Second Chance || Harry Potter x Reader

Misfits & Magic | ˚₊✩‧₊

Y/n's Pov
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The next morning, Grimmauld Place buzzed with its usual blend of chaotic charm. I woke up to the muffled sounds of chatter from the kitchen below and the distinct clatter of pots and pans. Hermione had already slipped out of bed, and her neatly made side gave away that she'd been up for a while, probably off reading or helping Mrs. Weasley with breakfast.

As I stretched, a knock on the door startled me. "Oi, Y/N, you up?" came a familiar voice-Fred, or maybe George. Hard to tell when I was still half-asleep.

"Yeah, I'm up," I called back, rubbing my eyes. The door creaked open, and the twins poked their heads in, grinning like cats who'd caught a mouse.

"Morning, sunshine!" George chimed.

"Sleep well?" Fred added with a playful wink.

"As well as I could in a haunted house," I teased back, rolling out of bed.

Fred chuckled. "Ha! Haunted, she says. We prefer the term 'spirited.' Now, get dressed. We've got plans."

I blinked. "Plans? What kind of plans?"

The twins exchanged an exaggerated look of disbelief. "You don't know about the plans? Oh, Y/N, you've got a lot to learn about us," Fred said, shaking his head.

I threw on some clothes quickly, my curiosity piqued. They led me down the narrow staircase, whispering and shushing me whenever a floorboard creaked.

"Are we sneaking out or something?" I whispered, amused by their theatrics.

"Not quite. We're introducing you to a bit of magic we've been working on," George explained, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

They ushered me into a small, dusty room that looked like it hadn't been touched in years. The air was musty, and the faint light from the window gave it a shadowy feel. On a rickety old table lay what looked like a handheld mirror, but with an odd purple hue and runes etched along its edges.

Fred picked it up with a flourish. "May I present the Reflecto-Chat!"

"Reflecto-Chat?" I repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, yes! A device for the inquisitive minds who prefer not to strain their ears against keyholes," George explained dramatically. "It reflects conversations happening in another room onto this surface, clear as day."

"Think of it as the ultimate eavesdropping tool," Fred added with a mischievous grin.

I couldn't help but laugh. "And why are you showing this to me?"

George draped an arm over my shoulder, grinning. "Because, Y/N, you've got that glint in your eye. The one that says, 'I'm curious about things I shouldn't be.'"

"Plus," Fred added, "it takes three to pull off a proper heist of information."

I bit back a smile. "Alright, I'm in. What's the plan?"

They beamed, and within minutes, the mirror was propped up on a stack of books, angled perfectly to catch the conversation happening downstairs. The runes around the mirror glowed softly, and soon, the foggy surface cleared, revealing the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was bustling about, talking to Sirius and Remus. Their voices were suddenly amplified, almost like they were in the room with us.

"...I'm just saying, we need to be careful with what we say in front of the children," Mrs. Weasley was saying. "They're sharp-especially Hermione and Y/N."

I exchanged a glance with the twins, both of whom were barely containing their snickers. "See? They know you're sharp," Fred whispered, clearly amused.

"Well, they certainly don't give you two enough credit," I whispered back, grinning.