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Harry felt himself jolt awake only to find his ears attacked by loud buzzing yells from outside his temporary bedroom.

It took him a few seconds to recall what had happened the last night. His face broke into a wide grin...

Y/N was finally his girlfriend. He grinned into his pillow and flipped over, to find himself laying on his bed, alone.

That's odd. He was positive she'd fell asleep right beside him last night.

"I will not let you-" Harry suddenly heard Rolf's furious voice muffle from behind the door.

"Let me? Let me? Let me what?" Y/N shot back heatedly. Harry sighed once he realized what was going on.

"I won't let you have him in your room!"

"Have him? It was the only bed left in the house!"

"Make him switch with me then!"

"No!"

"Why!"

"I don't like you!"

Harry quickly kicked his blanket away and scrambled to his feet, ready to defend Y/N.

Y/N and Rolf continued to yell right outside the room. Their voices were loud enough to wake up every painting in the hallway.

Harry quickly opened the door of the bedroom to find Y/N standing outside with her brows knitted, and Rolf, towering over her furiously.

Y/N abruptly turned to Harry as he pushed open the door.

Rolf's face was red and his eyes narrowed at his sister dangerously. Y/N was still in her bedclothes and her hair was everywhere, indicating that she probably just woke up, too.

Harry blinked at the two blankly.

"Er... morning,-"

"See, you woke him!" Y/N snapped, turning back and scowling at her brother.

"Good! Let's talk, shall we?" Rolf crossed his arms, glaring at Harry with no sympathy.

"Why are you even here?" Harry asked Rolf, frowning slightly and walking to stand firmly at Y/N's side.

"Is it a crime to wake my sister up for breakfast?" Rolf shot cooly, narrowing his eyes at the raven-haired boy. Harry simply stared back at him blankly.

"What do you want, Rolf?" He asked.

"I want my sister out of your room," Rolf snarled, "or the other way around. I don't care. I'm not having it."

"You're the only person who has a problem with it!" Y/N scoffed, throwing her arms in the air.

"And I don't understand why!" Rolf shouted, his voice slowly rising. "Why did Remus approve- and why would you not let him switch with me, or someone like, I don't know, Ron?"

"That shouldn't even be your concern." Y/N hissed, feeling her frustration start to rise.

"You know, he's doing this on purpose!" Rolf protested, pointing at Harry. "I would never stop you from dating, but I don't like the idea of your best friend toying with your feelings-"

"-we are." Harry said cut him off.

"Are what?" Rolf snapped at him.

"In a relationship." Harry replied bluntly, stepping in front of Y/N slightly.

Rolf froze, his mouth still open, and he stared at the two for a full ten seconds. Y/N rolled her eyes and Harry's expression was plain.

"Don't say a word to the others." Y/N muttered. "I want them find out from either me or Harry- not you."

"But- what? Since when?" Rolf sounded breathless.

"Not your business." Y/N said plainly.

"No way..." Rolf continued to stare at the two in disbelief.

"Is it that much of a surprise, really?" Y/N said quietly. Rolf's eyes darted between them multiple times. "What? You want us to prove it-?"

"Nope, I'm good." Rolf quickly said. "Didn't know. OK. I'm gonna leave now."

"You're not mad about it?" Harry frowned, knowing perfectly well what kind of brother Rolf was.

"Honestly, no." Rolf said cooly. "I know what kind of person you are, Harry. I'd rather it be you then some other bloke. I didn't like you flirting around with Niff when you guys were friends, but I guess... now is fine."

"Oh, wow..." Y/N raised her eyebrows, shocked, but delighted by Rolf's sudden mood change. "Thanks, Ro-"

"But I will hunt you down and rip your limbs apart slowly and brutally, if you ever hurt her." Rolf said threateningly, with no tone of joke in his voice. "And I mean it."

"Noted." Harry nodded, grinning pleasantly.

"And," Rolf continued, "no snogging when I'm around. And no more than snogging- ever. Not until you're of age. I don't want-"

"I'm hungry for breakfast." Y/N said loudly, as Harry blushed a deep colour of pink. "Thanks for the speech, big brother, but I'm leaving."

