Harry Potter and Number 12, Privet Drive

[Harry Potter Fanfiction | Eastern Witch × Harry Potter]

When Yang Anle was five, she moved with her grandmother to 12 Privet Drive and became Harry Potter's neighbor.

When she knocked on the door of 4 Privet Drive with a plate of osmanthus cakes, the boy in round glasses became her first friend in a foreign land.

“Harry, look, this kite can fly.”

“Anle, this spell can make your peach pastries float.”

They shared Eastern treats and Western magic, unaware that the wheels of fate had already begun to turn.

On her eleventh birthday, an owl delivered two letters from Hogwarts.

The Sorting Hat fretted over her head: “Should I send you to Gryffindor to keep Potter company, or to Slytherin to carry on your mother's glory?”

When Eastern talismans meet wand magic, and the scent of osmanthus cakes fills the corridors of Hogwarts, this black-haired, dark-eyed girl becomes the most extraordinary presence in the Wizarding World.

She tears open a crack in Slytherin's pure-blood barriers, summons an Eastern water dragon during a crisis in the Chamber of Secrets, and uncovers the secrets her parents left behind amid Tom Riddle's schemes.

“Harry, we promised we'd fight the darkness together.”

“Anle, no matter which house you're in, you'll always be my one and only light.”

From the afternoon sunshine on Privet Drive to the starry skies above Hogwarts, this magical bond that crosses house lines will ultimately rewrite the fate of the entire wizarding world.

“Hello, I'm Yang Anle. I'm from the East.”

“Hello, I'm Harry Potter. It's nice to meet you.”

(A super-sweet story of mutual devotion, adventure, and leveling up, blending Eastern secret arts with Western magic. See how an Eastern witch makes her mark at Hogwarts...