You sat in your defense against the dark arts class bored out of your mind, listening to Ms. Umbridge go on and on about OWLS mentally rolling your eyes at every word that came out of her mouth. She would always pick on you every day for no reason claiming you did something you didn't do just so she could give you a detention. You had scars on your arms and the back of your hand from written words that were caused by her stupid quill.
Hermione, your brother Harry, Ron, and your boyfriend George urged you to tell Dumbledore but you refused since nothing would change. The pain never numbed, even after multiple times that stupid quill of hers still hurt. You didn't like showing it because you didn't want to be seen as weak, i mean your parents are James and Lilly Potter killed by Lord Voldermort, you and Harry were the "chosen ones". You didn't want to disappoint your brother or parents with a little sting of pain.
You handled it all the same, quite well actually. You'd smile going into detention, smile coming out of detention, never shed a tear, no one suspected anything. You had told them that after awhile she had stopped using the quill because it was making Umbridge quite mad that it wasn't bothering you anymore. They all believed you and went along with their day not knowing how many scars of sentences that were written upon your arms and hands. No one knew how much you were hurting and you liked it that way, you would rather them be oblivious about it than yell and laugh at you for being weak.
Everday was the same routine, you didn't know how many more detentions it would be before you were expelled though and that mad you nervous. You worried about it everynight not getting enough sleep, you cried about it because Hogwarts was the one place you called home, your real home. You liked it here, you liked your friends here, you enjoyed being on the quidditch team, teasing Professor Flitwick for his height. It would be terrible if you were expelled from this place.
Your perfect cover came crashing down when you Harry told you about Siriu's death, your only connection to family that cared about you other than your brother was now gone. If anything his death is what made it all slip up one night while hanging out with Harry, Mione, Ginny, and Ron.
-flashback-
All 5 of you were sitting in the common room area it was quiet and peaceful just the sound of the fire cracking and popping. You had Georges sweater on and you were cuddled up next to Harry who was playing with Ginnys hair. Hermione was giggling with Ron because he was tickling her and telling his dad jokes, George had to do something for a class so he couldn't come which made you a 5th wheeler, all of them smooching on eachother made you extremely uneasey since all you could do was listen to the smacking of the lips every now and then.
You would zone out sometimes and go off into your own little mind palace hoping none of them would notice because they all knew you were upset whenever you zoned out. You had snapped back out of it when you noticed it was dead silent and as you looked around the room Fred was standing at the stairs holding your diary. Your eyes widened and you begged him to put it down and don't read it because it was obviously very personal but he refused and opened it up.
"dear diary,
today hasn't been a good day got another detention for no reason. I would rather serve one with Hagrid than serve one with umbridge but whatever.
everyone laughed not realizing you sat there frozen in fear noticing that was the page that would expose you.
everyone believes she stopped using her quills on me, they think that i'm numb to the pain when really i have more and more stinging scars that appear on my arm and hands everyday. I can't tell them though because than i'd be letting my parents, brother, boyfriend, and friends down and they'd call me weak..
Fred stopped right there looking up at yoy in disbelief just like everyone else, you felt sick to your stomach and stood up quickly "i uh.. uhm.." you looked around at everyone and attempted to run off but Harry caught you by the wrist. As you turned around to look at him you saw nothing but the look of pure empathy and sadness as he pulled you into a tight hug making you burst into tears. You almost fell but he caught you just in time and moved his hand behind him like he was signaling someone, you didn't care though you felt upset and guilty.
Before long you heard someone run in and grab you out of Harrys arms and hug you tighter. "shhh princess.. i'm here, everythings okay, you're alright, i promise.." your boyfriend whispered calmly into your ear as sobs filled the room and his shirt became soaked with tears. He had told the others to go up to their dorms and give you two some alone time and they obeyed leaving the room still and only filled with you and George. After a little bit your crying had become quieter and you started to calm down, that is when George used his pointer finger to lift your head up to look at him.
You sniffled and avoided eye contact with him afraid he was going to yell at you for lying to him, but he actually did the opposite of that. "darling.. i'm not mad at you but why did you lie.. you could've told us." he said softly but you shook your head "no george i couldn't.. if i had i would've just seemed weak. I'm a potter i'm not supposed to feel pain or show that i'm weak." you cried and wiped your tears on the sleeves. George hugged you once more "just because you're a Potter doesn't mean anything. You're allowed to show pain, fear, anger, sadness.. no ones going to be mad at you. Harry will still love you." he said pushing hair behind your ear.
You bit your lip and looked at him "but what about my parents. They died for me and Harry George i don't want to disappoint them.." you couldn't help but sob some more creating louder echoes. Georges heart shattered listening to you cry and think you were disappointing people even when you weren't. He shushed you softly rubbing your back whispering sweet nothings in your ear when he remebered your arm, he peeled you off of him and took ahold of your wrist. You were a little hesitant at first but you let him roll up your sleeve, he gasped in disbelief at the horrible sight "darling.." he said before tracing his thumbs in circles around the worded scars.
He kissed up and down your arm softly making a smile appear on your face, "don't you ever let that two faced bitch touch you again. Please tell dumbledore." he pleaded and you finally agreed this time. He smiled brightly and kissed you making your heart race 1000mph, "i love you princess." he whispered before diving in for another kiss.
"i love you too Georgie.."
