Suffering

Parents House

Y/N had decided she would go home per her mothers demand. She tried to stay hopeful that it would go well but she was full of dread. It was palpable to anyone in her near vicinity.

Severus had given her a draught of peace potion to take before she arrived at the house. He wanted Y/N to have a relationship with her parents, but also knew it was taking it’s toll on her mental health. He stayed out of it for the most part. 

They agreed that she would come to him via floo when she was done there, whenever that may be. Saturday morning, Y/N boarded the Hogwarts Express to go home. She was finally about to finish the book she borrowed from Severus, "Crime and Punishment. ”

Y/N made it to Kings Cross, of course her parents were nowhere to be found. She hailed a taxi and took it to her parents house. She wanted this to be over with so she could get back to Severus and Alfie. 

The taxi arrived outside her parents house, she paid the man and grabbed her bag. Y/N got out of the taxi, taking out the potion from her pocket. She shot it down quickly, replacing it back in her pocket.

She took off her ring from Severus, just in case she was questioned about it and placed it in her jeans pocket. A lump in her throat had to be choked down and her stomach was crazy with anxiety.

She knocked on the door, waiting for her mother to come answer. This place didn’t feel like her home anymore, knocking seemed appropriate.

Through the glass on the door, she saw her mother approaching. She opened the door and greeted Y/N with a half hearted hug.

It was weak and felt like a hug from an acquaintance, not her mother. She followed her through the door and laid her bag by the door. 

“How was school, dear?” her mother asked as she made some tea in the kitchen.

“It was lovely for the most part. Theo Nott isn’t who you think he is. He grabbed me one day on the dungeon stairs.” She didn’t repeat the disgusting phrase he had uttered. She never spoke like that in front of her mother.

“Oh, well that is unfortunate. He comes from such a good family. Perhaps it was a misunderstanding,” her mother said calmly.

“It wasn’t a misunderstanding. He called me something I will not repeat,” Y/N said in an annoyed tone, but her mother couldn’t have cared less. 

“Your father and I don’t appreciate how you acted last time you came home. There is a level of respect that we expect you to maintain when in this house,” her mother spat. “Yes mother, I am doing my best,” Y/N replied, with tears welling up in her eyes.

“Why don’t you go lay down until dinner? You look, tired,” her mother said after a few moments.

Y/N just got up and took her bag to her bedroom, locking the door behind her. She dropped her bag and slipped off her boots. Y/N let herself fall onto her bed backwards.