𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞: 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

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Reminder this is a Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy x reader slow burn sad story, so trust the process!!
Quick warning my story includes harsh topics,
suicide, sexual assault, harsh language,
and maybe smut—if those topics are a trigger to you I suggest you not read my book.
Anyway, if your still here hope you enjoy -Prim

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I woke up and stared at the ceiling with doubt,
another day another chance of my repetitive torture.

I had a wonderful life, best friends with Harry Potter and good friends with Ron Weasley & Hermione Granger. A fair Slytherin chaser, I had good grades, maintained a well reputation as a "good Slytherin". I did lose my first friend because it but it hadn't bother me it was ages ago. We were eleven when we had our short bond, but Draco was so stuck on this pureblood supremacy stuff it was unbearable.

Almost 4 years at Hogwarts full of love, friendship, and adventure.
Until the return of Lord Voldemort, Harry had saw him and said he murdered Cedric Diggory another Tri-Wizard tournament champion 6 year, Hufflepuff.

I tried to comfort him after Dumbledore broke him from Cedric's corpse,
I ran to hold him with tears in my eyes.
I knew he lost a lot & a lot of important people,
and this was hard for him.

Instead he did something that shocked all of Hogwarts,
the whole Wizarding world and myself,

"You knew" Harry screamed in anguish and frustration toward me.

"Knew what" I asked in confusion as the whole school stopped screaming to listen to Harry.

"YOU KNEW THAT CEDRIC WAS GONNA DIE, YOU BECAME MY FRIEND ONLY TO GET CLOSE TO ME, YOU—YOU Y/N RIDDLE, YOU'RE Y/N RIDDLE NOT Y/N TRANSVAAL. VOLDEMORT TOLD ME HIMSELF, HOW YOU PRETENDED TO BE MY FRIEND SO HE COULD GET TO ME" Harry shouted, I tried to comfort him and took his angry as confusion, as he got more and more angry.
I pleaded with him and his stupid accusations, I was not Lord Voldemort's daughter I surely would have known,

But I had no idea.

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Dumbledore sought best for me to return home after the accusations by my best friend, before summer break—when I arrived Mother had already done it—
She ended her own life, she hung herself right in front of our fireplace with it lit leaving me with an empty home, empty hearted, with no answers.

Pain was now a new comfort, this pain was the kind I really feel from back then to the present. I truly I had nothing. No friends, No parents, No comfort, and No one.

I just laid stuck, staring up at the ceiling wanting the sheets to suffocate me, until I could choke all my problems away, it all just to relieve me of all this pain and constant reminder.

I sit in my bed numb, forgetting about my current location.

"Hey she who must not be named, can you leave you've been here since last night when we got here" "we get it your an orphan or whatever, and you have no friends but no one cares blood traitor" Pansy Parkinson spat at me causing the rest of the Slytherin girls in the dorm to choke up in giggles.

I was sick of it, I was sick of everything, I couldn't go on but I had to.
I heard the door open before I spoke up for the first time in a while,

"If my father was Voldemort what would you do, huh" I threaten back,
"I would own you Pansy Parkinson, no one cares?—would anyone care if you didn't wake up next morning, worry about that sweet heart" I said in a calm but defensive demeanor and as I looked up I saw Draco Malfoy standing at the door frame, for fucks sake.