Harry Potter Characters X Reader

39: Bella

TW: abusive parents Rating: Fred's intentions

This story is a self-insert as character Bella Doe. It's a little different and much longer than usual.

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"Watch your mouth, you filthy little daddy's boy. Are you really too dense to think of better?" I shouted the moment 'mudblood' left his mouth.

"You're just as bad as them!" Draco spat. "Blood traitor!"

"Oh no, I'm so hurt!" I cried and put my hand to my heart. "Maybe you should stay quiet, Draco. Your insecurity has gotten even more apparent this year. Just because Potter's talented and Granger's smart doesn't mean you have to make it clear you don't believe you're either," I lectured.

"Just wait until father hears about this," he threatened lowly.

Although the threat made me waver, I laughed it off. "Like precious father would be pleased to hear his perfect little son is so insecure he has to actively tell people he's rich and pure." He knew I had caught him. His hand moved to his wand. "Really?" I yawned.

I felt someone else draw their wand. Weasley, the youngest. I snatched my wand and disarmed him immediately. I took his wand in my hand and studied it. It was truly broken. His parents couldn't manage a new wand, even though he could get really hurt, even from simple class work?

"No," I lectured. "Never make things physical first, especially when it's a perfect little prat like him. House points and trouble, no doubt. Defending an older student wouldn't fly either. Besides..." I studied the crack for a moment. It was barely in one piece. "This is dangerous. Why the hell are professors even letting you...?" I trailed off with a sigh. "You have to be better than him. There's no point in a good kid acting like that little shithead, even if it's for a good reason." I handed him back the wand. "Don't use that thing either."

"Why defend him?" Fred muttered to George.

"Because an offensive spell is even more dangerous than a simple one. The chance of backfiring..."

"Wow, Weasley, a girl looked at you!" Draco exclaimed.

Before the Slytherins could laugh, my eyes met Draco's, and fear flashed across him. I... Do I look like father when I'm angry? I forced myself to inhale deeply for a small amount of composure. Draco didn't need to see what it looked like too, even if abuse wasn't what would follow.

"You better watch it, Draco," I warned, voice suddenly entirely serious. Even my voice... "Next time, there might not be someone who cares enough to protect a little prick like you."

His eyes widened slightly, as if he suddenly realized I disarmed Ron before knowing the wand was broken. He knew damn well enough I didn't give a shit about 'honor' in any sense he knew of. My words about defense of an older student told him I was well aware he intended to curse me. And that if anything would make me want him to hurt, it'd be calling someone a slur. In that moment, it was as if he finally realized what I'd been doing for years. I pray not, but... No, he wouldn't. He didn't, and he wouldn't.

"Piss off. I hope you're better at quidditch then dueling. Otherwise...well, it'd be a shame if Harry got the snitch without even a hint of competition."

I left them, apathetic of what happened next. If Draco really did finally pull together both of his brain cells to figure out why he was treated so much better than I ever was... If he managed that, at least my stupid little brother would be too preoccupied to participate.

I walked to Professor McGonagall's office, considering my argument and what would be done. If money were an issue, I'd pay. I had at least fifty galleons hidden in my stuff from years of stealing. Dobby told me he was going to disappear as frequently as possible, so I couldn't leave it at home under his guard. Now, that was a good thing.