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You were at Flourish and Blotts in Diagon Alley, browsing through the new books that had come in during your time at Hogwarts. What surprised you was that there were no muggle novels anymore, whereas the years before, there had been quite the collection.

“Miss Blotts?” you asked the old woman behind the counter.

“Yes deary?” she smiled.

“Are there no muggle novels anymore?”

The smile ran from her face. She looked around, and quickly ushered you into the back room.

“Now don’t you talk about no muggle novels in my shop” she whispered, uneasy look on her face. “I had to take them off my shelves some months ago.”

You frowned.

“But don’t worry, I didn’t throw them out” she hushed. “Those poor books, I couldn’t bring myself to burning them.” She turned to an old, dusty mirror behind her that hung on the wall. Taking it off, she revealed a dusty hole, in which around fifty books were hidden. “Here, you can take a look” she said, and you stepped forward.

“Any recommendations?” you asked in a hushed tone as well, as you turned to look at her again.

She thought for a moment, and then took one out of the back of the pile.

“Pride and Prejudice” you read out loud.

She nodded. “People tend to see it as rather sentimental, but I can assure you; it is not. Quite the contrary, actually, Jane Austen was rather Augustan herself.”

You nodded. “Sounds good. How much?”

She shook her head. “You can have it. I need to get them out of my shop as quickly as possible, I don’t want to get into trouble with any Death Eater.”

“I didn’t realise it had gotten this bad?” you asked.

“I’m not surprised” she said sadly. “Hogwarts is out of the Death Eaters’ reach, but here… Just make sure you get home safely.”

“Miss Blotts, I live just at the end of the street” you said incredulously.

“No deary; you live at the end of Diagon Alley. Folks here aren’t as kind as they used to be.”

You frowned. “But, it’s going to get better, right?”

She sighed as she looked at her books. “I hope so, miss (l/n), I truly do…”

After that, you transfigured your book like the Daily Prophet, and walked back home. Now that you paid attention to it, you saw that she was right. The first indication was that, despite the warm weather, there were no children standing at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour.

(AN: that was a ridiculously unreal sentence to write when there’s snow outside.)

Seeing that mister Fortescue stood there with a frown on his face, you walked over to him.

“Hello sir” you greeted warmly.

A smile spread on his face. “What can I get you?” he asked.

“Mint and chocolate please. And then one with melon and lemon, please.”

He chuckled. “You hungry there?”

“No” you laughed, “dad’s been working all day, and though he’d never admit it, he’s fond of ice cream.”

He chuckled again. “You take care of that old man of yours” he said as you gave him the money and he handed you the two treats.

“I will, thank you!”

You walked home in a hasty manner; your ice creams were melting fast.

“Hey dad” you said as you walked into the shop, and handed him the ice cream.

He sighed. “These aren’t healthy, you know.”

“Yeah, but they’re so good” you grinned, making him smile.

“Weren’t you out to get a new book?”

“Yeah, but it’s a muggle book, and madam Blotts advised me to transfigure it into this” you said as you held out the newspaper.

“(Y/n)! You know you aren’t allowed to use spells outside of school!”

“But daaaaad” you whined, “they aren’t even able to know it was me! They just know a transfiguration spell happened in the shop, but that’s all! James never gets into trouble either, they just assume it are his parents who do all the magic!”

“That’s no excuse” he said sternly.

“Yes dad” you muttered, shuffling your feet.

“Good. Now tell me, did you really? All by yourself? I knew you are good at Transfiguration, but this-“ he said as he picked up the newspaper, “this is marvellous! Oh look, moving pictures and everything!”

You grinned as you licked your ice cream. The proud look on his face truly made your day.

~ Time skip to the year 3000, not much has changed but they live under water, and you great great great granddaughter is pretty fine ~

“Hey dad?” you asked during breakfast a week later.

“Yes sweetie?”

“Can I have a broom?”

He choked on his coffee. You waited as he coughed, and a minute later he said; “What do you want a broom for??”

You shrugged. “I want to join the quidditch team this year; Wood just finished his last year, and James says I have a nice shot of becoming their beater.”

“A- beater? Isn’t that a dangerous position?”

“Of course not! In fact, it’s the safest! Unlike the other players, I have a bat to defend myself!”

He sighed. “You just have a tendency for getting into trouble, don’t you?”

You laughed. “Like you hadn’t figured that out before.”

He grumbled under his breath. “Don’t they have brooms at your school?”

“Yeah, but they are sooooo slooooooow” you moaned. “Dad, pleeeaaaaaaase? Pretty please? Pretty pretty please? Please with a cherry on top? Please with-”

“All right, fine, I’ll get you a broom!”

“YAY! Thanks dad! Come on, let’s go” you jumped up, and started dragging him by the arm.