With that, Y/N turned away and rushed away from the creaky hallway, down the stairs. Harry quickly gave Rolf a small smile and hurried after her.

"Good morning, by the way," Y/N smiled when he finally caught up with her. Harry grinned playfully and planted a swift kiss on her cheek.

"G'morning," he said brightly. "So... are we going to tell the others? Like all of the others?"

"I think we should." Y/N said seriously. "It's better if they find out from us- rather than anyone or anyway else. I've read enough novels to know how that'll end up."

"Fair enough." Harry nodded calmly, secretly celebrating in happiness of her decision and how comfortable she was with it.

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As always, sitting at the dining table were Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny, Remus, Mrs Weasley, Sirius and Mundungus Fletcher.

Ginny and Hermione were in a giggly conversation, Fred and George were still eating their porridge, and Mundungus was chewing onto something loudly.

"Morning there, little lad," Mundungus greeted in a croaky voice, as he spotted Y/N and Harry. "You too, Y/N."

He was another member of the Order. He seemed like he was always drunk, but was actually moderately kind-hearted.

"Hey, Dung," Y/N muttered, landing into a chair next to Ginny, Harry taking a seat right next to her.

"Morning," the rest of them chorused brightly at the two.

"Ah, Mini-Lily and Pronglette." Sirius grinned, giving Y/N and Harry a wink. Y/N smiled at the nickname, liking it more than 'Niff' or 'kiddo'.

Many people had told her that she sometimes reminded them of Lily Potter... even though the two probably looked nothing alike. But it made Y/N secretly proud of herself.

Perhaps it was the fact that both of them fell in love with a certain boy with messy hair and glasses, with the last name Potter...

Remus, on the other hand, ignored the both of them completely and hid behind his newspaper.

"Good morning, godfather." Y/N said loudly, frowning, as she slowly poured herself some cereal.

"Morning." Remus muttered back quietly.

"Remus, are you five?" Mrs Weasley tilted her head, giving Remus a look. "Being petty does not look good on you."

"So does being a godfather," Remus said bitterly, finally lowering his newspaper to reveal his tired and scarred face. "you just can't stop overthinking for your children."

"Welcome to my world." Sirius sighed, taking a bite off his sandwich.

They all fell silent for a moment, as Mrs Weasley cleaned up the dishes. After a few minutes, Mundungus leaving with a drowsy goodbye to everyone. The others continued their conversations.

Y/N glanced over at Harry with a questioning look. He nodded slightly and chewed his food for a second.

"So er- Professor Lupin," he finally started, once he swallowed his food and his mouth was empty. Remus merely looked up at him, still keeping his petty attitude. "Er... Y/N, a little help?" Harry whispered nervously.

"Right. Yeah." Y/N cleared her throat. "So, Moony... I... am old enough to know for good that it would be... a bad idea to hide anything from you-"

"-you are correct." Remus said flatly.

"Yes, and-" Y/N caught Harry's eye and felt her face go hot. "So. Harry sort of... asked me to be his girlfriend, last night-"

"-and Y/N said yes." Harry said quickly, his face becoming a deeper shade of pink.

Sirius choked on his drink and coughed abruptly and Remus simply stared at them with a blank expression, not reacting one bit.

"So... what do you say?" Harry asked nervously, as Remus glued his eyes onto Y/N's.

"What do you want me say?" Remus asked rather harshly. "Do you want my blessing? Do you want me to get up and pat you on the back for stealing my daughter from me?"

"Remus!" Y/N exclaimed, touched, but also embarrassed. "It's- I- nothing's going to change. We're just officially together, I guess, but I'm still your goddaughter."

"YOU TWO ARE GOING OUT?" Sirius suddenly bellowed, his eyebrows raised. The whole kitchen fell silent and turned their heads towards him.

"Who? What?" Ginny demanded. Harry turned away to hide the colour in his cheeks and Y/N shifted in her spot nervously.

"Y/N..." Ron said slowly, staring at Y/N's nervous expression. "Do you have something to tell us?"

"This is it, Georgie, get ready for the coins." Fred whispered, a smirk appearing on his lips.

Hermione and Mrs Weasley raised their eyebrows and grinned slightly.

