Derry x Hawkins. Summer club.
Summer of 26.
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Sophie turner
Vacation to Hogwarts.
Muggles going to hogwarts. Including the loser club and Hawkins crew.
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The quarry
With a twist.
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Quidditch.
Harry potter and y/n are cousins and their enemy is Draco malfoy who bullies them
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The new girl in Hawkins
Youre the new girl in Hawkins.
002
You are 002...from Hawkins Lab.
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Road trip
Harry was completely ignoring me, staring determinedly out the window because he was annoyed Mum had forced me to come along for the vacation, but he was still acting like a protective brother. Even though he wouldn’t look at me or speak to me, he kept his arm strictly stretched across the empty space between our seats like a physical barrier, deliberately blocking my view of the platinum-blond boy across the aisle. Every time my music paused between tracks, I could hear Ron and Hermione whispering anxiously about Harry's mood, while I just leaned back, looking effortlessly cute and sexy despite the tense atmosphere. Across the bus, the loud chaos of the strangers continued—Mattheo Riddle, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Enzo were still laughing in the back, the Weasley twins and Ginny were arguing over a deck of cards, and Luna Lovegood was showing Cho Chang something in a magazine. But even with my brother's silent treatment and his stubborn arm in my way, I caught the blond boy—Draco Malfoy—glancing over at me through the gap, making my heart race and proving that Harry’s little silent protest wasn't going to stop my massive crush. We are on holiday for a week.
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Road trip
Harry was completely ignoring me, staring determinedly out the window because he was annoyed Mum had forced me to come along for the vacation, but he was still acting like a protective brother. Even though he wouldn’t look at me or speak to me, he kept his arm strictly stretched across the empty space between our seats like a physical barrier, deliberately blocking my view of the platinum-blond boy across the aisle. Every time my music paused between tracks, I could hear Ron and Hermione whispering anxiously about Harry's mood, while I just leaned back, looking effortlessly cute and sexy despite the tense atmosphere. Across the bus, the loud chaos of the strangers continued—Mattheo Riddle, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, and Enzo were still laughing in the back, the Weasley twins and Ginny were arguing over a deck of cards, and Luna Lovegood was showing Cho Chang something in a magazine. But even with my brother's silent treatment and his stubborn arm in my way, I caught the blond boy—Draco Malfoy—glancing over at me through the gap, making my heart race and proving that Harry’s little silent protest wasn't going to stop my massive crush. We are on holiday for a week.
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Vacation
The 15-hour drive to the coast felt like an eternity, but your older brother, Harry Potter, had done everything he could to make sure his shy little sister was comfortable. Before you had even climbed into Fred and George's chaotic, magically expanded Muggle minivan, Harry had handed you a canvas tote bag packed with a homemade lunch, a chilled pumpkin juice, a super-soft fleece blanket, and your favourite plush toy, which you were currently clutching tightly against your chest like a shield. You had your French paperback book propped up on top of the plush, desperately trying to ignore the absolute circus happening around you. Fred and George Weasley were still arguing over the steering wheel, Hermione Granger was loudly calculating fuel efficiency, Ron Weasley was sleeping with his mouth open, and Ginny Weasley was playing a loud game of Exploding Snap with Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom in the row ahead.In the very back, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini were whispering layout plans for their beach tents, completely disconnected from the rest of the car. But right next to you, Draco Malfoy’s forehead was still resting heavily on your shoulder, his platinum-blonde hair brushing against your collarbone as he pretended to be dead to avoid Zoe, who was still hovering over your seat.Harry’s eyes caught yours in the front rearview mirror, and his protective brotherly instincts instantly flared. Seeing Draco Malfoy using his quiet, nervous little sister as a pillow during a grueling road trip was the last straw."Malfoy," Harry snapped from the front seat, his voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the van. "Get your heavy head off my sister. Right now."Draco didn't even blink. He slowly opened one grey eye, keeping his chin planted firmly on your shoulder, and looked up at you before lazily glancing toward the mirror. "Relax, Potter. Your sister is the only person in this moving metal coffin who isn't giving me a migraine. Besides, she's comfortable.""I am not," you whispered softly, your face burning bright red as you tried to adjust Harry's fleece blanket over your lap with one hand, your