His weakness

Chapter 4: The Boy Who Lived⚡️

Y/n was settled into her room, her roommate was a girl named Pansy Parkinson. She was a brown haired girl with brown eyes. She had kept asking questions about Draco, and she supposed Pansy had a thing for him. She didn't know how, Draco was unbearable. Once y/n stopped answering her questions, she stopped asking. Y/n woke up around 1am, and she glanced over to Pansy, she was sound asleep, snoring even.

Y/n creeped out of bed, tugging a silky green and black cover up on. She whipped up a luminous spell, making a small light around herself. She left the dormitory and common room, exploring the castle.

She traced the stone walls with her fingernails, the light around her glowing faintly. She could barely see without the spell.

Y/n tripped over a stairwell, glancing down where a path led upward. she continued climbing the steps, looking at the paintings on the wall.

She gasped when the staircase moved. Literally changed directions and shifted to a different position. She stumbled backward and onto a chest.

She turned instantly, her blood running cold when she saw who it was. Her sworn enemy. The boy she thought about every day, without ever really seeing him. Her eyes narrowed on his lighting bolt scar on his head, his messy brown hair directly around it, he wasn't wearing his robes, just a black knitted shirt and jeans. The glasses around his brown eyes, his nose that fit perfectly on his face , and his lips that upturned a certain way. Stop it. Why was she analyzing him? Judging him. Or was it more than judging? Absolutely not. She glared further

"You." She said quietly, her words cold. She pulled away from his chest, her eyes narrowing as she waited his response.

"Riddle." Was all he said, crossing his arms. He studied me, his eyes unkind.

"You killed my father." Y/n said accusingly, glancing over his body. She clutched her wand harder, all she wanted to do was say 'Avada Kadavra'.

Harry's eyes never left y/n's. "I'd say we're more than even. Your father killed both my parents, and started a war on this school." He took a step, his hands crossed behind his back, his eye twitched with distaste.

Her lips curled with disgust. He repulsed her. 'The chosen one', 'The boy who lived'. He should've never been picked. All she saw on the news is articles about him. "Harry potter unmasked Profesor Quarrel", "Harry potter won the goblet of fire." Everything was about him. Why was he the one that had all the flame and glory? Why was he the one that everyone loved? Why did he have everything? When she had nothing.

She glowered at him. "I doubt that." Y/n took a step forward, taking out her wand, and Harry did just as fast, they both pointed it at each others throats. Y/n gave him a cruel smile. And Harry didn't return the gesture.

"Dumbledore should've never gave you a chance." Harry glared, his wand pressing on her neck. "You're just the same as Voldemort."

Electricity coursed through her veins and lit her wand. He was so, so wrong. Everyone compared y/n to him. She wasn't. She hated Voldemort. For giving her this life..this wasn't even living. She was judged for walking through the market. She caused kids to scream when they saw her dark mark she had at birth. She was feared by everyone in this school. Witches and wizards whispered behind her back. She was trapped. And no one would understand that. Ever.

"I am not like my father." She spoke each word slowly, pressing the front of her want tighter against his throat, seeing him swallow was satisfying.

"Yeah? That's why a wand is at my throat?" He asked, his dark eyes piercing her.

Y/n sighed in annoyance and took her wand away from his neck begrudgingly. "I should kill you."

His eyes narrowed. "You can't kill someone in this castle by the spell you have in mind." He stepped forward. "You should thank me." He tilted his head. "Getting raised by him would destroy you."

Her eyes flared. "Not like you would understand, but my childhood was hard enough. I grew up getting bossed around, doing chores for the malfoys every day until now." Her voice cut the air, her stance tall and tense.

Something like understanding flicked his eyes before they turned cold. "Better than Voldemort." He turned on his feet, leaving her there.

Y/n called out, her eyes narrowed in determination. "This isn't over. I will kill you, Harry Potter." She promised.

She didn't get a response and headed back to her dormitory, she moved her hair behind her ears and kicked her desk. "Bloody hell." She muttered.