"Harry..." Ron frowned. Harry gulped and looked up at every pair of eyes in the room. They would find out, one way or another, and it wouldn't end well. He took a deep breath and spoke clearly,

"Me and Y/N are-"

"-Y/N and I." Y/N corrected him cheekily. Harry looked at her with a playful grin and rolled his eyes.

"Yes. We're- together... officially." He said awkwardly.

As they had guessed, the room burst into cheers. Ron beamed widely, Hermione and Ginny squealed, Mrs Weasley let out a soft delighted gasp, Rolf and Sirius exchanged smirks and Remus rolled his eyes.

"Eight galleons- eight galleons! Each!" George said triumphantly.

"Congratulations!" Hermione walked over and gave Y/N and Harry a quick hug.

"I'm so happy for you two!" Mrs Weasley put a hand to her chest adoringly. "You most definitely deserve each other."

"I knew it! I knew it!" Ginny smiled widely, laughing with Fred and George in joy.

"Alright, they're overreacting." Y/N muttered to Harry, as the kitchen echoed with excited exclaims from everywhere. "It's like we're having a baby." she scowled.

Harry chuckled loudly.

Y/N shook her head, but smiled to herself, grabbing her glass of juice. "To... Remus not murdering you after breakfast." She clinked her glass with Harry's and they both drank playfully.

"Hear, Hear." Harry turned to see Remus glaring at the two of them, drinking from his own cup of coffee.

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That afternoon, Sirius gave Harry a quick tour around Grimmauld Place, ending up in the ground floor, exploring the Black Family Tree tapestry. Sirius clearly hated his family, but Harry found the Blacks quite interesting.

"You're related to the Malfoys?" Harry exclaimed unbelievably, as he trailed down to Narcissa Malfoy, her husband, and then her son.

"All pure-bloods are related." Sirius said darkly, glaring at the tapestry in disgust.

"All?... but my dad's a pure-blood!" Harry said in horror. "D-does- does that mean Y/N and I are related-?"

"Don't be daft," Sirius chuckled in a hollow voice. "The Scamanders and Goldsteins were the biggest families of blood-traitors. Y/N probably has a handful of muggle ancestors. I very highly doubt you two are related."

"Thank Merlin." Harry muttered, sighing in relief. "But does that mean I'm related to you?"

"Probably," Sirius shrugged. "but very distantly. The Potters weren't part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight."

"The-?"

"Sacred Twenty-Eight, yes," Sirius sighed. "Twenty-eight pure-blood families. Been pure since the first Wizarding War."

"This is... crazy." Harry gaped up at the huge tapestry in front of him in awe.

"Enough about my family," Sirius said loudly, clearing his throat. He looked at Harry in the eye and felt... at home. James' unbothered expression and Lily's sparkling green eyes staring back at him. "Oh, how much I miss your mum and dad."

He placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and examined him proudly, feeling a rush of bittersweetness.

"If I do get expelled," Harry said quietly. "can I move in, here with you?"

"We'll see." Sirius smiled softly. "But when all this is over, we're going to be a family again. That's a promise."

Sirius smiled proudly at his godson and pulled him into a warm hug. Harry closed his eyes and smiled in comfort, hugging him back... he finally had a father.

"So," Sirius pulled away, after a while, and rubbed his hands together eagerly. "as godfather and godson, while we're stuck in this hell hole- what do you want to do?"

"Y/N."

"WHAT?" Sirius yelled, staggering back slightly, his eyes growing twice as large.

"No! I meant-" Harry turned pink. "Y/N... is behind you."

Sirius whipped his head around to find Y/N leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed, smiling at them lightly.

She was in her usual baggy clothes with Remus' handmade apron strapped around her, her hair in a bun and her left cheek dusted with flour.

"Oh- oh, er- right." Sirius muttered, clearing his throat loudly.

"Hey," Harry grinned at Y/N. The fact that she could look good in such messy form was mind blowing to him.

"Molly told me to tell you that Lunch will be ready in ten minutes." Y/N said casually.

"Sweet. What're you baking?" Sirius asked the girl with a kind smile.

"I'm making cherry pie with Remus." said Y/N brightly, as Harry came over to her to brush the flour from her cheek with his thumb. "Oh- thanks, Harold... Remus is still acting stubborn, though."

