The Traitor's Child

𝑆𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛

kindred's p.o.v.

i heard a low voice speak from behind me. it was very low i fact, almost like a growl.

harry's voice.

i stopped, "what?"

"look, i just-" he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around to face him.

he examined me for a moment before taking a breath, "never mind. forget it."

"spit it out, potter."

he whispered something i couldn't hear.

"what?"

"i said i'm... i said i'm sorry."

i was taken aback. that was the last thing i expected to say. he looked embarrassed to say the least.

he turned to walk away from me before i could reply.

"apology accepted, harry." i said, looking at his back.

he stopped and almost turned to look at me, but didn't. instead, he continued his walk down the hall in the opposite direction.

i completely forgot about my need to use the bathroom and just went back downstairs to join the others.

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narrator's p.o.v.

while kindred was upstairs "using the restroom", a particular set of twins were downstairs talking about her.

"freddie, i swear i'll be able to pull her first. she looks at me with more attraction than she does you." george told his brother.

"that's rubbish and you know it george! i'm the hotter twin anyways! i could have her blushing right now if i tried." fred testified.

"bullshi-"

"arguing over little ole me are we boys?" kindred interrupted, appearing in the doorway they were standing near.

"we- um- well, kindred, you see," fred stuttered, with a slight pink tint on his cheeks.

"well, weasley, seems i'm the one to have you blushing." said the girl, smirking mercilessly.

when fred tuned his head from her to look down at his shoes and george just picked at his shirt hem, she shot them a wink and walked back to the table.

as kindred found her place at the table, the twins moped their way over, looking slightly defeated.

"rejection's a new thing for you boys, eh?" sirius spoke, nudging them slightly with his elbows.

the already embarrassed boys' eyes widened and you could've easily mistook their faces for tomatoes.

"what's happened to you blokes' faces?" a voice spoke from the doorway.

as everyones heads turned, they saw the boy with the scar on his forehead staring back at them through his signature round-frames glasses.

mr. weasley cleared his throat, "harry, nice of you to join us, my boy. sit down. molly made your favorite."

everyone exchanged awkward glances as harry pulled out a chair and sat down next to kindred.

she looked up from her plate of food and locked eyes with harry. they stared into each other's eyes for a second before breaking eye contact and embarking in separate conversations.

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after everyone finished their food and the dishes were being cleaned by kreacher, kindred decided to go back up to her room.

before she could, however, she was pulled into a room that she didn't know existed.

ugh apparently i rly enjoy doing these short chapters😩

i also take forever to update it sorry

they'll get longer as the plot thickens i pinkie promise.

anyways, i hope u enjoyed and i'm sorry if there's any typos!

i love u, go drink some water, and have a wonderful morning/ day/ night <3

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