Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

When someone is really unlucky, even drinking cold water can cause them to get stuck in their teeth.

Harry felt a wave of sadness wash over him, and he didn't even dare to look up.

He had never heard of this saying before, but he miraculously grasped its meaning and felt a wonderful resonance with it.

Ron, standing next to him, kept his eyes glued to the ground, wishing he were invisible.

The train floor trembled slightly as it moved, and the scenery outside the window flashed by quickly.

The two unlucky guys, Harry and Ron, started to think about what to do.

Today is the first day of school at Hogwarts. Although life at the Burrow was very enjoyable, Hogwarts is also good, with more friends. Either way, it's much better than being at the Dursleys' house. Harry is still happy and plans to happily enter the platform.

Then—it was stopped.

The passage mysteriously vanished, leaving the two unfortunate souls stranded outside, looking at each other helplessly and bewildered.

Harry already felt unlucky after the trouble he encountered in Diagon Alley, but he didn't expect things to get even worse when school started. Now, they're going to miss the start of the semester.

In a panic, Harry and Ron quickly decided, as if they had both lost their minds and reason, to get on the magical car and head straight to Hogwarts.

What were they thinking when they made this decision? Claire didn't say that. She just sat opposite them with a serious face, but not harshly. She even comforted them a few times.

Despite being the same age, Claire exudes a different kind of maturity.

Harry and Ron felt even more guilty.

Just a short while ago, as they were about to get into that car, Claire's owl, Hazel, quietly flew onto the car and watched the two audacious little wizards like a ghost.

"Is that Claire's owl?" Harry asked Ron, puzzled. "Why is it here?"

“I don’t know, but we’re running out of time, we have to hurry.” Ron was very anxious. “It might have been accidentally left here, we can take it with us.”

Hazel suddenly cried out and moved a little closer to Harry. Only then did they notice a rolled-up piece of paper tied to the owl's claw.

Harry hesitated before taking out the note and opening it, and Ron leaned over.

If you see this owl missing, or if it causes you any trouble, please contact its owner, Claire, at xxxx.

If a Hogwarts student discovers it, they can use it to notify the Hogwarts professors and Headmaster Dumbledore directly.

In case of emergency, you can borrow this owl to write a letter, and then explain the situation to its owner, Claire.

Minor wizards should approach the owl, named Hazel, in the presence of a guardian. Hazel is very good-natured, but do not try to provoke it.

Thank you for your cooperation!

Harry: "..."

Ron: "..."

What a clever owl rule!

They continued to gaze at each other in confusion.

"So...why can't we write to the professors and the headmaster to explain the situation?" Harry seemed a little dazed; the rule he'd just heard reminded him of something. "Why do we have to take a car?"

Ron was equally dazed, but also a little guilty. They were certainly anxious, but it was impossible for them to be completely without ulterior motives when they said they were going to Hogwarts in a magical car: "Yeah..."

Hazel barked impatiently, then gently raised his paw and tugged at Harry's sleeve. They were then led back to the platform by Hazel, only to be surprised to find that the passageway had somehow become passable again.

That's great, we don't even need to write letters anymore.

Completely bewildered, they boarded the train in a daze and, led by Hazel, found Claire's carriage.

It was quite far back there, where Claire and Hermione were. After completing her task, Hazel flew to Claire's outstretched arm, then landed beside her and began preening her feathers.

Claire looked at Harry and Ron with a smile and a hint of doubt, while Hermione frowned.

"What's wrong?" Claire asked.

Harry and Ron honestly told them the whole story. Hermione almost punched them in anger after hearing it. She couldn't understand how they came up with the idea of ​​driving a magical car directly to Hogwarts.

"What are you thinking?" Hermione couldn't understand.

“The disappearance of the passage could be due to a malfunction, but it could also be the work of that house-elf Dobby,” Claire suggested. “Because only you guys couldn’t get through, and he said he wanted to stop Harry from returning to Hogwarts. If it’s a malfunction, we can talk to the headmaster and ask them to remember to repair the passage. If it’s a house-elf… Harry needs to be more careful at school.”

Harry hadn't initially suspected that the house-elf was behind it, but after Claire's reminder, he immediately remembered the strange house-elf.

The possibility is raised, and criticism follows immediately.

“Harry, I remember reminding you.” Claire was somewhat disappointed, but more thoughtful. “When you encounter problems, always remember to seek help. Didn’t you think about what would happen if you had an accident while driving the magical car? Don’t gamble with your life.”

Hermione's anger was that of a friend, but Claire's disappointment was based on something different.

Harry didn't dare look up, because Claire had reminded him during the holidays to keep an eye on the Weasleys' car for repairs.

“And Ron,” Claire said, her gaze fixed on him with more criticism than when she was with Harry. “Do you remember that it’s illegal to use or modify Muggle items without permission? Your father was in charge of that. If that magical car had been discovered, your parents would have faced immediate scrutiny, fines, or even jail time. You chose the worst possible solution when there were other options available.”

Ron also lowered his head. He did feel a lingering fear, but since nothing had actually happened, he hadn't fully grasped the potential consequences.

As long as we don't get caught, that's fine.

Although he didn't say it aloud, Ron did have that thought for a moment.

“If I remember correctly, your sister Ginny started school this year, and she…” Claire didn’t stop, her expression unusually cold. Hermione looked at her with concern. “Your parents are worried about your lives. Even Fred and George know their limits, but don’t you think about them at all?”

"I would never..." Ron lowered his head, not very confident.

"..." Claire didn't say anything more.

She seemed to have realized something as well.

“I shouldn’t be so harsh on you, I just don’t understand why this happened,” she said. “But please promise me, when you encounter trouble, think things through a little more, okay? Think about it, there are other, better solutions.”

Will it happen again?

What does it mean?

Ron noticed the strange word.

"..."

“Claire…” Hermione looked at Claire with concern, “You haven’t been feeling well. You were dizzy when you got in the car.”

"...I'm fine, I can manage." Claire swayed slightly. "It's just motion sickness, I..."

Harry and Ron finally noticed that Claire's face was pale, and upon closer inspection, she was covered in cold sweat, as if she was enduring some kind of pain.

She opened her eyes weakly and slowly leaned back in her seat.

"I'm in a bit of pain..." She raised her hand to cover her temple, curling up uncomfortably.

"Claire?" Harry and Ron didn't care about anything else at this point. Harry wanted to leave to find a prefect or professor, while Hermione switched places with Claire and helped her.

Claire's eyes went unfocused. She suddenly stood up as if she had discovered something incredible, and then—she collapsed. In that instant, she seemed to have lost all life force, like a corpse, silent and still.

Ron instinctively reached out to support her, but a wave of panic washed over him as well. He felt Claire's body stiff and cold—as if she weren't alive, as if she were in a state of lifelessness.

But in the next instant, she recovered completely, and her warm body temperature returned to Claire.

She sat down on the floor with the help of Ron and Hermione.

Claire opened her eyes wearily, accompanied by immense pain.