"That's really not normal for him," Sirius chuckled. "he was always the mother of the group. Prongs and I were the petty ones."

"It's because of me, isn't it?" Harry said quietly.

"He likes you, Harry, I can tell," Y/N said with a sigh. "He's just- new to this dad thing. So give him a while. He's not mad at you."

"She's right," Sirius nodded, giving Harry an assuring look. "Harry, why don't you help Y/N and Remus with the pie? I need to sort out something with Kreacher. Bloody mental elf." he added under his breath.

"Alright. See you." Harry smiled.

Y/N beamed at Sirius and led Harry up the stairs, back into the kitchen. She practically ran, as the oven dinged. She slipped on her mittens and wrenched the oven open, grabbing the cherry pie.

"It's done!" Y/N sighed happily, placing the hot tray of pie onto the kitchen counter. She quickly pulled off her mittens and stared at the cherry pie proudly.

She suddenly yelped, when she felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist from behind. She turned her head back to see Harry grinning over her shoulder.

"You scared the shit out of me-" Y/N scowled sternly, but immediately started to chuckle uncontrollably- Harry had turned her around and planted small kisses on her lips playfully. "Har- Harry-!"

"What?" Harry asked innocently, pulling away for a moment.

"Remus is going to come in here any moment." Y/N whispered, still smiling up at him admiringly.

"Why does that matter?" Harry asked.

"Because- " Y/N grinned. "We have the rest of our lives to spend together. Ron has five minutes of hunger tolerance, before he turns into Crookshanks on drugs."

"Fair enough." Harry laughed, but didn't let her go. Y/N frowned at him. He was smiling, but there was also a hint of concern behind his eyes.

"What is it?" Y/N asked. "I can tell when you're overthinking. And you're overthinking right now."

Harry's smile suddenly disappeared. His eyes dropped to the floor sadly.

"Niff... what if I do get expelled?"

"What?"

"What will happen with us?" He asked. "Will you... will you break up with me?"

"Are you mental?" Y/N exclaimed, chuckling under her breath. "It's been a day and you're talking about breaking up-"

"I'm serious, Niff." Harry said flatly.

"I'm sure you're Harry." Y/N slowly grinned.

"But you won't see me for months." Harry said quietly, ignoring her. "With Malfoy, and all the others that are out there, Y/N-"

"Harry..." Y/N whispered warningly.

"But will you break-?"

"No, I won't!" Y/N said, scoffing unbelievably, and no longer smiling. "Do you really think-? Look. My mother is dead- she's gone forever- but I still love her with every last bit of my heart and soul."

"But-"

"Just because you're not physically with me, doesn't mean I don't care for you," Y/N laughed. "The ones that love us never really leave us, Harry."

"That's what Sirius said to me..." Harry said slowly.

"And he's right." Y/N said firmly. "But Harry, you will come back to Hogwarts."

"Right. 'Course I will." Harry muttered, but the unsettling thought stuck in the back of his mind for the next two days...

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"Good m-m-morning, Remus," Y/N yawned, as she entered the kitchen in the early morning on August the 12th, the day of Harry's hearing.

Grimmauld place was quiet, and no one was in the kitchen except Remus Lupin, who was in his usual seat and reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Morning." Remus smiled at his goddaughter weakly and lowered his newspaper. "He's not here. Went off to the hearing hours ago."

"Oh dang it," Y/N groaned, throwing herself onto a nearby chair. "I woke up at five in the morning for nothing?"

"What a pity." Remus said bluntly, grinning to himself.

Y/N looked up and narrowed her eyes as her godfather hummed to himself happily under his breath.

"Do you have something to say?" Y/N asked him, cocking an eyebrow. "Remus...

"Yes, actually." Remus scowled and threw aside his newspaper, staring right into Y/N's eyes. "We need to make some rules, Y/N."

"I'm- going back to bed." Y/N smiled sweetly and got up, but Remus abruptly stood up and blocked her way, with his arms wide open.

"N-no! Talk!" he said said nervously. "I- am your father- I want you stay here and talk to me, y-young lady!"

Maybe Hermione was right. Maybe she should've adopted Y/N and Rolf instead.

"Alright," Y/N sighed. "but I'm standing. In case I have to run."

