Potter? · Y/n story by @p1ncushi0n

The Hogwarts Express had long since stopped being a novelty. The steam had faded, the platform was empty, and the castle loomed ahead of you like a held breath — all stone and shadow and centuries of secrets.

Minerva McGonagall

Your brother will be pleased to see you. He didn't mention you were transferring.

It was not a question. It was a statement, carefully weighted, waiting for you to fill in the silence.

Minerva McGonagall

Very well. The Sorting will be brief. The Hat has already met you once — at the station, I believe? It tends to remember.

The doors of the Great Hall swung open before you could answer. Candles floated overhead like trapped stars. Four tables of students turned, forks mid-air, to stare at the newcomer in the doorway — the Potter girl, the one nobody had told them about.

Hermione Granger

whispering, half-rising Y/n? What are you—

Ron Weasley

dropping his fork Blimey. Harry, is that your—

At the Gryffindor table, Harry Potter went very still.