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She hasn't mailed any letters to me yet, the previous moment I saw her was on my birthday ball.

She looks so stunning, with her dark green dress and neatly hairstyle. She looks so gorgeous. Once she steps in the hall with Professor Snape, I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"Malfoy, you're daydreaming again." Blaise sighed.

He and the others came to visit with their mothers since my mother is friends with them. Sometimes we would overhear their conversation, and the topic would be Y/N.

"Y/N is an elegant girl, and I wonder who her parents are. I hope she comes from a pureblood family." Mrs Nott spoke.

"She truly is, did you saw how she danced with the eldest son of Lupus family and Draco? She looks so fantastic." Mrs Pucey chuckled.

"I wish to have a daughter-in-law like her in the future." Mother said as she sipped her tea.

"They're on it again." Gregory sighed and pinched his nose bridge.

"They seem in love with her." Marcus sighed.

"What do you expect? It's Y/N who we're talking here. Who wouldn't fall for her charms?" Adrian crossed his legs.

"That's true. Also, it's been weeks since Y/N sent letters, Malfoy, do you think she's alright?" Vincent asked.

I groan I remember she went to that Weasley house "Shes on her vacation on the blood traitor house." I poke my tongue on my inner cheek.

"Tch, Weasley family? Merlin's beard, why would she go there? Do you think she's able to eat something there?" Pike snorted.

"She also did mention in the letters she sent that she went to that other Gryffindor girl," Terence mentioned.

"Gryffindor girl?" Cassius raises his eyebrows as he placed his cup down.

"Must be the Granger." Theodore shrugs his shoulder.

"She went to mudblood house?! This is outrageous! Why would she go there?!" I stood up from my seat.

"She went for a week vacation there, that's all she said. But she did mention that she will tell us all once we meet in Hogwarts." Blaise also shrugs his shoulder.

"Also, they're friends after all," Terence said.

"You sure are soft towards Y/N; you even let her friends with that Gryffindor mudblood," Marcus said as we all glared at Terence.

"It's her own choice, let her be. If we argue this with her being with friends with them, she will get angry at us. Would you like to get ignored by her all week?" He sighed and rested his chin to his hand.

"I have experienced that." Marcus groaned.

"Yeah me too." Adrian bit his lower lip and closed his eyes.

"It was horrible." Cassius covered his eyes with his hands.

"She wouldn't even take a glance on your way." Terence sighed deeply.

Oh, Salazar, I don't want that to happen to me. Being ignored by her will be worst.

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꧁☬⋆ᵞᴼᵁᴿ ᴾᴼᵛ⋆☬꧂

"So, which team is who again?" I asked once again as I held the broom tight.

The Weasley children and I are currently at the field, in some Quidditch clothes. But only Charlie, Bill, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and.

Not Percy, since he said that he's busy. Also, he said that he's not into sports. The two eldest tried to convince him, but he still declined.

"Well, we are seven. We need one more person." Bill sighed.

"Oh, then I'll be the referee-"

"No, I'll do it." Bill patted my head, I turned towards him and shook my head, "but I want to see you play."

"Y/N, I don't play Quidditch either. So I'll be the referee also I want to watch you play." He smiled at me and pinched my cheek.

I huffed and turned around ". . . you better watch, I'm good at Quidditch." I bit my lip.

"Of course, I bet you're good at everything." I heard him chuckled, which made me blush.

"Alright, George, Ron and Y/N will be in a team while Fred, Ginny and I will be a team," Charlie said as he told us our position.

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"I'm tired." I jumped to the couch. Charlie joined and sat down. He placed my head to his lap.

"How was the game, princess?" He asked as he played with my hair.

"It was great! I didn't know it will be tough to play two positions." I groan.

He laughed and flicked my forehead, "you didn't tell me that you got in the Slytherin team." He frowned.

I sighed "Sorry, I meant to tell you, but you see. I got busy." I said.

"I understand that."

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"Third time this week!" he roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!"

I tried, yet again, to explain. "She's bored," I said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night--"

"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy moustache.

Yes.

"I know what'll happen if that owl's let out." He exchanged dark looks with his aunt Petunia.

I tried to argue back, but my words were drowned by a long, loud belch from Dudley.

"I want more bacon."

"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance... I don't like the sound of that school food..."

"Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings," said Uncle Vernon cheerfully. "Dudley gets enough, don't you, son?" Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to me.

"Pass the frying pan."

"You've forgotten the magic word," I said.

The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; aunt Petunia gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; uncle Vernon jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples.

What's wrong with these people? But then it strikes me. . . oh, uh.

"I meant 'please'!" I said quickly. "I didn't mean--"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU," thundered Uncle Vernon, spraying spit over the table, "ABOUT SAYING THE 'M' WORD IN OUR HOUSE?"