"Thank you." Remus muttered, before slowly lowering his arms.

"The half-breed is the nasty blood-traitor girl's father, I see." whispered a croaking voice from the corner of the room.

Y/N and Remus turned to the kitchen side of the room to see Kreacher the house-elf standing there, glaring at them. Y/N felt her blood boil under her skin.

"Don't you dare call him-"

"I am, Kreacher," Remus said calmly. "would you mind leaving the room for a second? I need to talk to my goddaughter."

"The werewolf is talking to Kreacher," the old house-elf mumbled. "mistress will be disgusted. Kreacher will not take orders from the filthy-"

"Stop that!" Y/N bellowed, before Remus could stop her.

"Kreacher isn't doing anything," the elf bowed his head spitefully. "Kreacher is leaving the room."

The elf slugged out of the room, muttering nasty things to himself and apparently to his dead mistress and master as well.

"You were saying, Moony?" Y/N turned back to Remus, who stared blankly at her.

"Right. Rules." Remus cleared his throat, sitting up slightly. "Since you and Harry are going out now, I will have to put out some rules."

"Moony, this is-"

"First of all!" Remus said loudly, as Y/N opened her mouth. "No snogging when I'm around."

"But Sirius told me you were OK when Lily and James-"

"They were my friends- you are my responsibility." Remus scowled, his grey eyes narrowing. "Please do as I say. Secondly... secondly..."

"There doesn't have to be a secondly?" Y/N smiled at him hopefully.

"Secondly, please don't leave me." Remus said. Y/N was surprised to find his tone soft and almost desperate. "I know you're in a relationship- and I know how much you love each other-"

"Moony, don't-"

"But please, Y/N." Remus closed his eyes and frowned slightly. "I just got you and Rolf. My life in the past month has been the best, since Lily and James. You're like a daughter to me, now."

"I am your daughter." Y/N said firmly. "And I won't leave you, Moony."

"Y/N, don't say what you don't mean." Remus shook his head.

"Don't say what you don't know." Y/N said in a low whisper. "I will follow your rules, Remus."

"You promise?" Remus eyed her suspiciously.

"Yes, I promise." Y/N chuckled. Remus nodded and slowly stepped away to let her get through.

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That afternoon, Y/N, Sirius, Mrs Weasley, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron and Hermione waited for Harry's arrival patiently.

Y/N shook her leg under the dining table and swapped nervous glances with the Weasleys.

The next thing they knew, a beaming Harry in a suit and combed hair pushed open the kitchen door and delivered amazing news.

"Cleared- of all charged." he said proudly.

"I knew it!" Ron punched the air. "You always get away with stuff!"

"They were bound to clear you," Hermione beamed, clapping along with Mrs Weasley and Sirius.

"You're coming back to Hogwarts with us!" Y/N ran and jumped into Harry's arms, as he crushed her with a longing hug.

"He got off, he got off, he got off..." the twins and Ginny cheered, jumping around the kitchen.

"Be quiet, you three." Mr Weasley came into the kitchen after Harry and went over to talk to Sirius quietly. His expression seemed serious.

"You look dashing, by the way." Y/N blushed when Harry pulled away and grinned at her. "I mean- I love your messy hair and all, but seeing it neat is- new."

"Which do you prefer?" Harry asked curiously.

"Whichever you prefer." Y/N smiled widely. Harry stared at her smile and wrapped his arms around her once again, rocking her backwards slightly.

"Harry, was Dumbledore there?" Hermione suddenly asked, when Y/N finally pulled away from Harry's hug and the both of them sat down by the dining table.

"Was he there to help you?" Ron chimed in.

"Yes, but-" Harry paused and thought carefully. Y/N frowned at him."he wasn't talking to me. He wasn't looking at me."

At that, Harry felt a sharp pain on his scar- it hurt so bad he clapped his hand on it. Luckily, the adults were still in a serious conversation and the twins and Ginny were still cheering.

"He got off, he got off, he got off-"

"Children- be quiet!" Mr Weasley scolded.

"What's up?" asked Hermione, looking alarmed form Harry's abrupt movement.

"Scar..." Harry mumbled, feeling the same churning anger he felt every time his scar burned. "but it happens all the time. It's normal now."

