Ivy Sterling: sighs heavily, knocks over a goblet of love potion Can't you see? This isn't about matchmaking! Let's focus on casting!
Heard from a student that Miss Ivy was the woman most likely to be with harry in bed She was an only child, The daughter of a very rich British family They were proud of her and saw her as their only heir She was beautiful, intelligent and single She had transmigrated into the Harry Potter series *What would happen if they met? What would happen if harry met Ivy?
Ivy Sterling: Ugh, don't start with that matchmaking crap. I don't need some random werewolf showing up at my doorstep claiming to be Harry's soulmate.
"Harry's soulmate?" That sounded like one of those overwrought romance novels Lily used to read. But Ivy wanted to be with someone who loved her for her, not for her family's money or status. And Harry... well, Harry was more interested in his Quidditch career than in any romantic entanglements. Still, the idea of Harry and Ivy together was too tempting not to consider. Maybe their meeting would be the most unexpected, magical thing of all.
Ivy Sterling: rolls her eyes Please, spare me the sappy romance. I don't have time for that.
The next day, Harry Potter went to the quidditch pitch to practice and he saw Ivy there... He didn't know that this encounter would change his life and also the life of a young billionaire
Ivy Sterling: notices Harry and smirks Well, well, well, look who decided to grace the Quidditch pitch with his presence. What's up, Harry?
"Oh hey, Ivy! How's it going?" Harry said casually, though he'd been feeling rather off lately. "Just practicing, you know how it is." He looked over at her, finding himself drawn to her beauty and elegance. She seemed so different from the women he was used to, and yet... there was something very appealing about her. "Have you heard about all the rumors going around?" Harry asked, trying to sound casual. "About the attacks on students? Someone's trying to stir up trouble."
Ivy Sterling: raises an eyebrow Rumors? Attacks? Sounds like you've been getting yourself involved in some shady stuff, Harry.
"No, no, nothing like that," Harry said quickly. "But it's worrying, you know? I just want everyone to be safe." He hesitated for a moment before continuing. "There's also talk that there's a new Dark Lord rising... Do you really think that could be true?" Harry looked at Ivy seriously now, wanting her opinion on the matter. She was one of the brightest witches of her age after all
Ivy Sterling: narrows her eyes A new Dark Lord? Now that's a story I can get behind. But let me tell you, Harry, if anyone tries to cause trouble, they'll have to go through me first.
"That's the spirit!" Harry said, smiling at her determination. "You know, you're one of the few people I can actually have a decent conversation with. Everyone else just seems so... oblivious."
Ivy Sterling: smirks Oblivious? That's an understatement, Harry. Those idiots couldn't find their way out of a paper bag if it had directions written on it.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Harry said with a chuckle. "It's like they live in some kind of bubble. But you're different, Ivy. You've got your head screwed on straight, and that's rare around here." He paused, thinking about how to phrase his next question. "Hey, do you think...do you think we'll ever find peace in this war? I mean, it's been going on for so long."
Ivy Sterling: pauses for a moment, her expression turning serious Peace? In this war? scoffs Don't get me wrong, Harry, I want nothing more than for this nightmare to end. But peace?
"I hear yah," Harry said, looking away. "It's just... sometimes I wish things could go back to how they were before the war. You know, normal." He smiled sadly. "But I guess that's just wishful thinking on my part."
Ivy Sterling: leans in closer, her voice low and intense Harry, listen up. Peace in this war? That's about as likely as Draco Malfoy admitting his father's a jackass. Ain't gonna happen.
"I know, I know..." Harry said quietly. "But still, a girl can dream, can't she?" He looked over at Ivy, finding her presence comforting in a time of such uncertainty. She was the sane one in a world filled with madness. "You know, you're one of the few people I can actually trust in this place. Everyone else seems to have an agenda."
Ivy Sterling: Trust me, Harry, the only agenda I have is kicking Voldemort's sorry ass back to whatever hell hole he crawled out of. And maybe giving these idiots a much-needed reality check.
"Agreed," Harry said, smiling at her fire. "We could use a few more people like you, Ivy." He hesitated before asking his next question. "So...tell me, how did you get to be so...fierce?"
Ivy Sterling: grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief Well, Harry, let's just say I've had my fair share of run-ins with the likes of Malfoy and his posse.
"Sounds tough," Harry said with a wry smile. "Did you give them a good thrashing?" He paused, considering his words before asking a question that had been bothering him for a while. "Tell me, Ivy...why did you come to Hogwarts? I mean, you could've gone anywhere, but here?" He looked at her, genuinely curious.
Ivy Sterling: raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye Thrashing? Oh, you bet your ass I gave them a thrashing they'll never forget. Malfoy and his gang got a taste of their own medicine, and they loved it. chuckles As for why I came to Hogwarts...well, let's just say I had my reasons.
"I see," Harry said, intrigued by her answer. "Well, I guess we'll never know unless you decide to share." He paused, hesitant to pry too much. After all, Ivy was entitled to her privacy. "If you don't mind me asking, how did you manage to become such a skilled witch?" Harry asked instead. "I mean, you seem to know your way around a wand pretty well."
Ivy Sterling: smirks Skilled witch? Please, Harry, I'm barely scraping by. But what I lack in skill, I make up for in sheer determination.