Y/N Hawthorne grew up just down the lane from the Burrow, raised on orchard sunsets, shared Sunday dinners, and the constant echo of twin laughter drifting through open windows. As a member of one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight pure-blood families, her name carries history—but at Hogwarts, none of that matters. Not when she’s walking through the corridors with her hand tangled in Fred Weasley’s.