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The first time I heard her name I was eleven. I had just gotten sorted into slytherin

Felt a great relief

"Hestia Davies"

Her name caught my attention and I watched a curly haired girl with a large smile on her face, I had never seen someone smile so genuinely as she sat on the stool

Then I started thinking "Davies" could be halfblood, she wasn't a pureblood.

"GRYFFINDOR"

Oh well.

I watched as my own brother give her a pat on the back, she had not stopped smiling once

I had three classes with her. That's how I overheard her talking about her parents

"My dads a lawyer and my mum is an university professor she teaches this subject called english literature" she told anyone and everyone who asked

She was another filthy mudblood but she also studied more than anyone my year, usually making her pass most of the purebloods our age

The boys in slytherin all tormented her including myself, but she was slow to anger, most of the times she would laugh it off or just simply go on with her day

I went to the library to do some research on greek gods and goddesses.

That's when I saw it. Hestia. Goddess of home and hearth, that goddess was always helped those who seeked comfort, and very hard to make her cross. And most importantly her fames give her a warm and kind personality.

Glowed with power.

I started to despise her around winter holiday, she was a meddlesome fool.

"Your brother Sirius is amazing" she once told me thinking we'd bond over that

"Mudbloods and blood traitors alike" I snapped, I remember watching her smile fade and feeling a sense of guilt

Of course she was friends with my brother. Of course.

Over break father beat him severely when he mentioned that he was going to report them for child abuse and that he already had a lawyer. Hestia's father.

I just couldn't watch her walk the halls smiling or I noticed when people spoke she paid close attention as to not miss a single detail

She had so much peace inside of her

That first year of knowing Hestia was hell

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