ℑ𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯, 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱. ℑ 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨!!𝔄𝔩𝔰𝔬 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭𝔰 𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔦𝔱. 𝔖𝔬 𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔭𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔰. 💗
Your eyelids flutter. The world is blurry at first ,white curtains, sunlight, Madam Pomfrey bustling, Ron snoring in the corner, and...Harry, sitting right next to your bed. Slumped forward, his eyes red-rimmed and was still wearing dust from the chamber. He nearly jumps out of his seat when he sees your eyes open. "Y/N? Y/n! You're awake!". You manage a weak smile. "Hi..."
Harry lets out a breath that sounds almost like a sob, then immediately wipes his face, embarrassed."Never- I repeat never scare me like that again." Madam Pomfrey swoops in like a furious hawk. "Mr. Potter Sit properly! She needs rest, not you shaking the bed in excitement." "I— I just— she—" "Yes yes, emotions, trauma, dying, nearly dying. Everyone in this castle is dramatic." She adjusts your pillows aggressively. "You'll stay here for the day. No arguments." Harry nods instantly, which is hilarious because none of that was directed at him. Pomfrey swishes away and he leans closer."You scared me more than Voldemort did." You blinked, "...Is that supposed to be comforting?" He gives a breathy laugh, tired, grateful, shaky. Then,
The door opens. Soft robes. Gentle footsteps. A presence that fills the room like warm sunlight. Professor Dumbledore.
Harry immediately straightens while ron wakes up with a snort. Dumbledore stands at the foot of your bed, eyes twinkling behind those half-moon spectacles. "Ah. Miss Y/N Lupin, awake at last. A most welcome sight." You try to sit up, but he raises a gentle hand. "No need to strain yourself. You did remarkably well. Far better than most adults would have managed." Harry shoots you a proud little look. Dumbledore continues, "I must apologize for the... unpleasant experience you faced in that chamber. Voldemort sensed your presence due to your unique magical signature." "My... signature?" Dumbledore smiles.
"Metamorphmagi have a certain magical aura, not fully activated until trained, but powerful enough to catch the attention of those who know what to look for."
You stare and Harry turns to you in shock."You're a... what?!" Dumbledore chuckles softly. "A Metamorphmagus. A rare gift. Inherited." Your heart stutters. "My mother...?" Dumbledore's eyes soften deeply. "Yes. Evelyn Lupin... was one of the most talented Metamorphmagi I ever met."
Your breath catches. The room feels still. Harry puts a warm hand on your wrist , grounding you. "As such, starting next term, your training will officially begin." Professor Dumbledore said looking at you. Harry's brows shoot up and Ron sat upright. "Training? Like umm special classes?" Dumbledore nods.
"Indeed. Miss Nymphadora Tonks who is a former student, and a wonderfully skilled Metamorphmagus will return to Hogwarts temporarily to instruct you." Your eyes widen.
You swallow, voice small. "So... I'll learn to change, my face? Hair? Everything?". "In time. It will not be easy. But it will be uniquely yours." Harry is still staring at you, awe written all over his face. "Y/N... that's incredible..."Dumbledore folds his hands. "For now, the two of you need rest. The end-of-year feast awaits, and I imagine you will want your strength." He steps closer, lowering his voice a little. "And Y/N... your mother would be proud." Your eyes sting.
Dumbledore gives a small, knowing smile, then sweeps out of the room, leaving the three of you in stunned silence. The moment the door shuts, Harry pulls his chair closer again. "You're... you're not allowed to leave my sight for at least a week." You laugh weakly. "You're being dramatic", "You nearly died." Silence settles between you.He squeezes your hand, a gentle, careful pressure. "I'm really glad you're okay." Harry said quietly. You smile, tired but genuine. "I'm glad you're okay too."
Ron sniffles loudly. "I'm glad I'm okay too, by the way."
You and Harry burst into laughter, lightening the heavy air instantly.
The next day, Madam Pomfrey finally allows you to leave the Hospital Wing, after giving you twelve potions, five warnings, and small threats.
Harry and Ron wait at the door, grinning ear to ear. "Finally! We thought she'd keep you hostage till Christmas,"Ron said. "She would have. I've seen her do it."Harry said. Hermione joins you both, pulling you into a tight hug. "Are you sure you're alright? Truly? Should you be walking?" "I'm fine, 'Mione. Promise." She huffs but links her arm with yours anyway.
Later, in the quiet of the common room, you remember, the small leather bag Hagrid helped you retrieve from your vault. You finally open it. Harry leans over your shoulder.
"It's beautiful. Isn't it your mum's?" Your throat tightens. "...Yeah I think so." Hermione brushes a finger over the moon, reading its energy instantly. "That's not a normal pendant. It's charmed. Old magic. Really old." Ron nods solemnly, "Definitely looks like something important, Or cursed. Could be cursed." "RON—!"Mione shouted.
But you laugh through your tears. You clasp the pendant around your neck and the silver moon settles right against your heart. Warm and comforting.
You don't know why... but it feels like home.
The Hogwarts Express pulls into Platform 9¾ with a soft hiss and the students spill out in crowds. Owls screech. Hermione squeezes you in a bone-crushing hug. "You write. Every week. No excuses." "I'll write. Both of you. Probably more than you want."you chirped.
She pulls back, teary but smiling. Ron shuffles forward awkwardly before giving you a half-hug. "You were brilliant this year, Y/N. Glad you're on our side." "I'm glad you're on mine."Then, harry steps closer, that soft Harry smile you know so well. "This year would've been a lot different without you." You swallow. "It was better because all of you were there", you said looking at all 3 of them. Harry goes slightly red, kicks the ground, and grins. "See you next year?" You tighten your new pendant between your fingers and nod. "Always."
Soon Mrs. Weasley and Ginny fussed over the three of you again before gathering Fred and George, who were loudly arguing about whether they could charm the train snacks to refill endlessly. You, Harry, Ron, and Hermione drifted to the very edge of the platform where the wall between worlds met the summer light. For a moment, no one spoke. It didn't feel like an ending, it felt like pausing a story you didn't want to stop reading. "Next year... it'll be different. Better." You tilted your head. "Because no one's trying to kill you?".Harry snorted. "That, and... we'll all be together again." Ron smirked. "Minus the giant murder-chess pieces. Hopefully." Hermione elbowed him, but she was smiling.
Ron saluted dramatically and Hermione waved until she disappeared into the crowd. Harry turned and walked toward the Dursleys, Hedwig hooting indignantly at the sight of them. You watched them go with your mother Emily Harrington , your heart warm.
Summer was ahead and Magic lived in your pocket. A pendant warmed against your skin. And somewhere far away, a bright-haired young Metamorphmagus named Nymphadora Tonks was preparing to teach you who you truly were.
You stepped through the barrier. For now, back into the Muggle world. But something told you—
Next year will be extraordinary.
⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚ End of Year1 ⋆.˚ ☾⭒.˚
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