Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Little Barty hummed a song, looking quite pleased with himself, as he helped tidy up everything in the house.

"Claire, you should get some rest." The young man smiled, his eyes crinkling with happiness even though he was doing chores, and his tone was sweet. "I'll take care of the rest."

"Okay, Gavin, remember to get some rest too." I replied with a yawn, dragging my tired body back to my room, not wanting to deal with Barty, who was clearly overly excited, any longer.

—We are family.

The word "family" seemed to touch a nerve in Little Barty, filling him with a pleasant aura. The ever-present smile on the young man's face became more enthusiastic, and his voice seemed to soften.

It's like they really treat me like family.

The new gifts have been sorted out. I put the two-way mirror on my bedside table, face down, in case Willotte suddenly contacts me.

I placed that bouquet of flowers, which seemed to possess magic, in a simple vase. The petals trembled slightly, and the white gradually turned into a refreshing pink. The beautiful flowers touched my heart, and I carefully placed it on the table.

It was getting late. I shook my stiff body and felt much more awake after washing up. The emotions I had been deliberately ignoring before welled up in my heart.

Little Bati is so scary!

He would suddenly have an attack at the slightest provocation, laughing brightly like the sun, but it gave me goosebumps, and my instincts told me to immediately comfort him.

Is Little Barty unhappy with the friend zone I gave him?

I don't understand.

I genuinely meant well by saying those things to Barty Jr., but his reaction still surprised me. Was he hurt by being friend-zoned? Or did my words remind him of his unhappy family background and Barty Sr....?

However, in the end, things were not bad. Although Barty was still wobbly, at least he didn't make a move.

I pulled out my dear Xiaoming, and now it's time for the much-anticipated Q&A session.

What's the deal with my 'parents'?

That's just how it is.

"Don't interrupt, you know what I want to ask."

They can be said to exist, or they can be said not to.

"..." Is there any difference between this and not saying anything at all?

I rubbed my fingers together in frustration, unconsciously wiping the pages of the book frantically.

【Don't move! Don't move! Don't move!!!】

Xiao Ming suddenly flipped through my defenses, moving the entire book several steps away from me, the pages turning with a rustling sound.

It's so itchy! Don't you know you shouldn't scratch a book when it itches?!

"...Books can be ticklish?"

I touched my chin and fell into deep thought.

[This is outrageous! How could they do this to me!]

My classmate Xiaoming scolded me severely, and the whole book was shaking.

If it were in human form, it would definitely be standing there, hands on its hips, cursing at me.

"I'm sorry..." I apologized honestly.

My friend Xiaoming floated in mid-air in a fit of impotent rage for a few minutes before slowly drifting down and returning to my embrace, probably to show that he had forgiven me.

Heh, don't ask. You'll find out when the time comes. Asking now isn't a good idea.

Xiao Ming told me after he calmed down.

"Fine, if you don't want to ask, then don't. It's really uncomfortable to keep me hanging on with this secret." I sighed, looking weary.

"And what is that bouquet of flowers?"

Xiao Ming paused for a few seconds.

You can keep those flowers; they were given to you by a shameless person.

...Xiao Ming, your tone is a bit dangerous.

This is the first time I've seen it say something so targeted.

"why?"

It's nothing important. If you need anything else in the future, just keep it.

Xiao Ming didn't respond directly, but a strange intuition told me that it seemed even angrier.

"Never mind," I said helplessly. Being brushed off by ridiculeers is probably my fate. My tone shifted from dejected to excited. "It's my birthday today, do you have anything to give me?"

I looked at Xiaoming expectantly.

【some. 】

The neat and beautiful Chinese characters appeared on the page, followed by another sentence.

I will give you countless beautiful dreams from now on.

"Sweet dream?"

What does this beautiful dream refer to?

"Let me get a good night's sleep?" I said jokingly.

Yes, that way you'll be able to sleep well from now on.

It really is true.

"...It seems pretty good?"

I do have a bit of insomnia. Even if I'm dizzy from reading during the day, I'm wide awake at night and can't fall asleep at all. I can only watch the other badgers drift off to sleep.

However, this symptom is not serious, occurring about twice a week. I usually consider it a result of my unbridled energy as a college student that I can't release.

Getting a good night's sleep would be nice.

"So what are you going to do?" I asked.

When you want a good night's sleep, put me next to your pillow.

Hmm? I did keep it by my pillow, didn't I?

"Okay, I got it." I nodded, still smiling happily. No matter what, I'd received a nice gift. "Thanks, Xiaoming!"

As for whether there's a problem... even if there were, how could someone as incompetent as me possibly see it? If he wanted to do something to me, Xiaoming, who's with me every day, would have a million ways to keep it from me noticing.

Just as I was getting ready for bed, the mirror that was upside down on the headboard started making a sound, and an invisible magical fluctuation came through. It was a call from Willotte... oh no, Willotte activated the two-way mirror.

I jumped off the bed, ran my fingers through my hair, and straightened my collar before picking up the two-way mirror, which reflected ripples.

Although I don't care much about this in real life, I start to pay attention to my image when we're meeting in person remotely, which gives me the feeling of meeting up with an online friend.

"Claire?" A blonde girl with purple eyes appeared in the mirror. Although it was late, she was still dressed neatly, with no flaws in her outfit. She was the epitome of an elegant and proper young lady.

Thankfully, I managed to tidy it up quickly.

"Velocienne, I'm here."

I smiled easily. Please forgive me for not being able to laugh when facing the person in the two-way mirror. The distortion brought by the mirror made me feel like I was back in a video call.

"How was your vacation, Claire?" Willotte asked.

“Okay.” I happily shared with Willotte some fun things that happened during the holiday, some news from the Muggle world, the gifts from my parents, and my excitement.

Willotte did not return to the Gaunt family, but chose to stay at school.

The atmosphere was just right. She looked at me quietly with a smile on her lips, and after I stopped, she shared some interesting stories from school with me.

The kitchen elves seem to have a new menu, Slytherin's Quidditch captain is working on new tactics, Snape has decisively extended Willow's confinement until next year, and Hagrid seems to be hiding a dragon egg...

"?"

Willotte, what did you just say?

I froze.

“I knew Claire would like this,” Willotte smiled sweetly. “You’ve been reading Fantastic Beasts books over and over again.”

“Claire…” Willotte’s voice was alluring, “would you like to see the dragon egg?”

miss you.

Of course I do.

I'm a pure Hufflepuff, so what's so strange about liking magical creatures? It's in my nature.

The worst part is that this is Hagrid's dragon egg!

I feel like I'm turning into a screaming mollusk.

Why didn't Willotte tell me how she found out? Why did she tell me and say it like that...?

I almost couldn't resist the temptation and said I wanted to watch it.

"This isn't right!" I exclaimed in alarm, looking tense and frightened. "This is a dragon egg! Mr. Hagrid actually has one?"

"It's okay, don't be nervous," Willotte said very considerately. "I can handle everything as long as Claire wants it."

"You can consider it as another gift, since a two-way mirror might not be enough."

"You can see the dragon egg if you want, Claire."

"As for Hagrid... he'll agree."