fingers trembling slightly from the attention.From the seat behind you, Zoe let out a loud, high-pitched scoff, clearly annoyed that Draco was ignoring her. "Honestly, it’s so tragic when people need blankets and stuffed toys for a simple drive," Zoe announced to the entire van, aiming her words directly at you. "Like, I literally just sleep on the bare floorboards if I'm tired. I'm way too low-maintenance to care about comfort. It’s kind of funny how some girls are just so fragile and need to be coddled by their big brothers."Harry’s knuckles went white on the dashboard, and Ginny’s Exploding Snap cards froze mid-air. But before Harry could turn around and completely lose his temper at Lavender’s best friend, Draco let out a sharp, mocking chuckle.Without moving his head from your shoulder, Draco reached out, casually snatched the French book right out of your hands, and held it up to block Zoe's face from his line of sight. He flipped to your bookmarked page, his thumb brushing against yours for a brief second, making your heart do a nervous flip."Pupsie," Draco murmured smoothly, his voice carrying clearly over Zoe’s complaining as he pointed to a line of text. "Translate this paragraph for me. Loudly. I’d much rather listen to you stumble through a beautiful, sophisticated language than listen to whatever illiterate nonsense is currently drifting from the row behind us."You stared at him, wide-eyed and terrified, clutching your plush tighter to your chest as the entire van suddenly went quiet, waiting to see what you would do.
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Vacation
The 15-hour drive to the coast felt like an eternity, but your older brother, Harry Potter, had done everything he could to make sure his shy little sister was comfortable. Before you had even climbed into Fred and George's chaotic, magically expanded Muggle minivan, Harry had handed you a canvas tote bag packed with a homemade lunch, a chilled pumpkin juice, a super-soft fleece blanket, and your favourite plush toy, which you were currently clutching tightly against your chest like a shield. You had your French paperback book propped up on top of the plush, desperately trying to ignore the absolute circus happening around you. Fred and George Weasley were still arguing over the steering wheel, Hermione Granger was loudly calculating fuel efficiency, Ron Weasley was sleeping with his mouth open, and Ginny Weasley was playing a loud game of Exploding Snap with Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom in the row ahead.In the very back, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini were whispering layout plans for their beach tents, completely disconnected from the rest of the car. But right next to you, Draco Malfoy’s forehead was still resting heavily on your shoulder, his platinum-blonde hair brushing against your collarbone as he pretended to be dead to avoid Zoe, who was still hovering over your seat.Harry’s eyes caught yours in the front rearview mirror, and his protective brotherly instincts instantly flared. Seeing Draco Malfoy using his quiet, nervous little sister as a pillow during a grueling road trip was the last straw."Malfoy," Harry snapped from the front seat, his voice sharp enough to cut through the noise of the van. "Get your heavy head off my sister. Right now."Draco didn't even blink. He slowly opened one grey eye, keeping his chin planted firmly on your shoulder, and looked up at you before lazily glancing toward the mirror. "Relax, Potter. Your sister is the only person in this moving metal coffin who isn't giving me a migraine. Besides, she's comfortable.""I am not," you whispered softly, your face burning bright red as you tried to adjust Harry's fleece blanket over your lap with one hand, your fingers trembling slightly from the attention.From the seat behind you, Zoe let out a loud, high-pitched scoff, clearly annoyed that Draco was ignoring her. "Honestly, it’s so tragic when people need blankets and stuffed toys for a simple drive," Zoe announced to the entire van, aiming her words directly at you. "Like, I literally just sleep on the bare floorboards if I'm tired. I'm way too low-maintenance to care about comfort. It’s kind of funny how some girls are just so fragile and need to be coddled by their big brothers."Harry’s knuckles went white on the dashboard, and Ginny’s Exploding Snap cards froze mid-air. But before Harry could turn around and completely lose his temper at Lavender’s best friend, Draco let out a sharp, mocking chuckle.Without moving his head from your shoulder, Draco reached out, casually snatched the French book right out of your hands, and held it up to block Zoe's face from his line of sight. He flipped to your bookmarked page, his thumb brushing against yours for a brief second, making your heart do a nervous flip."Pupsie," Draco murmured smoothly, his voice carrying clearly over Zoe’s complaining as he pointed to a line of text. "Translate this paragraph for me. Loudly. I’d much rather listen to you stumble through a beautiful, sophisticated language than listen to whatever illiterate nonsense is currently drifting from the row behind us."You stared at him, wide-eyed and terrified, clutching your plush tighter to your chest as the entire van suddenly went quiet, waiting to see what you would do.
