my solitude (fem reader)(a hogwarts story)

5

In the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, the teachers' lounge was a place of refuge and respite for the diligent educators who toiled to impart wisdom and magic to the next generation of witches and wizards. On that particular day, the room was adorned with plush armchairs and a crackling fireplace, where the faculty gathered during their free periods to enjoy a moment of solace.

The conversation among the professors often revolved around the students and the events of the day. It was a space where they could share observations and concerns, but also exchange stories and laughter. Today, however, there was a certain topic that occupied their discussion.

Professor McGonagall, the stern yet fair Deputy Headmistress and head of Gryffindor House, had been the first to notice Serena's absence. She had a keen eye for detail, a testament to her years of experience at the school.

"Has anyone seen Serena Granger today?" Professor McGonagall inquired, her expression one of genuine concern.

The other professors exchanged puzzled glances. It was a name that sounded vaguely familiar, but it wasn't one they could easily place.

"Serena Granger?" Professor Flitwick asked, his brow furrowing in thought.

"I believe she's Hermione Granger's sister," Professor McGonagall added. "A Slytherin. I've seen her around the castle for years."

A wave of recognition swept through the room, but it was accompanied by a sense of perplexity. Serena Granger had been a peripheral figure in the grand scheme of Hogwarts, known only as Hermione's sister. Her existence had been intertwined with her sister's brilliance, and she had been mostly invisible to the rest of the staff.

"I do remember now," Professor Sprout chimed in. "But I can't say I know much about her."

The conversation continued, with professors sharing their vague recollections of the quiet, unassuming Slytherin girl who had slipped through the cracks of their collective memory. They spoke of her as if she were an enigma, a faceless figure who had never fully entered their sphere of recognition.

Professor McGonagall couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for the young student. She knew the weight of Hermione's reputation and understood the challenge Serena faced as her sister. But she was also aware that everyone deserved to be seen, regardless of their background or the shadows they dwelled in.

With a determined look, Professor McGonagall made a decision. "I'll make inquiries and see if anyone knows where Serena is. It's possible she's had a difficult day."

The other professors nodded in agreement, recognizing the importance of ensuring the well-being of every student at Hogwarts. Serena Granger may have existed in the periphery of their awareness, but it was time to acknowledge her presence and extend a hand of support.

The faculty of Hogwarts was renowned for its wealth of knowledge and its commitment to the education of young witches and wizards. However, when it came to the question of Serena Granger, the response was a collective uncertainty. As Professor McGonagall made her inquiries, it became increasingly clear that Serena remained an elusive figure in the minds of the staff.

She first approached Professor Sprout, the kind-hearted Head of Hufflepuff House, who was known for her nurturing nature. "Have you seen Serena Granger, Professor Sprout?"

The older witch furrowed her brow, her eyes searching her memory. "Serena Granger, you say? I'm afraid the name doesn't ring a bell. Are they a new student?"

"No, she's been at Hogwarts for years," Professor McGonagall replied. "She's Hermione Granger's sister."

Understanding dawned on Professor Sprout's face. "Ah, Hermione Granger, of course. But I must confess, I can't recall seeing her sister. Perhaps she keeps to herself."

The Deputy Headmistress continued her search, finding Professor Flitwick next, the cheerful and diminutive Charms professor. "Professor Flitwick, have you seen Serena Granger today?"

Professor Flitwick's face scrunched up as he contemplated the name. "Serena Granger, you say? I believe I've heard the name before, but I can't put a face to it. Are they a student here?"

"Yes, a Slytherin," Professor McGonagall clarified. "Hermione Granger's sister."

Professor Flitwick's eyes widened with recognition. "Ah, Hermione Granger! But I can't say I've ever had the pleasure of meeting her sister. Perhaps she's been busy."

With each conversation, Professor McGonagall's determination to locate Serena Granger only grew stronger. It was disconcerting that a student who had attended Hogwarts for years remained an enigma to the very staff members entrusted with her well-being.

She found Professor Sinistra, the Astronomy professor, stargazing from her office window. "Professor Sinistra, have you seen Serena Granger today?"

The professor turned away from the night sky to regard Professor McGonagall with a puzzled expression. "Serena Granger? I'm not certain I know the name. Is she a new student?"

"No, she's Hermione Granger's sister," Professor McGonagall replied. "She's been at Hogwarts for quite some time."

Professor Sinistra's brow furrowed as she contemplated the information. "Hermione Granger, you say? Well, I've certainly heard of her, but I don't think I've ever seen her sister."

The pattern continued as Professor McGonagall approached each member of the staff. It seemed that Serena Granger was an elusive presence, known only as an extension of her more famous sister. She was like a forgotten character in a story that revolved around the heroes, seldom given her moment in the spotlight.

By the time she had spoken to every professor, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but feel a profound sense of sadness. Serena's invisibility at Hogwarts had been further emphasized by the very people who were meant to guide and nurture her. It was as though she had been erased from the collective memory of the school, a specter that passed through the lives of others without leaving a trace.

With a heavy heart, Professor McGonagall returned to the teachers' lounge to relay her findings to her colleagues. Their expressions mirrored her own, a blend of concern and regret. It was clear that Serena Granger had slipped through the cracks of their awareness, a student who had been living in the shadow of her sister, Hermione, for far too long.

"I couldn't find anyone who knows Serena," Professor McGonagall admitted, her voice tinged with frustration.

The professors exchanged glances, the gravity of the situation settling upon them. "It's disheartening that we've overlooked a student for so long," Professor Sprout said with a sigh.

Professor Flitwick chimed in, "We must make an effort to learn more about her and ensure that she feels welcome and seen."

As the staff contemplated how to rectify the oversight, they recognized the importance of acknowledging Serena's presence and offering her the support she deserved. After all, even in the world of magic, every student, regardless of their background or their history, deserved to be recognized and valued for who they were.

The quest to know Serena Granger had just begun, and it was a reminder that no one should ever remain an invisible figure in the grand tapestry of Hogwarts. The professors vowed to rectify their oversight and ensure that Serena was seen, heard, and appreciated as a member of the Hogwarts community, regardless of the shadow in which she had existed.