Uh, does a story this dark and disturbing in general need specific warnings for particularly bad chapters?
I don't know.
So to be on the safe side…
WARNING!
Off-screen sexual abuse and Paedophilia are present in this chapter.
Read at your own peril.
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Disclaimer: Did anyone in British Social Services ever wonder why a dozen or so eleven-year-olds suddenly fell off the grid every year?
If not, I don't own the Harry Potter franchise; it belongs to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Press, Warner Bros., and whomever else she sold the rights to.
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It was no surprise to anyone anymore that Jen was among the first students to leave the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom when the last bell of the day rang.
December had arrived, and by this point her ongoing feud with Potter Senior, cold as their conflict was, was already considered 'old news'.
Luna immediately attaching herself to Jen's left arm like a limpet was relatively new, though.
"Aren't you tired of that by now?" she sighed.
Oh, she understood the motivation for the blonde's recent behavior perfectly; after revealing the previous year that today was the anniversary of her attack in the cold, unforgiving streets of London, it was no surprise that they were treating her as if she were made from spun glass.
Padma and Morag had taken it upon themselves to run interference for her – actually making the situation more conspicuous in the process, though she could not find it in her heart to tell them to knock it off – while the youngest of their retinue had chosen to treat her like a giant stuffed animal missing its daily allotment of hugs.
Tracey, Susan, Justin, and Kenneth, not being Ravenclaws and therefore not having the ability to follow her like bodyguards all over the school, had nonetheless kept eyes on her while in the Great Hall for breakfast and lunch and whenever they happened to pass each other in the halls.
She would have to ask them not to do this again… but maybe tomorrow.
Right now she was actually rather appreciative of their efforts.
It was Morag's brogue that shook her from her reverie. "Just shove off, Potter."
Oh, bloody hell. Of course this would happen today.
Jen turned around and sighed at the sight.
The Scot was several paces behind, Padma approaching to provide backup, facing off against Potter with Weasley and Granger taking positions at his flanks.
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