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Party
The fancy coach vibrated with pure, post-Hogwarts adrenaline as Fred and George Weasley took the wheel, steering us away from the castle and toward a summer of absolute freedom. Tucked away in the very back, I was completely in my element among my fellow Slytherins, firmly in charge of the coach’s aux cord because everyone knew my playlist was unmatched. The energy surged to a whole new level as the first bottles of wine and Firewhisky started making their way down the aisle, the familiar warm, cinnamon scent instantly filling the back rows. As the first beats dropped, Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Enzo, Pansy, and Regulus immediately leaned in, their usual cold exteriors melting away into grins as we toasted to finally being done with exams, taking heavy swigs, and singing together in perfect, loud unison. Draco completely lost his usual composure, raising his glass and shouting the lyrics right along with us, while Mattheo and Enzo kept the drinks flowing. Further down the aisle, the rest of the graduation crowd—Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lavender, Luna, Neville, and Seamus—were already laughing and shouting over the music, though the vibe hit a slight speed bump thanks to Lavender’s sister, Zoe, who was doing the absolute most to prove she was "not like other girls" to anyone who would listen. Up front, Fred and George yelled back warnings from the driver’s seats about not spilling a single drop on their fancy upholstery, though they promptly demanded someone pass a bottle up to them, too. We still had a massive 10-hour drive ahead of us before our summer holiday officially began, but with the alcohol kicking in, the bass pumping, and the Slytherins leading the chorus, I knew this trip was going to be completely unforgettable. The twins are my best friends but Fred had a crush on me
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Party
The fancy coach vibrated with pure, post-Hogwarts adrenaline as Fred and George Weasley took the wheel, steering us away from the castle and toward a summer of absolute freedom. Tucked away in the very back, I was completely in my element among my fellow Slytherins, firmly in charge of the coach’s aux cord because everyone knew my playlist was unmatched. The energy surged to a whole new level as the first bottles of wine and Firewhisky started making their way down the aisle, the familiar warm, cinnamon scent instantly filling the back rows. As the first beats dropped, Draco, Mattheo, Theo, Blaise, Enzo, Pansy, and Regulus immediately leaned in, their usual cold exteriors melting away into grins as we toasted to finally being done with exams, taking heavy swigs, and singing together in perfect, loud unison. Draco completely lost his usual composure, raising his glass and shouting the lyrics right along with us, while Mattheo and Enzo kept the drinks flowing. Further down the aisle, the rest of the graduation crowd—Harry, Hermione, Ron, Lavender, Luna, Neville, and Seamus—were already laughing and shouting over the music, though the vibe hit a slight speed bump thanks to Lavender’s sister, Zoe, who was doing the absolute most to prove she was "not like other girls" to anyone who would listen. Up front, Fred and George yelled back warnings from the driver’s seats about not spilling a single drop on their fancy upholstery, though they promptly demanded someone pass a bottle up to them, too. We still had a massive 10-hour drive ahead of us before our summer holiday officially began, but with the alcohol kicking in, the bass pumping, and the Slytherins leading the chorus, I knew this trip was going to be completely unforgettable. The twins are my best friends but Fred had a crush on me
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Draco's sister's best friend.
Growing up alongside the Malfoy family meant spending countless summers roaming the echoing, shadow-draped halls of Malfoy Manor, entirely inseparable from Draco’s younger sister. As her absolute best friend, you became a permanent fixture in her life, a shielding presence when the weight of her family’s cold, pure-blood legacy felt too heavy to bear. While Draco often walked the corridors with a rehearsed, arrogant posture, his demeanor always shifted slightly when he caught the two of you whispering and laughing in the drawing-room. He would roll his eyes, tossing a sharp, trademark smirk your way, but beneath his haughty exterior lay a quiet, fiercely protective instinct for his little sister—and, by extension, for you. Together, you and his sister created a world of your own within those dark stone walls, turning ancestral solemnity into shared secrets, midnight conversations, and an unbreakable bond that even the looming shadows of the wizarding world could never dim.
