Journey of Vinny McMillan, twin sister of Ernie McMillan, a talented seer. This story starts in 4th year and goes to the end of 7th.
Multiple characters x OC/reader (Mostly Theo Nott though)
There is smut in this book (at least one chapter) but I po...
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Summer break had brought change above anything else. Change that I think I needed, deep down. I had experienced physical and mental change, and sometimes I hardly recognized myself. I guess I had grief to thank for that.
I had grown an inch or two and now rested at 5'7 as opposed to 5'5. My figure had begun to mature and I lost the babyfat that made me look childlike. My eyes had darkened into a darker brown color. They were more sunken in looking and my eye bags had grown more prominent despite how much rest I thought I was getting. Every night I was plagued by nightmares of the events that happened last year. It was always the same - I was forced to watch Cedric die over and over again at the cruel hands of Lord Voldemort. The odd thing was that I hadn't received any more visions of the future, just memories from the past that haunted me in a relentless and unforgiving cycle.
Grief had almost completely consumed me, but there was a light at the end of the tunnel that I was still holding out for. I needed someone to pull me out of the darkness I was living in. I wouldn't be able to do it myself, I was too weak.
My emotions had begun to wither my old self away. I was the shell of the person I used to be. I needed to get over it all. I needed to accept he was dead and that this was my new reality, but I couldn't. I couldn't force myself to do anything these days. All I could do was repeat the same pathetic routine over and over and over again. I was drowning and I couldn't be bothered to save myself. I just moped around in my room either staring at the ceiling or divulging myself in any book I could get my hands on. I rarely ever left my room.
My mother had grown very worried for me and encouraged me to go outdoors, so about halfway through break I began taking whatever novel I was currently reading outside with me by the lake near our home. It was the least I could do for her. I didn't want her to be worried for me, I hated the feeling of being the cause of someone else's grief, worry, or any other negative emotion. I'd only ever go out on overcast days though since they made me feel at least a bit happy. It felt wrong to be out in the sun when the sun only reminded me of him.
Despite craving human proximity, I pushed everyone in my life farther and farther away from me. I started the summer by replying to Astoria, Pansy, and Dahne's letters sporadically, but eventually, the task became too daunting and I gave up replying at all. The letters piled up on the floor next to my desk. I hadn't bothered to open them. I didn't want to feel guilty for not giving them a response, but I couldn't get myself to throw them away. It felt wrong.
Hermoine had attempted to invite me to spend the summer in London with her and her parents for a little while, but I never responded to the invite. I knew I'd have to eventually face all of them, but for now, it was easier to just ignore everything and wallow in self-pity for the time being. I needed to let this ride out for a little while longer, just a little before I would allow myself to get better. It felt wrong to be happy. I knew my way of thinking was wrong and all, but I just couldn't be bothered to do anything about it. My return to Hogwarts would be my cure, I knew it would be. I couldn't allow myself to function like this there. It would be my push to get better, I just needed to take the summer to crash before I could soar once more.
