𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗹𝗲.
( the state of being barred from one's native country, typically for political or punitive reasons. )
❛ - 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 Harry returns to Hogwarts for his second year and befriends Jenny Martin, a Slytherin exchange student fr...
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WITHIN THE DIMLY LIT CONFINES OF THE SLYTHERIN DORMITORY, tensions simmered beneath the surface like a cauldron on the verge of boiling over. Jenny Martin, a French-Russian exchange student sorted into Slytherin House, found herself at the center of a storm of hostility, with Pansy Parkinson and her clique of followers unleashing their venomous tongues upon her.
One evening, as the echoes of laughter and whispers filled the air, Jenny stood alone in the corner of the room, her shoulders tense with the weight of Pansy's relentless taunts. The words cut deep, slicing through her defenses like a blade, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.
"You think you're better than us, Martin?" Pansy's voice dripped with malice, her eyes flashing with contempt. "You may have fooled some of the boys with your charms, but we know the truth - you're nothing but a disgrace to Slytherin."
Jenny's fists clenched at her sides, her jaw set in defiance as she fought to maintain her composure. She refused to give Pansy the satisfaction of seeing her falter, of witnessing the cracks in her facade.
But just as Jenny felt herself teetering on the edge of despair, a voice rang out from the doorway, cutting through the darkness like a beacon of light.
"Pansy, that's enough."
Harry Potter stood in the doorway, his emerald eyes blazing with righteous anger as he faced down Pansy and her cohorts. He had witnessed the pain of prejudice firsthand, and he refused to stand idly by while others suffered.
"You have no right to speak to her like that," Harry continued, his voice firm with conviction. "Jenny is a member of Slytherin House, and she deserves your respect."
Pansy scoffed, her lip curling in disdain. "And who are you to tell us what to do, Potter?" she retorted, her voice dripping with scorn.
But Harry stood his ground, his gaze unwavering. "I may not be able to control your actions, Pansy, but I can certainly stand up to them," he replied, his voice steady.
With that, Harry stepped forward, his presence a shield against the darkness that threatened to consume them. Jenny felt a surge of gratitude swell within her chest, a glimmer of hope flickering in the depths of her despair.
Together, Harry and Jenny faced the challenges that lay ahead, united in their strength and their resilience. And as they stood side by side against the shadows that loomed on the horizon, they knew that no matter what trials they may face, they would emerge stronger together than they could ever be apart.
