↳❝𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞.❞
It all began with an acceptance letter that you discovered the wonderland of wizardry and witchcraft. Yet when the gates of Hogwarts welcomed...
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"𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗"
The four long House tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling (today, a dull, cloudy gray). Draco and Y/n sat down at the Slytherin table next to Pansy, who had her copy of Voyages with Vampires propped open against a milk jug. There was a slight stiffness in the way she said " 'Morning," which told Y/n that she wasn't paying attention to her surroundings. Theodore Notts, on the other hand, greeted them cheerfully. Daphne was a light and rosy, blonde that was always with Y/n.
"Mail's due any minute." Y/n had only just started her porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. Daphne, getting startled, spilled some oatmeal onto her robe. Something large and gray fell into Hermione's jug all the way at the Gryffindor table, spraying them all with milk and feathers.
"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak, Y/n managed to see.
Hermione began prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger. They began to talk about the red envelope. Y/n didn't know why they were making a huge fuse about it, until Ron opened. She thought for a moment it had exploded; a roar of sound filled the huge hall, shaking dust from the ceiling.
"— STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE —"
Mrs. Weasley's yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.
"— LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED —"
Y/n began to wonder when it would stop. She began to play with her porridge.
"— ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED — YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME."
A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes. Harry and Ron sat stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laughed and, gradually, a babble of talk broke out again. Y/n managed to stir so much that her porridge that it make a lump.
Slytherin stood up and walked to Transfiguration. Professor McGonagall's classes were always hard work, but today was especially difficult. Everything Y/n had learned last year seemed to have dripped out of her head during the summer. She was supposed to be turning a beetle into a button somehow she did get a button but it still had the beetle legs while all Daphne managed to do was give her beetle a lot of exercise as it scuttled over the desk-top avoiding her wand.
