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Chapter 11

The Dormitory, Isolation and Anger

The days following your encounter with Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest were some of the hardest you had ever experienced. 

The revelation of your lineage, the possibility that your parents were not who they seemed to be, and the weight of the knowledge you now carried were all eating away at you.

You felt more isolated than ever. The whispers in your mind were relentless, and the faces of your friends and classmates only served to remind you of how different you were. Every time you saw Harry, Hermione, and Ron laughing together, a pang of loneliness and anger shot through you.

How could this be true? you thought repeatedly, the anger bubbling up inside you. How could the people I trusted, the people I believed to be my parents, lie to me like this?

You threw yourself into your studies, using the distraction to keep your mind occupied. But no matter how hard you tried, the thoughts always crept back in. The weight of your true parentage was like a dark cloud hanging over you, and it was suffocating.

A few days before your seventeenth birthday, you received an owl. The letter was from your parents, inviting you to come home on the train for your birthday party. The sight of their familiar handwriting only made your anger flare up more.

How can they act like everything is normal? you thought, crumpling the letter in your hand. How can they expect me to come home and celebrate when everything I know might be a lie?

You wanted to confront them, to demand the truth, but a part of you was also afraid. What if they confirmed what Voldemort had said? What if everything you feared was true?

Snape's Office

The evening before you were set to leave for home, you found yourself standing outside Snape's office. You knew he had summoned you for a reason, but the last thing you wanted was another confrontation. Reluctantly, you knocked and entered at his call.

Snape sat behind his desk, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of concern and frustration. "Sit down, Miss Y/L/N," he said, his voice even.

You sat, avoiding his gaze, your mind still a chaotic storm of anger and betrayal.

"I've noticed a change in you these past several weeks," Snape began, his tone carefully controlled. "You are no longer the same determined student who delighted in challenging me."

You kept your eyes on the floor, saying nothing.

Snape leaned forward slightly. "Have you given up?"

The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Finally, you nodded. "Yes."

Snape's eyes narrowed. "Why? Is it because of your upcoming visit home?"

A surge of anger welled up inside you, and you looked up, meeting his gaze with a fiery intensity. "I don't have parents."

Snape's expression softened, a flicker of understanding crossing his features. "What do you mean by that?"

You took a deep breath, the words spilling out in a rush. "I found out that the people I thought were my parents have been lying to me my entire life. They aren't my real parents. They took me in, hid the truth from me. My real father is... Voldemort. Or at least that is what he told me in the forest."

Snape's eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. "What do you mean, he told you?"

"I can hear the whispers," you said, your voice trembling. "He is on the grounds somewhere."