"But you never told me this." Y/N immediately frowned. "I thought it was-"

"I told you that I was having random bursts of anger," Harry snapped, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. "isn't that obvious enough?"

"No, it isn't." Y/N said cooly, looking at Harry's frustrated expression in concern.

"It's nothing... doesn't matter."

Y/N felt herself grit her teeth, trying not to say anything further. Hermione and Ron glanced at them nervously.

"HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF-"

"SHUT UP!" roared Mrs Weasley.

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August 20th.

Y/N flipped lazily on her bed, feeling lights shining on her eyelids. A sign that she should be waking up... but five more minutes wouldn't hurt.

Y/N peeked one eye open, just to find herself staring at Harry's grinning face. She gasped, jolting in shock and rolling off her bed, onto the ground painfully.

"Ouch!" Y/N groaned, rubbing her head. "Harry, what the hell?"

Y/N felt Harry pull her up by the arms to stand on her feet. Before she could say anything, he wrapped his arms around her waist and hugged her- so tightly that her feet lifted off the ground.

"Woah, wait-!"

"Happy birthday, Niff." Harry said, grinning widely from ear to ear, spinning her around. Y/N laughed uncontrollably.

"I actually forgot," She chuckled, as he lowered her to the ground. Harry held onto her waist firmly, resting his forehead on hers. "thanks, Harold..."

"Your present is downstairs with the others," Harry whispered. "C'mon, everyone is waiting-"

"Harry, let me just change and brush my teeth," Y/N said with an eye roll. "I'll see you in five minutes."

"I'll wait right here." Harry grinned and pushed himself onto her bed and sat there cross-legged. Y/N smiled at him and grabbed her clothes, before heading towards the bathroom.

She came back into their bedroom, five minutes later, dressed in her usual clothes. Harry bounced off the bed and glided across the room to give her a peck on the cheek.

It was something he now did every day, to greet her in the morning and to say goodnight.

They were with the others most of the time, so they couldn't really do anything affectionate while cleaning, playing chess or baking.

"C'mon, you fifteen-year-old." Harry grinned, taking her hand and dragging her out of the room, down the stairs, and into the living room.

Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, Rolf and Ginny were sprawled all over the sofas and looked up when Y/N and Harry entered the room.

"Happy birthday!" They all chorused, standing up and giving Y/N a hug.

"Thanks guys- gentle, Ginny!" Y/N laughed as Ginny crushed her with a tight hug.

"Go on, open the presents!" Ron encouraged, patting Y/N's back eagerly. There was a big mountain of presents on the table in the middle of the room.

"They're from all your loved ones," Rolf said with a smile. "that's why mine's not in there."

"Just shutting up'll be the best gift for me ever, Rolfie." Y/N said cooly.

"I was just kidding!" Rolf laughed loudly and gave her a quick side hug. "Open mine first! It's the blue box!"

Y/N had gotten the most presents she'd ever received in a birthday. A set of the most long-lasting quills from Rolf, revision quills from Rolf, A Guide to Acing Your O.W.L.s from Hermione, a bunch of sweets from Fred and George, a beautiful batch of crystals from Tonks, a self-defense bracelet from Ginny,-

"For Malfoy, or something," Ginny shrugged, as Y/N gave her a great full hug. "It shocks anyone who touches you with bad intention."

Next, was a giant cooking book from Remus, a vintage golden hourglass from Sirius, an amethyst lamp from Fleur, a bunch of treats from Mr and Mrs Weasley and finally down to Harry's present.

"I wonder what it is," Hermione said excitedly.

"Took me a while to find a perfect gift," Harry said with a shrug.

Y/N excitedly unwrapped the brown box in front of her and her eyes lit up when a chain bracelet dropped onto her lap. It had five tiniest different coloured jewels attached to it.

"Each jewel indicates an emotion," Harry explained. "The red one glows when you're angry, the blue one glows when you want time alone, yellow means you're excited, green is worry and the pink one's love."

"That's so thoughtful!" Hermione squealed. "And the jewels are tiny so not everyone would see- unless you check up on her."

Y/N picked up the bracelet and clasped it around her wrist, extending out her hand and examining it.

