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The return to Hogwarts was supposed to be a respite, a return to normalcy after the dark night spent at Malfoy Manor. But Blair Potter had never known anything resembling normalcy. Her life had always been an unsteady balance of expectations, her every move scrutinised by those who saw only her surname and the legacy that came with it. Harry Potter's sister. The Boy Who Lived's older sibling. No one saw Blair for who she truly was—a girl with her own ambitions, her own power, and a growing darkness that even she had begun to embrace.

She had barely stepped foot in the Slytherin common room when she was summoned to the headmaster's office. The corridors of Hogwarts felt colder than usual, the portraits along the walls whispering in huddled groups as she passed. Blair paid them no mind, her thoughts already consumed by the events of the previous night. The rituals, the power, the Dark Lord's praise—all of it had made her feel alive in a way that Hogwarts never could. And now, here she was, being dragged back into the pettiness of schoolyard disputes.

The stone gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office leapt aside as she approached, revealing the spiral staircase that led to the headmaster's sanctum. She ascended without hesitation, her jaw set in defiance. Whatever Dumbledore wanted, she was ready to face it.

As she entered the office, she was met with the familiar sight of Albus Dumbledore seated behind his grand desk, the room filled with the usual assortment of strange and ancient artefacts. Fawkes, the phoenix, watched her from his perch, his eyes gleaming with an intelligence that always unnerved her.

Dumbledore looked up from a parchment he was reading, his eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles. But there was a heaviness to his gaze that told Blair this was not a casual meeting.

"Miss Potter," Dumbledore began, his voice soft but firm. "It has come to my attention that you were recently involved in a duel with your brother."

Blair crossed her arms, her expression one of indifference. "If that's what you want to call it."

Dumbledore sighed, the sound filled with a weariness that Blair found particularly irksome. "You must understand that duelling within the grounds of Hogwarts is strictly forbidden, especially between students. It disrupts the peace of the school and sets a poor example for others."

Blair's eyes narrowed. "And what about Harry? Is he getting this... lecture as well?"

Dumbledore's expression remained calm, though there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "Harry has informed me that you cast the first spell, therefore he is in no trouble of his own."

Blair felt a surge of anger rise within her, a hot, pulsing rage that she struggled to keep in check. "That's not true," she spat. "He was the one who cast the first spell on me. He's the one who's always causing trouble, but I'm the one who always gets punished for it!"

Dumbledore held up a hand, his gaze steady. "I understand your frustration, Blair, but I must make decisions based on the information I have. As headmaster, it is my duty to maintain order and fairness within this school. Therefore, I must inform you that you are suspended."

"Fairness?" Blair repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You don't even care what I have to say. You're just taking his word because he's Harry Potter. The Chosen One."

Dumbledore's gaze softened, but there was a firmness beneath it that Blair knew would not be swayed. "Your suspension will last for one week. I hope you will use this time to reflect on your actions and the choices you make."

Blair let out a derisive laugh. "Reflect? On what? On how this school has never treated me fairly? On how you let my brother get away with everything? On how you merely pity Harry, because he reminds you of yourself, despite me going through the exact same things he has? If not, more?"

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