"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝.
𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫..."
The Lestrange line has been a loyal ally of the Dark Lord for years, enthusiastically being one of the caus...
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CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT MOTHER AND DAUGHTER
AFTER AN HOUR of pacing around the school, she finally collapsed to the ground, tossing her bag. Her back slid slowly on the wall until Artemis sat on the cold floor. She hugged her legs, hiding her head with her hands, her chest rising and falling frantically. Her exhausted breaths filled the small office at the end of the deserted corridor.
She had never felt so angry and embarrassed in her life. The very memory of Umbridge made Artemis want to tear her head off, but the girl knew better than that.
She gripped her bruised fists, which still bore the marks of old wounds, and exhaled loudly, trying to quell her anger. Her eyes tightly clutched, not revealing their colour, until she opened them, showing her dark brown orbs.
Just as Artemis thought she would get the silence she wanted, the office door swung open. She squinted her eyes slightly to recognize the figure in front of her. Alas, however, the person did not give her an opportunity and in a second, settled down next to Artemis.
Gentle and small hand, very familiar to Artemis intertwined with hers. A soft snort came out as a head leaned on Artemis's shoulder. "What happened in McGonagall's office?" Hermione's soft voice said.
"Umbridge, " exhaled Artemis.
Hermione let out a giggle. "I figured it would have something to do with her. McGonagall's voice could be heard in the corridor. After all, would you tell me what happened? "
Artemis exhaled once again and turned to Hermione, who smiled softly, reaching for Artemis's other hand. Artemis smiled sadly and lightly squeezed Hermione's hand.
"Everything was going well, Professor McGonagall explained everything to me until Umbridge intervened and said that I did not have the necessary opportunities to be an Auror or Quidditch player." Artemis took a deep breath before saying the following words. Hermione watched her patiently, listening to her every word, assimilating them until her eyes never separated those of the girl in front of her.
"She also said ..." Artemis hesitated for a moment, " she said that I have no future and that I should be in Azkaban, like my mother."
Hermione looked away, her face slowly changing its expression to anger. She sighed and forced a reassuring smile, trying to allay her girlfriend's fears.
Her hands slowly found the place on Artemis's face, pulling it closer to Hermione's. She tilted her head to capture Artemis's cold lips, enveloping them in a tender kiss. Hermione opened her eyes slightly, looking at Artemis's calm face, admiring her. She pulled away from the kiss, resting her forehead on the Lestrange's.
"Don't think about it, I beg you," whispered Hermione. "Don't make this woman's opinion fail you, because I know you can achieve anything you set out to do. You're nothing like your mother, and you'll never rot in Azkaban, not until I'm alive."
