In the beginning of the end, she will be born upon the darkest night onto those who seek the light. She will be born of undreamt power and will lead her allies to a grand victory. Many shall try to deceive her but all will fail. So it is written it...
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I was currently in the potions room making a batch of my calming drought since I was almost out. After a few moments of concentrated silence I let out a soft sigh as I twist one of my rings around my left ring finger.
"That's the ninth time you've sighed in the last five minutes...what is it?" Snape asked, I looked up at him debating on wether or not I should ask the question on my mind.
"Why are you horrible to my friends?" I asked, the words flowing out of my mouth before I could stop them and he look taken aback.
"I'm not horrible to the-"
"Neville's boggart was you and every time I tell the twins I'm coming down here they ask me to text them every 15 minutes to make sure you haven't poisoned me." I said in a quick and simple explanation earning a surprised look in response.
"Do they all think so...low of me?"
"First year Harry and Ron believed that you were out to get Harry even though all the oblivious signs pointed to Quirrell and last year I heard a rumor that you were the heir of Slytherin because of how mean you are. But you're kind to me...why?" I asked looking at him briefly before focusing on the potion so I didn't over brew it.
"I suppose there is no good reason." He said after a moment.
"I have a theory." I muttered.
"And your theories are usually correct." He sighed an I looked at him with a small smile.
"Would you like to hear my theory?" I asked.
"I don't have a choice...do I?" He questioned an I looked at him confused and horrified by what he seemed to be implying.
"I didn't- I wasn't going to use my powers on you, I would never-"
"Calm down Dear, I was not referring to your powers. I know you'd never use them in me, it was a rhetorical question, please continue with your theory." He said softly so I took a deep breath calming myself down before I nodded
"Right, okay so my theory is...we remind you of our parents, all of us. Even me. I'm sure you might have been friends with my mother as some point an as far as I know my friend's parents attended Hogwarts at around the same time that you did. Apart from maybe the Weasleys but I believe Ron mentioned something about having to uncles that graduated a few years before he was born but they had unfortunately died. So my standing theory is we all reminded you of other people. And because of that you are treating us how they treated you...am I right?" I asked, he just looked at me with wide eyes as if I'd told him completely new information. An maybe I did, maybe he hadn't even realized it until now.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
"And I hate that you are." He muttered with a deep sigh.
"Wait...what about Hermione? She's a muggle born. You've never met any of her relatives so why are you mean to her? Who's she remind you of?" I asked and he thought for a moment as a pained expression flashed across his face. But before he could speak my cauldron started to boil over an I cheered slightly.