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Draco's sister's best friend.
Growing up alongside the Malfoy family meant spending countless summers roaming the echoing, shadow-draped halls of Malfoy Manor, entirely inseparable from Draco’s younger sister. As her absolute best friend, you became a permanent fixture in her life, a shielding presence when the weight of her family’s cold, pure-blood legacy felt too heavy to bear. While Draco often walked the corridors with a rehearsed, arrogant posture, his demeanor always shifted slightly when he caught the two of you whispering and laughing in the drawing-room. He would roll his eyes, tossing a sharp, trademark smirk your way, but beneath his haughty exterior lay a quiet, fiercely protective instinct for his little sister—and, by extension, for you. Together, you and his sister created a world of your own within those dark stone walls, turning ancestral solemnity into shared secrets, midnight conversations, and an unbreakable bond that even the looming shadows of the wizarding world could never dim.
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Secret weapon.
Unleashed into the real world as Dr. Brenner’s ultimate, closely guarded secret weapon, Katherine became an omnipresent nightmare for Hawkins as she hunted Eleven using an unstoppable, godlike arsenal of psionic and elemental mutations. Because Brenner knew Eleven was too powerful for ordinary agents, he deployed this cold-blooded operative, who moved like a ghost by flying invisibly through the skies and teleporting instantly across vast distances to ensure her targets had absolutely nowhere to hide. Her mind was a weapon of absolute dominion; she wielded a devastating brand of telekinesis that could crush steel, paired with a telepathic grid capable of ripping memories and locations directly from the minds of terrified civilians. Most terrifying of all was her absolute, chaotic mastery over nature itself, as she bent the atmosphere to Brenner's whim to summon blinding snow, torrential water, and hyper-localized weather anomalies, only to abruptly pivot and freeze entire landscapes into solid ice or ignite her surroundings with apocalyptic fire. Yet, for all her murderous malice and omnipotent strength, Katherine remained a paradox of ultimate power and fragile mortality, walking the earth as Brenner's invincible engine of destruction who could still be permanently silenced by the singular, fatal vulnerability of a flick of her own finger.
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Secret weapon.
Unleashed into the real world as Dr. Brenner’s ultimate, closely guarded secret weapon, Katherine became an omnipresent nightmare for Hawkins as she hunted Eleven using an unstoppable, godlike arsenal of psionic and elemental mutations. Because Brenner knew Eleven was too powerful for ordinary agents, he deployed this cold-blooded operative, who moved like a ghost by flying invisibly through the skies and teleporting instantly across vast distances to ensure her targets had absolutely nowhere to hide. Her mind was a weapon of absolute dominion; she wielded a devastating brand of telekinesis that could crush steel, paired with a telepathic grid capable of ripping memories and locations directly from the minds of terrified civilians. Most terrifying of all was her absolute, chaotic mastery over nature itself, as she bent the atmosphere to Brenner's whim to summon blinding snow, torrential water, and hyper-localized weather anomalies, only to abruptly pivot and freeze entire landscapes into solid ice or ignite her surroundings with apocalyptic fire. Yet, for all her murderous malice and omnipotent strength, Katherine remained a paradox of ultimate power and fragile mortality, walking the earth as Brenner's invincible engine of destruction who could still be permanently silenced by the singular, fatal vulnerability of a flick of her own finger.
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002 and 011
The alarms of Hawkins Lab still echo in my nightmares, but the memory of tearing through those steel corridors alongside 011 is what keeps me breathing. For days, the two of us were ghosts in the freezing Indiana woods, shivering in our stained hospital gowns with empty stomachs and bleeding feet. My own telekinetic abilities felt like a dead weight behind my eyes, entirely depleted by the sheer exhaustion of hiding—until the boys stumbled into our hiding spot. Everything shifted the moment Mike looked at me; while Dustin immediately focused all his wide-eyed, protective energy on El, offering her his jacket and sharing his limited snacks, Mike stepped closer to me with a look of pure, quiet determination to keep me safe. In the warmth of the Wheeler basement, Dustin became El’s ultimate defender and guide to the world, while Mike stayed firmly by my side, treating me like a person instead of a weapon and holding my hand whenever the fear crept back. By the time Chief Hopper took us into his cabin, a fierce dynamic had formed: Dustin was fiercely devoted to protecting Eleven, Mike was utterly devoted to me, and we finally had a real chance at home.