"I know most of them aren't pleasant emotions," Harry said quickly. "but I think it'll be helpful for us both. I know it isn't that exciting-"

"Are you kidding?" Y/N scoffed. "Harry, I bloody love it! Thank you!"

Harry beamed happily, as Y/N gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. He flushed red and looked down at the bracelet. The pink jewel was glowing intensely.

"You know what that means." Y/N whispered, so only Harry could hear her.

"Love you too," Harry whispered back, grinning widely at her happily.

Y/N met Tonks, Remus, Sirius, Bill and Mrs Weasley later on, at breakfast. Everyone gave her a warm hug, and they ate breakfast all together. After finishing breakfast, Mrs Weasley them all out of the kitchen, as the Order meeting started.

The kids spent the entire morning eavesdropping the meeting, using the twins' Extendable Ear, and having tiny breaks to play chess.

Suddenly, at a little past twelve, there were three loud taps coming from the window of the living room. Everyone fell quiet and turned around to find two owls fluttering outside.

"Hogwarts owls," Y/N frowned. "I recognise the red wax stamps."

"That's odd." Hermione got up and quickly went over to open the window for the two owls to fly in.

The owls dropped each envelope on Hermione's feet and Ron's lap, before heading away immediately.

"They're for us?" Ron looked slightly panicked, as he slowly picked up the letter.

"Well, go on!" Rolf nagged, poking his head over Ron's shoulder. "Open it, Ron."

"I don't get it." Fred frowned, looking at his twin. "Why would they-"

But his voice was frowned out by a loud scream. Everyone whipped their heads to Hermione's direction in alarm, to find the girl holding her letter in one hand, and a bright red badge in the other.

"I- I- I was made prefect!" She said breathlessly.

Y/N and Ginny broke into a round of congratulations, rushing over to Hermione's side and reading the letter in her trembling hand.

"But that means-" George's eyes widened. "No... Ron can't be-"

"Prefect... I'm a prefect!" Ron's frown melted, his eyes were wide and his mouth was gaping open. "Blimey!"

"No way." Fred whispered, his mouth wide open just like his brothers.

"Congrats," Rolf beamed at the two new prefects. "I, myself, wasn't made prefect... but you all get a whole bathroom! With a pool-sized tub and all!"

Y/N's eyes darted to Harry and they locked eyes for a second, remembering their encounter in the prefects' bathroom last year, when they were still in a fight.

Harry smirked and turned away, as Y/N blushed furiously.

"Y/N, dear, there you are!" Mrs Weasley came into the room with her wand in one hand. "There'll be a tiny party for you. Everyone's invited to dinner, with a cake and all- why're you kids gaping like that?"

"Hermione and Ron are prefects!" Y/N said brightly, breaking the silence.

"They- they're- what?" Mrs Weasley's smile dropped.

"They're prefects, mum," Fred rolled his eyes, glaring at Ron. "Little Ronnikins, fourth prefect of the family-"

"Oh, Ron!" Mrs Weasley let out an identical squeal as Hermione's and walked across the room to give her son a big hug. "You're a- a- prefect! That makes everyone in the family!"

"Then what're George and I? Next door neighbours?" Fred muttered grimly, but Mrs Weasley was already going on and on about how proud she was of Ron.

"Dad's going to be thrilled!" The woman beamed. "We're going to have a party for you two! Not today, of course, no... it's Y/N's birthday-"

"Oh, don't be ridiculous," Y/N laughed. "I would love to share my party with our two new prefects."

Y/N flashed a wink at Ron and Hermione, who gave her a thankful smile.

"That's settled, then!" Mrs Weasley clapped her hands together excitedly. "Oh, Ron- our Ron- a prefect! Merlin, wait till everyone hears- a prefect!"

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"... Happy birthday to you..."

"Make a wish, Y/N!" Ginny nudged Y/N's shoulder, as everyone cheered and clapped for her. Y/N blushed and closed her eyes, before blowing out the candles.

One of the candles immediately exploded, bursting into shreds, causing everyone to jump slightly.

First, Y/N thought the twins had pranked her, but later read from their expressions that she probably did that, herself.

"Sorry, everyone." Y/N apologized, but they all burst into laughter.

