𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦, 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦
𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘺
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IN WHICH, a girl hiding her insecurities with a mask becomes a witch...
both sirius and buckbeak had been freed, however sirius was still considered to be a convicted murderer, and pettigrew had still gotten away. in your opinion, a failed mission.
time had passed and the end of the school year had come, everyone receiving their final exam marks.
yours weren't terrible, you excelled in certain topics such as the dark arts and potions, but the other things weren't your strong suit. you didn't do badly in anything, though.
you sat at gryffindor table, chin resting in your hands as you poked at the sandwich hermione had forced onto your plate. you didn't know why she tried, you were never going to eat in front of them.
you glance up as a large, sloppily wrapped parcel is dropped onto the middle of the table by hedwig.
you blink, it was addressed to harry.
the twins smirk, "why don't you open it" they nudge ron.
he shakes his head, "what, no. it's harry's"
they shake their head, "come on"
"don't be a pussy"
he scoffs, "oh, alright"
you roll your eyes,
the effects of peer pressure
hermione shakes her head, "you will not! this is harry's!"
but it was too late, ron had already torn open the package. everyone gathers around,
"woah!"
"is that a firebolt?"
"who's is it?"
"it's harry's! don't touch it!"
"wicked!"
"stand back, i said! or i'll-i'll take it upstairs if you don't settle" ron tries to stop everyone trying to touch it.
and right on time, harry strolled through the doors.
"harry" neville runs up to him, "wherever did you get it?"
"can i have a go, harry? after you, of course" seamus asks.
"what are you talking about?" harry questions, walking over.
"quiet" ron says, "let the man through"
harry looks down at the package, the brown wrapping was folded over it again.
"i-i didn't mean to open it, harry. it was badly wrapped, and they made me do it" he points between the twins.
"did not!"
harry pulls back the wrapping, revealing a brand new and nicely polished firebolt.
"it's a firebolt"
"it's the fastest broom in the world"
harry touches it, "for me?"
he smiles slightly, "but who sent it?"
ron shakes his head, "no one knows"
hermione smirks slightly, she holds up a very familiar, large feather, "but this came with it"
he smiles widely.
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THE GROUP PREVIOUSLY SURROUNDING HARRY NOW CHASE HIM OUT OF THE HALL AS HE HOLDS HIS BROOM WITH EXCITEMENT.
funnily enough, draco and the others were by the door.
"go on, harry!"
"yeah, let's see!"
"how fast is it, harry?"
you watch in mild interest, really just hoping he catapults really hard into a wall.
he mounts the broom kicking off and zooming into the sky with a small shout.
he screams as the broom flies him around faster than his last.
within a second he was up in the air and out of sight, you shake your head slightly.
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