𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 - 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗

2

The lights keep flashing and I wonder how much longer I gotta stay through this. While I keep getting the war flashbacks I look at myself in the mirror and wonder where it all went wrong. Was it when Ron made my life to hell or was it when harry accused me of being a deatheater slut? A little background explanation,  the day they found me- right after malfoy healed me in the bathroom, they also saw the dark mark. Afterwards everything went downhill, Ron wouldn't let me explain about how i got it or if I ever wanted to get it, harry didn't believe me that I was literally forced to get it to save the trios life. Well, they didn't believe and now I'm here where I am. In a deep hole, still thinking about if dying would be the best option in my case. Not even cutting myself helps anymore, it actually makes me feel worse than I'm already feeling. I keep asking myself the same question over and over again tho, why didn't they listen? I walk out of the bathroom and the first thing I see is just a pair of gray eyes staring at me. He's staring at me, from my hair down to my shoes, but I can't take it anymore and run away from him. As I pass the potion class that was actually skipping, i start to cry. I never wanted him to ever see me again like this. Especially not since what happened the last time. My thoughts go back to harry and Ron and while I'm staring at the portrait I can hear a noise coming from the common room. " semper paratus" ,always prepared ,is the password that I'm whispering to get in. Professor McGonagall choose an interesting password for our common room. The first thing I see as I walk in is an owl trying to get in through the window. I open it and the owl sits on   my shoulder and i take the letter out of it's hand. " for the mudblood " it says. I breathe in and open it.

hey mudblood,
stop wasting your thoughts on the weasel and pottah.
get your shit together.
D.M.

Interesting. The only word that comes to my mind is interesting. For a moment I forget why I was actually running away from him but then it hits me. Mudblood.

Is this some kind of sick joke?

My curiosity now replaced with frustration and hurt.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling within me. As I fold the letter and put it away, I think about his words again.
What is Draco really trying to say? Why mix reassurance with such a hurtful term? Without any more thinking I walk out of the common room and walk to the library with a knot of uncertainty in my stomach.

Now I was sitting in the library, really into this book about magical snakes. It had cool details about their behaviors and powers. The soft sounds of pages turning and whispers from other students made it a nice, cozy place.

About the library,
I find peace here. It's a haven of knowledge that has been my refuge for as long as I can remember. The soft murmur of turning pages and the faint scent of old books create an atmosphere that wraps around me like a comforting embrace. It's more than just a place to study. It's where I feel truly at home.
This love for the library is rooted in my past, a time when books became my passion . Growing up in the Muggle world, I faced the challenges of being a witch in a non-magical family. Books were my escape, transporting me to worlds where magic was real and anything was possible.
The library, with its endless shelves of books, offered me a sense of belonging and acceptance. Here, I wasn't judged for my magical abilities or my thirst for knowledge. The characters in the stories became my friends, guiding me through my ups and downs in the magical world that was both beautiful and scary.

As the years passed, I realised something. It's more like a place where the echoes of my past blended seamlessly with the promises of the future. The library is not just a collection of books; it's a part of who I am, a place that holds the echoes of my journey and the unwritten chapters yet to unfold.