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chapter forty-eight. (everything has changed )
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ASCELLA BLACK WAS A STORM DISGUISED as a teenage girl. She was wind and fire, the ability to blow someone off their feet merely at her fingertips. She carved destruction into the walls of where she stood, chaos and carnage a signature to her being. Ascella was hellfire, smoke and ashes trailing behind her, her presence tainted on earth forevermore.
From the age of eleven, tranquillity was a mere myth to her. Her adolescence was filled with comfort and warmth — the smell of saccharine sweets and baked goods in the morning, the laughter of her closest comrades, the scent of honey and lavender that clung to her mother's hair, and clouded her senses every time she buried her head in the locks of golden.
Her childhood wasn't bad, per se. With the lack of a paternal model, her mother took the role of being a mum and dad, to fix the gaping hole that had manufactured at the loss of her father. She made it so Ascella never felt washes of envy when she watched Arthur Weasley play Quidditch with his children, or show them new, Muggle artefacts he'd discovered, because she didn't need a dad. She had her mum, and that was more than enough for her.
With that, she had expected her years at Hogwarts to pass like a breeze. Her mother had always spoken of her days at Hogwarts — spent partying, pranking the fellow students and staff, and overall an enjoyable time in her life ( oddly enough, though, Seraphina never mentioned her seventh year, the only part she spoke of was Ascella ). Sure, Ascella knew she'd always have Ron by her side, and he was chaotic enough as it was, but stressful exams and severe Professors was about the only struggle she'd be endured with.
Then she met Harry. Some would say, in years to come, after it had all been laid to rest, that he'd been the reason for the dismal teenage years she'd — and many others — had undergone. Hushed whispers would be spewed that it was all his fault, how if he hadn't have left them alone, then perhaps they would've been granted with a relatively normal life, passing through their years at Hogwarts in peace and free from despair. Some would even go as far to say that they wouldn't be surprised if she regretted her friendship with the Potter heir.