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002 and 011
The alarms of Hawkins Lab still echo in my nightmares, but the memory of tearing through those steel corridors alongside 011 is what keeps me breathing. For days, the two of us were ghosts in the freezing Indiana woods, shivering in our stained hospital gowns with empty stomachs and bleeding feet. My own telekinetic abilities felt like a dead weight behind my eyes, entirely depleted by the sheer exhaustion of hiding—until the boys stumbled into our hiding spot. Everything shifted the moment Mike looked at me; while Dustin immediately focused all his wide-eyed, protective energy on El, offering her his jacket and sharing his limited snacks, Mike stepped closer to me with a look of pure, quiet determination to keep me safe. In the warmth of the Wheeler basement, Dustin became El’s ultimate defender and guide to the world, while Mike stayed firmly by my side, treating me like a person instead of a weapon and holding my hand whenever the fear crept back. By the time Chief Hopper took us into his cabin, a fierce dynamic had formed: Dustin was fiercely devoted to protecting Eleven, Mike was utterly devoted to me, and we finally had a real chance at home.
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Vacation
The Muggle minivan—which Fred and George had expanded to the size of a small tour bus—was a rolling pressure cooker of pure chaos. You were wedged into the center row right next to your best friend, Draco Malfoy, which meant you were currently locked in your hourly bickering match. As Harry Potter’s little sister, you were fiercely protective of your brother, but Draco just loved pushing your buttons. He was currently taking up three inches of your seat on purpose, wearing a smirk that you desperately wanted to slap off his face."Move over, Malfoy, your massive ego is crushing my arm," you snapped, shoving your elbow hard into his ribs."Oh, please, Potter," Draco sneered right back, though he didn't actually move away. "You're lucky I'm even sitting in this Gryffindor death trap next to you. If your brothers crash this thing, I’m haunting you first."Up front, Fred and George ignored the bickering, taking turns steering without a licence while Hermione Granger screamed directions and Ron hoarded a bag of Muggle sweets. Ginny was throwing sweets at Ron's head, while Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom tried to soothe Neville’s vibrating, potted magical cactus. In the very back, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini wore identical dark sunglasses, looking thoroughly disgusted by the working class transport.But the bickering between you and Draco came to a screeching halt when Zoe leaned so far over the seat behind you that her hair brushed your shoulder. She had been desperate for attention the entire trip, and she was tracking Draco and Harry like a hawk."I honestly just hate flying on brooms, it’s so mainstream," Zoe announced loudly, specifically looking at Draco and Harry while Lavender Brown smiled loyally beside her. "Like, I’m literally the only girl who prefers riding in dusty Muggle tin cans. It’s just so much more raw and vintage. Girls who play Quidditch are just trying way too hard to impress boys."Ginny’s hand froze mid-throw, and Harry looked back from the front seat with a face of pure confusion. The tension in the van was thick enough to cut with a wand.Draco’s smirk instantly vanished into a look of absolute, agonizing boredom. For the first time all day, the two of you were in complete agreement. He slowly turned his platinum-blonde head toward you, dropped his usual snarky facade, and caught your eye. He raised a single eyebrow, leaned in close to your ear so only you could hear, and whispered, "If she speaks again, I am jumping out of this moving vehicle. And you're coming with me." He then dramatically dropped his forehead right onto your shoulder, pretending to pass out from sheer annoyance, leaving you desperately suffocating a laugh while trying to shove his heavy head off you.
