need much of it)

You can hardly contain your excitement as you pull into the nearest parking spot. You are finally fulfilling a childhood dream of seeing Big Time Rush in person! You also have the opportunity of fulfilling your adult dream of meeting Logan Henderson. You have quite the crush on him, not that you expect anything to happen. Just the thought of being so close to him and getting to see him perform in person...that's good enough for you. 

Your anxiety leads you to getting there much earlier than probably necessary. You aren't the only one there, but you still have some time to pass. You get to your seat and simply look around in awe. Even though it's quiet, and they are still getting some last minute things ready for the concert, you can hardly contain the energy building inside of you! Even though you aren't getting your hopes up of meeting Logan, you still have a feeling deep inside you that tonight will be a night to remember.

You came to the concert alone. You do have a couple of friends that you adore, but you prefer to do life alone. It's nothing bad or personal, it's just who you are. However, you are making pretty good conversation with the girl next to you and form a fun bond! Before the magic begins, you decide to snap a selfie with the thousands of fans in the background. Those right behind you even get in the pic with silly faces! When you're done, you shut your phone off and put it in your bag, preferring to live in the moment. 

"Oh oh ooh, oohhh" As the vocals sound and tease you a few times, you stand up and bounce on your feet in pure excitement! When the boys finally come out, you scream along with the rest of the crowd. Your eyes find Logan as soon as possible, and your heart skips a beat. You've always adored Logan, but nothing compares to seeing him in person and so up close. He looks good, as always. Wearing a black tee underneath a sleek denim jacket, with his hair messy in the most perfect. As they sing the iconic intro, Logan scans the crowd with a huge smile on his face. The choreography takes him to your side of the stadium, and your breath is taken from you. His eyes lock with yours. It's not just a glance...it lingers! His eyes go wide for a split second with a surprised smile to match. You're disappointed when the contact breaks...until his eyes are quickly back to yours. You blush and smile, not knowing what to do. He gives you a smirk back, then gets pulled back into the show. The girl next to you shakes you in excitement, and you turn to her bewildered. "Did that just happen?" You shout over the music. "Absolutely, girl!" She answers as you both turn your attention back to the concert. 

You think for sure it's just a coincidence, or even part of the act... until it happens again. And again. And again! As you sing your heart out along with them, you keep meeting Logan's gaze. It's almost as if he's making sure you are still here. You keep trying to convince yourself that it's all part of the show. That there's no way you would stand out to him. Either way, you're enjoying every moment of the show. You dance and sing your heart out, just embracing the moment. Then it was time...

As the boys are introducing "Worldwide", you can't help but long for Logan to pick you. It feels like an impossible fantasy, but this night has given you hope. The second that the boys disperse to find their girl, Logan turns to you. Your heart speeds up and you can't believe what you're seeing. He runs to you! He jumps off the stage and holds his hand out to you once he approached. The girl next to you screams and pats your back in congrats as you take his hand. "You're coming with me", he whispers deeply in your ear as he pulls you close to him. Your cheeks burn at his tone as you both make your way on stage, hand-in-hand. 

He holds on tight as he sings to you, as if he's afraid to let you go. Of course, he sings to the crowd, but he keeps most of his attention on you, now that he has you. You keep eye contact with him the whole time as you sing alongside him, nearly fainting from how dreamy this moment is. He rests his forehead against yours and looks deeply into your eyes as you both sing, "You're the only one for me". You never want this to end!

When the song is over, Logan walks you back to your spot, your hand never leaving his grasp. "What's your name!?" Logan asks in a shout as people all around you scream for his attention. He doesn't give them any though; it's all on you right now. "Y/N!", you respond. As you approach your spot, he kisses the back of your hand, then pulls you into him and whispers, "Stick around after the show?" It has the slight tone of a question to it. You look at him doe-eyed and breathless for a moment before nodding your head. "Absolutely ", you whisper back. His face brakes into a huge smile before he returns to stage. You're not usually a loud or expressive person, but you can't help the squeal that leaves you as you turn to your concert friend. "You're literally living my dream!" She hollers at you. "I'm so happy for you!" "Thank you!" You shout back.