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Stories with you and your favourite Harry Potter characters cause we all know we have one or more Harry Potter characters we're hopelessly in love with. I wrote the first few ones when I was bored AKA when I was...
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Trigger warning: Mentions of physical abuse
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Looking at all her essays, Y/n L/n's heart dropped. All her essays for the months were ruined. She had written them all through the pain of a broken wrist. All the words were now jumbled up and Y/n felt her rage rising, knowing exactly who had done this. It was the Marauders. Of course, it was. They hated her, not because she had done something but because she was a Slytherin.
Why didn't they get it? Just because she was in Slytherin didn't mean that she was evil. Sighing frustratedly, she walked out of the library, positively seething, with her now messed up essays in her left hand (her right wrist was broken).
Spotting the Marauders laughing a few meters in front of her, she said," Why would you do that!? I know it was you!"
James Potter stepped forward and said," Maybe it was us, maybe it wasn't. You've gotta admit that it was amusing."
"It wasn't amusing. Not a bit. No wonder Evans hates you. You're so immature. You all are!"
Saying that she walked to her dorm, quickly.
"Hey, Y/n!" her best friend, Katherine Underwood greeted, her smile turning into a grimace after seeing Y/n's rage-filled expression.
"What'd they do now?" she asked Y/n, knowing exceptionally well that if someone put Y/n in such a mood, it would be either the Marauders or Y/n's parents. Since her parents weren't in Hogwarts, she knew it would have to be the Marauders.
"All my essays for the month! Completely messed up! You know I wrote them with my broken wrist, Kath! I have to completely redo them now!"
"Y/n...You should go to Madam Pomfrey about that wrist."
"You know I can't, Kath. She's already suspicious. If she gets to know, I don't even want to know what my parents will do to me then."
Y/n's parents were not the usual parents. Hell, Y/n wouldn't even count them as her parents. Each time she went back home from Hogwarts, they hit her, used curses on her, basically abused her. They made her feel physically, mentally, and emotionally weak just so they could pass their time.
Being one of the sacred 28 families, no one would expect them to be like what they actually were. To everyone, they would look like the normal pureblood family, rich, proper, pure. Only Y/n saw them as what they actually were, monsters.
The next day, she found herself in the library again. She had just read her parents' latest letter and sighing, she took her parchment and a new quill and began working.