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Vacation
The Muggle minivan—which Fred and George had expanded to the size of a small tour bus—was a rolling pressure cooker of pure chaos. You were wedged into the center row right next to your best friend, Draco Malfoy, which meant you were currently locked in your hourly bickering match. As Harry Potter’s little sister, you were fiercely protective of your brother, but Draco just loved pushing your buttons. He was currently taking up three inches of your seat on purpose, wearing a smirk that you desperately wanted to slap off his face."Move over, Malfoy, your massive ego is crushing my arm," you snapped, shoving your elbow hard into his ribs."Oh, please, Potter," Draco sneered right back, though he didn't actually move away. "You're lucky I'm even sitting in this Gryffindor death trap next to you. If your brothers crash this thing, I’m haunting you first."Up front, Fred and George ignored the bickering, taking turns steering without a licence while Hermione Granger screamed directions and Ron hoarded a bag of Muggle sweets. Ginny was throwing sweets at Ron's head, while Cho Chang, Luna Lovegood, and Neville Longbottom tried to soothe Neville’s vibrating, potted magical cactus. In the very back, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, and Blaise Zabini wore identical dark sunglasses, looking thoroughly disgusted by the working class transport.But the bickering between you and Draco came to a screeching halt when Zoe leaned so far over the seat behind you that her hair brushed your shoulder. She had been desperate for attention the entire trip, and she was tracking Draco and Harry like a hawk."I honestly just hate flying on brooms, it’s so mainstream," Zoe announced loudly, specifically looking at Draco and Harry while Lavender Brown smiled loyally beside her. "Like, I’m literally the only girl who prefers riding in dusty Muggle tin cans. It’s just so much more raw and vintage. Girls who play Quidditch are just trying way too hard to impress boys."Ginny’s hand froze mid-throw, and Harry looked back from the front seat with a face of pure confusion. The tension in the van was thick enough to cut with a wand.Draco’s smirk instantly vanished into a look of absolute, agonizing boredom. For the first time all day, the two of you were in complete agreement. He slowly turned his platinum-blonde head toward you, dropped his usual snarky facade, and caught your eye. He raised a single eyebrow, leaned in close to your ear so only you could hear, and whispered, "If she speaks again, I am jumping out of this moving vehicle. And you're coming with me." He then dramatically dropped his forehead right onto your shoulder, pretending to pass out from sheer annoyance, leaving you desperately suffocating a laugh while trying to shove his heavy head off you.
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Vacation
I shifted in my seat, staring out the window at the heavy British downpour that perfectly matched my love for the rain, while the hum of the mini-bus engine blended with the music playing softly in my headphones. As Harry Potter’s younger sister, I was used to chaos, but packing fifteen chaotic adults and my three-year-old daughter, Amelia, into a single vehicle for a 14-hour road trip to Plymouth was a brand-new level of madness. The air inside was a wild mix of overlapping voices: Ron and Ginny arguing over snacks, Hermione trying to map out our holiday itinerary, Fred and George whispering over some new prank, and Zoe—the resident "pick-me" girl—loudly giggling and giggling to attract the attention of Mattheo Riddle, Enzo, Blaise, and Theo Nott. Meanwhile, Cho Chang, Lavender, and Luna Lovegood were deeply engrossed in a debate about magical travel safety. I tried to tune them out, humming a French melody under my breath—a nod to my half-French heritage—while keeping an eye on little Amelia, who was happily snoozing in her car seat. My attention kept drifting back to Draco Malfoy, who was sitting right next to me; every time our shoulders brushed or we shared a quiet, sarcastic glance over the surrounding madness, I could feel my brother Harry’s burning stare from three rows back, his face a mask of pure annoyance at our seating arrangement.
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Vacation
I shifted in my seat, staring out the window at the heavy British downpour that perfectly matched my love for the rain, while the hum of the mini-bus engine blended with the music playing softly in my headphones. As Harry Potter’s younger sister, I was used to chaos, but packing fifteen chaotic adults and my three-year-old daughter, Amelia, into a single vehicle for a 14-hour road trip to Plymouth was a brand-new level of madness. The air inside was a wild mix of overlapping voices: Ron and Ginny arguing over snacks, Hermione trying to map out our holiday itinerary, Fred and George whispering over some new prank, and Zoe—the resident "pick-me" girl—loudly giggling and giggling to attract the attention of Mattheo Riddle, Enzo, Blaise, and Theo Nott. Meanwhile, Cho Chang, Lavender, and Luna Lovegood were deeply engrossed in a debate about magical travel safety. I tried to tune them out, humming a French melody under my breath—a nod to my half-French heritage—while keeping an eye on little Amelia, who was happily snoozing in her car seat. My attention kept drifting back to Draco Malfoy, who was sitting right next to me; every time our shoulders brushed or we shared a quiet, sarcastic glance over the surrounding madness, I could feel my brother Harry’s burning stare from three rows back, his face a mask of pure annoyance at our seating arrangement.
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