In The Name Of Love || Hermione Granger

𝓐𝓬𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓮: 𝓟𝓻𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓐𝔃𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓪𝓷

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| MATILDA by Harry Styles |
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"Don't be so nervous, Amy," Aaron kindly said, gently placing a hand on his sister's leg to stop it from bouncing non-stop. "It's not like you're going to hell."

They were having breakfast before heading at the King's Cross station. It was just the two of them sat at the enormous wooden table in the living room. Their uncle was busy checking that everything was packed and ready for later. According to Amelia, he was a control freak. He went furious if something was out of its place.

"I know," she giggled lightly. She straightened her back on her seat, sipping her pumpkin juice before replying. "I just don't wanna mess things up."

Aaron offered her a reassuring smile. "You messing things up?" He questioned incredulous. "You're an amazing witch!"

"Thank you, Aaron," she timidly smiled, "but I'm serious. What if I'm not sorted into Slytherin?"

He delicately placed the forks on the edge of the plate, lifting his gaze to look at her. "As long as you're not a Gryffindor, I think you don't risk anything." He joked, but Amelia felt a lump in her throat at the thought of disappointing her uncle. "Even if Hufflepuf either isn't a good option." He reflected. "But the hat takes into account your will. Just tell him to put you in Slytherin."

She swallowed harshly, wearing her best smile, but even the fakest one. She was the best at hiding her emotions. As a member of the Black family, you didn't have many choices, you always had to smile even when you were falling apart on the inside. No excuses.

Her brother went on as she kept eating. "Besides, if you were sorted into Gryffindor, you should share your room with a mudblood." He said with disgust in his voice. "An insufferable filthy mudblood."

Amelia's eyes instantly widened in hate. The first rule of any pureblood family was not getting close to mudbloods, but the Black family had a motto about this. It was 'toujours pur', always pure. Hence, it was out of the question that she could be friends with this hypothetical girl. It was absolutely forbidden.

"Merlin, all but mudbloods." She sighed, annoyed.

"Yeah... an intolerable nuisance," Aaron agreed as he put into his mouth a bunch of weird sweets that Amelia had never seen.

They kept eating in silence until their uncle burst into the room with their luggage ready for Hogwarts. "Come on guys, hurry up, or you'll be late." He frantically said. Aaron immediately stood up, gathering his things. "The train won't wait for you, move!" He shouted when he saw Amelia still sat down, finishing to calmly drink her juice.

She jumped on her seat, scared by her uncle's tone, even though now she should have been used to it since in thirteen years of life she never had the pleasure of not being yelled by him.

It might seem crazy, but she had never been hugged before, not even by her brother. At the age of eleven, she was sent to the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic because her uncle had told her that it was too soon to go to Hogwarts, but she didn't get along with her roommates. And when she returned home for the summer, her brother was never there because he stayed at the Malfoy Manor with Draco. Plus, he wasn't fond of physical contact.

So, she grew up without knowing a single thing about love. She grew up believing she was incapable of loving.

"You better hurry up, Amelia, or I'll leave you here." Her uncle urged, pretending to look at his clock to see how much time Amelia needed to understand she had to get her ass up from the chair.