“Wha- now??”

“Yes, now!” you grinned.

“You still have to finish your breakfast!”

“There’s time for breakfast later, right now, Broomstix awaits!”

“Wait, Broomstix? Why not Second Hand Brooms?”

“That question pretty much answers itself, dad” you deadpanned.

He sighed. “You do realise you’ll have to work more in the shop to pay me back, right?”

“Of course I do” you grinned.

You dragged him through the shop, through the Alley and to the shop. He couldn’t help but chuckle. As you walked inside, you smiled instantly. Brooms in different styles were everywhere, and your eyes sparkled with amazement.

“So,” your father started, “where do we start-“

“THAT ONE” you exclaimed with sparkles in your eyes as you hurried over to a broom on a stand next to the counter. “It’s so- wow- nice and shiny- so sleek- and that colour-, dad, have you ever seen such beautiful wood before?? Oh, please, can I have that one? Please, please, pretty please?”

The man behind the counter chuckled. “Your daughter has taste, mister Ollivander. That’s a Nimbus 1001, the 1000 came out seven years ago, and this one was launched just a couple of months back.”

Your father sighed. “I take it it’s expensive then?”

“Well, it surely isn’t cheap” the man laughed. “But perhaps we can arrange this; my twins are growing up and they’ll be needing their wands soon. You help me out with those, and I’ll tweak the price a bit.”

“And,” you added, “this can be my Christmas and birthday present this year!”

He looked at you, doubt written on his face, but you both knew you practically already owned the broom. “I swear to Merlin you’re more trouble than Gallagher ever was…” he sighed as he reached for his wallet.

“YAY! Thanks dad!” you said and ran up to hug him.

Not long after you were back home admiring your new broom. “Hey dad, mind if I go over to James’ place to test it? They’ve got this big field behind their house where we play Quidditch.”

“If it’s all right with them then I don’t mind. But don’t forget that tomorrow you start helping out in the shop again” he said.

“Great! Thanks dad!”

You quickly whipped out your wand, cast your Patronus and sent it off towards James to ask if you could come over.

“(Y/n) what did I tell you using magic outside of school??” your father barked making you cackle.

“Something about it being somewhat illegal?”

“No magic allowed! Even if it’s an absolutely stunning Patronus and you have no idea how proud that makes me and I’m still surprised you’re not a Ravenclaw- but that’s beside the point!”

“But daaaaaaad, a letter takes so long!!”

Whatever reply he wanted to make was cut off by a silver glowing stag appearing in the kitchen. “Of course you can come over, why aren’t you here yet? Padfoot is here as well!” it rang out, and disappeared seconds after.

“Well, that’s my cue!” you said, jumping up, grabbing your broom and running to the fireplace in your small living room.

“Dinner’s at six thirty!” your dad called out after you.

“See you then” you called back before disappearing into the fire place.

You stumbled into the living room of the Potters’, immediately greeted by James and Sirius.

“Hello boys” you grinned and hugged them both.

“I- is that-“ James stammered, looking at your broom.

“A- NIMBUS 2001??” Sirius finished. He started laughing, while James just stood there with an incredulous look on his face. “Bloody hell Prongs, that’s even faster than yours!”

“I have got to get me one” he muttered.

“Correction; you want us to get one for you” a voice piped up behind him. “Hello (y/n).”

“Hi Mrs. Potter” you waved with a smile.

“Mum, can I have one? Please?”

“No.”

“But-“

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, successfully cutting him off. “James Potter you did not just ‘but’ me.”

“No mum” he muttered. “Sorry mum.”

“That’s what I thought” she huffed. “(Y/n) sweetie are you stating for dinner this evening?”

“Thank you, but no. I promised my dad I’d be home at six thirty” you said, smile still on your face. The fact that Sirius was still trying to stifle his laughter didn’t help either.

“Very well, have fun!” she said and disappeared into the hallway.

The three of you didn’t waste any time on rushing outside. It was a beautiful day, perfect weather for flying, and James and Sirius’ brooms were already there. As they went to their brooms you already kicked off, and were shocked by how fast you went up.

“BLOODY HELL” you shouted as you were sent soaring. Within a matter of seconds you were forty feet high. “JAAAAMES! SIRIUUUUUUUS!!”

“Merlin’s beard (y/n) that was fast!” James said as he and Sirius flew up to meet you.

“No kidding!” you said with a bewildered grin on your face. “Okay, let’s see how she flies…”

You gently leaned forward and started moving slowly, but quickly accelerated to a higher speed. You had a full-blown grin on your face as you felt James trying to catch up with you. His Nimbus 1000 wasn’t bad, but you already had a head start, and once you had gained full speed he didn’t stand a chance.