𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑨𝑻𝑬 ─ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝒙 𝒐𝒄

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 (𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝑿𝑰)

Ok , who missed a huge chapter?!

This took me a while. I wanted it to be well built. Hope you like it.

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As reason clouds my eyes with splendour fading

Illusions of the sunlight

The reflection of a lie will keep me waiting

With love gone, for so long

And this day's ending

Is the proof of time killing all the faith I know

Knowing that faith is all I hold

And I've lost who I am, and I can't understand

Why my heart is so broken, rejecting your love

Without love gone wrong, lifeless words carry on

But I know, all I know, is that the end's beginning

𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 ─ The Age of Information

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𝟐𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝟏𝟗𝟔𝟗

Bellatrix's wedding was set for late summer, in August, when the sun still warmed the ground and nighttime storms filled the sky. It was an affair worthy of wizarding aristocracy, and I spent much time pondering what to wear.

My father was concerned, fearing I'd be entering a "snake pit," as he described it. While I understood he meant the pure-blood elite, a part of me wanted to confront him, reminding him that I too am a serpent.

James and Mum sat in shocked silence as they listened to us argue. I knew Dad wasn't referring about me be a Slytherin, but something inside me twisted in defiance.

"Maybe, just like you wanted a Gryffindor, I too wished for Slytherin parents who understood me!" I shouted, stomping my foot and storming away from the table without permission.

Late into the night, alone in my room, I cried with guilt, feeling foolish. The next morning, I set aside the paper for him and argued with the elves to help prepare breakfast as an apology.

My father's saddened look immediately brought tears to my eyes when he came down the stairs.

"Forgive me?" I quickly said before shame stole my voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout."

His eyes met mine. Dad smiled slowly and opened his arms. Without hesitation, I ran to hug him.

"I'm sorry, Dad, what I said isn't true. You're the best parents in the world," I repeated with a broken voice, the urge to cry choking my throat.

"It's okay, darling. It's okay," he assured, stroking my hair. "Tessa, I want you to never forget that I don't care that you're not a Gryffindor. You're my daughter, and your mother and I love you, no matter what."