STARLIT SUPERNOVA. h. potter

v. Dementors and Dreams

starlit supernova
❛ v. dementors and dreams ❜

━━━━━ IT WAS QUITE possible that Nova was having the worst week of her life. And it all started with that fucking letter and Headmaster Dumbledore.

               Nova always held some unspoken hatred towards it; an unspoken animosity that would only appear between life-long friends split apart by unfortunate circumstances — people who had once been friends, but turned adversaries. And she understood why, she knew exactly why. It consumed her thoughts too much to be healthy. It led her on a wild goose chase. Because of it, she ran into dead end after dead end.

               And the strain of her relationships — every important relationship in her life. Every sad look her parents gave her, every silent eye roll her friends shared as she started on again about the letter, every heavy sigh that was filled with annoyance. All of that led back to the yellowing paper given to Nova on her eleventh birthday.

               She knew they were sick of it, and so was she. But Nova couldn't just ... She had always wondered why her mother would give her up. To Nova, it sounded like her biological mother did, truly wanted her. They always said a mother's love was one of the strongest things in the world, so why would her mother just give her up?

               And that's not even the end of it; Sirius Black was showing his ugly face.

               Close to the beginning of the year, at the dinner after their first lesson with Hagrid, Nova's friends had told her about some stuff the Daily Prophet was reporting. Stuff about Sirius Black having escaped Azakabn, something that was supposed to be impossible to do. She chalked it up to just Daily Prophet bullshit — they weren't very reliable, you know.

               Let's just say that Nova had been wrong to chalk up the accusations of Sirius Black escaping. Very wrong.

               It was the night after the Halloween Feast. A measly two hours after the feast had ended, to be exact. The Hufflepuff common room was alight and warm with the buzz of students, but then their head of House — Professor Sprouts — barged in and told them to collect themselves and their wands, and then to follow their prefects to the Great Hall. The Head of House made sure to instill fear in them so no overly curious students would go wandering the halls, looking for anything to try and connect the pieces as to what was happening.

               Not that any students (see in: Nova Holloway) would have to go looking very far. When all the Hufflepuffs filed into the Great Hall with the Slytherins from the Hogwarts' dungeons, the Great Hall was already buzzing.

               News spread fast in Hogwarts — Sirius Black, the resident mass murderer, had escaped Azakban. And he had shown his very gaunt face inside the walls of Hogwarts, looking for Harry Potter.

               And Harry Potter wasn't the only person with eyes on him. People were watching Nova.

               Weirdly enough, this was bothering her more than she expected it to. Nova had never been exactly bothered by having attention on her — if she wanted it, that is. And she did not want a particular set of three eyes on her. They brought bad news wherever they went.

               It was Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley. She wasn't sure when it had first started, only having first noticed the night of Sirius Black's attack, after she had woken up from another nightmare (another sighting of the Grim, her mother's shadowy face whispering Caroline and something about trusting the only family you have. Fun stuff.) Then she spotted it everywhere the three Gryffindors were. It was driving her mad. It was like three drills being pushed into her back. Some particularly pointed quills impaled her with every blink they took.