"But I--"

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY!" Roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist.

I didn't!

"I just-"

"I WARNED YOU! I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF!"

I stared from my purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet.

"All right," I said, "all right..." I mentally rolled my eyes.

Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and eyeing me firmly out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes.

I had arrived home for the summer holidays, and Uncle Vernon had been dealing with me like a bomb that might blow up at any moment because I'm wasn't a normal boy. I was as not normal as it is possible to be.

I am was a wizard, a wizard fresh from my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have me back for the holidays, it was nothing to how I felt.

I missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. I missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, my classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master).

How the mail arriving by an owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in my four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the wizarding world.

But mostly I miss Y/N, the girl who saved me and told me who I am along with Hagrid. The girl who treated me like an average person.

The girl who was with me in every bad situation, even we have different Hogwarts houses and personality.

I know many boys like her too, I understand why. She's kind, cunning, smart, daring and stunning. There's no way; someone can not fall in love with her or at least like her.

I wonder how she is doing now; I haven't been receiving emails from her. But she did tell me that she went to visit Hermione and is stay at the Weasley house.

Also all my spellbooks, wand, robes, cauldron, and top of the line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant when coming home.

What was it to them if I go back to school without any of my homework done? The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles, and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of most profound shame.

Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the wizarding world. One of the reasons I can't send Y/N letters.

At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day." I looked up, hardly daring to believe it.

"This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.

I went back to my toast. Of course, I thought bitterly, and Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some wealthy builder and his wife were coming to dinner, and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a large order from him.

"I think we should run through the plan one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be?"

"In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."

"Good, good. And Dudley?"

"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr and Mrs Mason?"

"They'll love him!" wailed Aunt Petunia rapturously.

"Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon, then he rounded on me. "And you?"

"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretend that I don't exist," I said tonelessly.

"Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen."

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"Er-hello," I said nervously.

"Harry Potter!" said the creature in a high pitched voice, I was sure would carry down the stairs. "So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir... Such honour it is..."

"Th-thank you," I said, edging along the wall and sinking into my desk chair, next to Hedwig, who was asleep in her large cage.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf," said the creature.

"Oh?" I said. "Er-I don't want to be rude or anything, but-this isn't a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom."

"Oh, oh, yes, sir! Dobby understands! It's just that; Dobby has come to tell you- it is difficult, sir- Dobby wonders where to begin?"

"Why don't you sit down?" I said.

"S-sit down? S-sit- sit down? Oh, oh, ho. Oh, ho, ho... Oh, ho, ho. Ohh, ho, hoo..."

"Dobby, ssh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you, or anything."

"Offend Dobby? Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard, like an equal." Dobby said.

"You can't have met many decent wizards then," I said.

"No, I haven't. That was an awful thing to say. Bad Dobby!"

"Stop, Dobby!"

"Bad Dobby!"

"Dobby, shh!"

"Baaad Dobby!"

"Dobby, please stop!"

"Bad Dobby. Bad Dobby!"

"Stop! Stop, Dobby. Please be quiet! Are you all right?"

"Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir."

"Your family?" I asked.

"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here...ooh... But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry Potter and Y/N Dumbledore- to warn them. Harry Potter and Y/N Dumbledore must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year! There is a plot, a plot to make the most terrible things happen."

"What terrible things? Who's plotting them? Also, Y/N lives in Hogwarts, so there's no way she can't go back there."

"ah yes, but she's with the Weasely at the moment... And...Ooo... er... can't... say... argh..."

"Ok- I- understand. You can't- say."

I am so confused at the moment.

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I woke up early in the morning; I couldn't sleep. I went to sleep at around four in the morning; I don't understand why.

I looked at the bed next to mine; Ginny is still asleep. I went downstairs to check if anyone is still sleeping.

"Seems like everyone is still asleep, as I expected," I mumbled I went to the kitchen made some hot chocolate.

But then I heard some footsteps coming down the stairs. "Sshh, you'll wake them up, we have to hurry up before they wake up." I heard Ron whispered.

"Who's going to drive?"

"I'll do it."

"No, I'll do it."

I saw them walking towards the door, "Where do you think you're going. . . boys." I sip my cup as the three of them slowly turned around.

I crossed my legs as I stare at them, "So? Cat got your tongue boys?" I raised my eyebrows.

"Y/N, go back to sleep," George said, I narrow my eyes at them. "Where you are going," I said one more time.

"Going to rescue Harry from his family," Fred said. "It's so supposed to be a secret, Fred!" Ron glared at him.

"So. . . you're going. . . without me?"

"Why? Do you want to come with us?"

"Of course."

"Why didn't you say so, let's go!" Ron grabbed my hand as the four of us left the house and got in the car.