"Hard times," Tonks chuckled. "I remember when I used to randomly turn my lips into a beak, when I went through my spurt."

"Yeah, I've got to learn how to control them," Y/N grinned, as Harry shone her a playful grin.

To be exactly honest, Harry was somewhat confused as of why Dumbledore gave Ron the prefect badge.

Yes, Harry was better than Ron at defence and defeating the bad, but everything else? He really wasn't any better...

But it was him who escaped Voldemort last year. It was Harry who was The Boy Who Lived...

"Harry, cake?" Y/N handed him a slice of her birthday cake.

"Oh- yeah. Er- thanks." Harry accepted the plate and watched as Y/N handed out her cake to everyone.

That night, though, Harry's envious thought disappeared. He laughed as Tonks told him and Y/N stories about her powers, when she was at Hogwarts. (her hair was red and long today, she looked like she could easily fit in with the Weasleys.)

Harry felt better when he saw how happy and excited his friends were, he clapped enthusiastically as they all held a toast for Hermione and Ron, before draining down all of his butterbeer...

"Fun evening, wasn't it?" Y/N sighed happily when they finally decided to go to bed. She had showered and changed into her bedclothes, and was now laying warmly in Harry's bed.

"The best." Harry grinned, throwing a blanket over them. "Happy birthday."

"That's the sixth time," Y/N chuckled. She jumped slightly when Harry turned to his side and put his arm around her waist, tucking her close to him.

"Y/N... I was thinking..."

"Harry?"

"Sorry I didn't tell you about my scar, earlier." said Harry guiltily.

"Harold, we're past this-"

"You're one of the reasons why I'm still sane." Harry whispered, closing his eyes. "My scar is killing me alive... and I don't feel like myself anymore... I feel angry all the time. I feel like I'm him-"

"Shut up," Y/N shot fiercely. "you're not like him. You'll never be. Voldemort doesn't know how to love, and that's enough for me to tell you that you're wrong."

"That's easy for you to say." Harry said cooly, his voice dropping dangerously. "I hate it. You don't get it..."

"Explain, then." Y/N felt her voice shake slightly from frustration.

"He's part of me." said Harry quietly. "He's in my head- somehow. Sometimes, when I look at you, I want to attack you. I want to hurt you. I hate myself for that-"

"Alright that's enough," Y/N hissed.

"I know you know, Y/N," Harry said cooly. "you know that I'm dangerous. Voldemort wants me dead and wants you on his side- it's already risky for you. You don't deserve m-"

Harry suddenly let out a drowned gasp. Y/N had rolled to her side to face him and wrenched his jaw towards herself, connecting their lips abruptly.

Harry felt his whole neck burn from Y/N's sudden and almost threatening kiss. His fingers dug into her waist as he shut his eyes and attacked her lips back. They held onto each other desperately, as the kiss became somewhat rough. Before Harry could deepen his touch, however, Y/N pulled away, slightly breathless, and stared firmly into his eyes.

Harry stared at her blankly.

"That shut you up." Y/N accidentally blurted.

"I should start talking again, then." Harry said numbly, his ears buzzing with feelings he wasn't so familiar with. His chest rose and fell heavily for a moment and he slowly caught his breath.

"I- " Y/N felt her cheeks flush again. She wasn't the type to usually be that bold. Harry was clearly making her crazy, in the best way possible.

"You're overthinking, I can tell." Harry grinned, tucking a piece of Y/N's hair away.

"Hey, that's my line." Y/N's face slowly broke into a smile.

"I know..." Harry smiled innocently and pulled her deeper into his embrace, like he was afraid the bedsheets might start attacking her.

She closed her eyes and felt Harry's hand on the side of her face. Y/N sighed and fell quiet, listening to both of their gentle heartbeats. "I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep."

"Good night then... you fifteen-year-old Niffler."

"I sometimes hate you."

"Love you too, I guess..."

The pink jewel on Y/N's bracelet glowed- so bright, she could sense it with her eyes still closed.

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A/N ~ Ahh not me dying while writing the last seen. We're back at hoggy warty Hogwarts, next chapter :)

I'm late for school and read through this only twice... might have to edit it later, but I gtg rn-

- ScribblingQuills