Dear Diary (Harry Potter x reader)

Year 4: Prologue

The Summer hadn't been off to a great start, Y/n's parents had finalized their divorce, and, with much yelling (and Y/n and Elowen begging him to stay), their father had left in the middle of the night, to top it all off, her mother had stopped allowing her friends to come over for anything other than a birthday party ('What would the press think?!) meaning she had no one to turn to in her time of stress, not that it would matter, Maia was visiting family in America, Fawn and Sable both went with Sable's family to Australia, Hermione and Ron likely wouldn't be much help (Hermione may have been but Y/n was too concerned she'd look too logically at things and Ron and her rarely got on anyways), Angel didn't really want to go to her house in the first place (he'd much rather Y/n go to his where their freedom wouldn't depend on whether or not a parent was home), and Y/n very much doubted the Dursleys would be okay with Y/n going up to their house and requesting to hang out with Harry.

To make matters worse, with her father being a famous Quidditch Player, and her mother a Ministry Official, at almost all hours of the day there were Wizarding Journalists and Photographers outside the now Thorn Manor, desperate to get an interview or a picture of one of the two Borealis sister's still living in the home- likely to show them or the family in some kind of unflattering light, as such, the two ended up rarely leaving the house- not that they could anyway, the divorce had turned their mother into some kind of prison warden, never letting the two do anything that could 'further damage their family image'.

This of course only drove the sisters closer together.

"What did you think?" Y/n asked, sitting at the family piano, looking down at her younger sister, having just finished performing the song she'd been composing for her music class for her... and also the wealthy guests their mother had brought over (she wouldn't've been allowed to use the piano, or practice any form of music that day had she not of agreed to perform for them too, and she needed to do her homework so she'd, very reluctantly, agreed). She'd been doing this a lot lately, she found it distracted her mind from the turmoil that stirred within her, she'd been writing music and then sharing it with her sister for feedback, under the guise of the music she was writing being solely for homework, and Elowen, who hadn't seen or heard anything being created in this house since Orchid and Elmira died (bar her own writings) was more than happy to listen.

"Dark." Elowen responded, nodding slowly with her eyes wide as she placed the lyrics Y/n had written for the song to the side (there was no way Y/n would be performing those in front of people).

"It is not!" Y/n defended her work, ignoring the people who'd come up to compliment her, she didn't care about their opinions.

"It is too, have you read the lyrics?"

"Obviously, I wrote them."

"And are you aware that multiple times in this song, you talk about ripping your teeth out?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Do you not see how that's a bit dark?"

"It sounds better with the rest of the music." Y/n reasoned.

"You going to perform it with the music... ever?" Elowen asked.

"Godric no."

"Then why does it matter if it sounds better with the music? No one's going to hear it with the music. Historians are going to dig your music up and think you were just like- insane."

"Well, the insane part was guaranteed considering we're witches, but uh- you'll hear it, Maia will hear it, Fawn and Sable will hear it, Angel will hear it and I'll consider showing it to Harry, Ron and Hermione." Y/n spoke, ignoring her mother as she gestured for the girl to keep playing.

"Not to mention your music class." Elowen pointed out, handing Y/n a change of sheet music.

"Yes, them too." Y/n hummed, fixing the sheet music and placing her hands on the keys "But that's only if our teacher remembers to make us play, and even then, we run out of time most of the time... and when we don't, the only person who listens is the teacher."

Y/n scanned the sheet music, sighing in irritation as she began to play for the too drunk adults, hands dancing over the keys, Elowen reaching up to fix the sleeves of Y/ns dress every so often, technically she didn't need to do that, the sleeves were sat just fine, but Y/n was intentionally making them fall every so often so her younger sister would have an excuse to stay at the piano with her, rather than being forced to talk to the drunken socialites.

Their mother of course, wasn't happy with that, shooting the girls glares every so often between conversations with drunken ministry officials and hissing nasty comments to the sisters every time she passed. It probably didn't help that their mother had a problem with the girls' outfits in the first place.

According to their mother: Elowen's dress looked too plain, but Y/ns was just asking for attention, Elowen's was dull, Y/ns looked too 'muggle', so on, so forth. Y/n had originally had on a black dress but was forced to change because it was 'too gothic' (she'd also been yelled at for half an hour for refusing), Elowen had the sense to pretend she was spending a long time picking the perfect dress (when in reality, both sisters just picked the first nice-enough dress they could find) and only came down when it was 5 minutes before whatever this event was.

"Adjust your gloves, the burn marks showing." Elowen had whispered to her elder sister half-way through the song, reaching over to do it for her, however in that brief act of helping, Elowen's hand had brushed against the fresh burn scar, causing Y/n to flinch away, the music coming to an abrupt stop as an ink pot Elowen was using to discreetly do her homework under the piano was knocked over, falling and spilling over the white carpet beneath them.

"Shit." Y/n murmured, shoulders tensing up as she'd seen the nasty look in her mother's eyes, of course the stain could easily be cleaned with magic, but she doubted her mother would see it that way, the woman hadn't exactly been reasonable the past few weeks.

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When the event had ended and the drunken adults had all stumbled out of the manor, Y/n and Elowen were left alone with their still furious mother, they saw Crescent giving them a sympathetic look, as their mother stalked towards the sisters.

"Which one of you two did it?" The woman hissed, gesturing to the ink stain Crescent was about to clean.

"I-" Elowen had begun but Y/n cut her off.

"It was my fault." Y/n said quickly "I uh- I'd forgotten to put the lid on the ink earlier and put it on the piano, it wouldn't have spilt had I of remembered."

"But-"

"And then I uh- I was trying to show off to Elowen, and must've played a uh- note too harshly and made the piano shake which- spilt it?" Y/n lied, she knew it wasn't a good lie but, her mother didn't know the first thing about pianos, so it didn't matter.

For a second, their mother looked eerily calm, arms placed behind her back.

"Well then, Y/n come with me." She said, her voice levelled as she harshly gripped Y/n's burnt arm, leading her to the other room.

As Y/n's mother scolded her, lecturing her for an act that technically she hadn't done, Elowen sat with Crescent who'd already removed the ink stain from the carpet, knees up to her chest as in the other room their mother readied her wand.

Whilst one of the sisters in that moment had it worse than the other, as Y/ns shrieks filled the room, they were both thinking the exact same thing.

'I wish dad were here.'

A/n: enjoy this while i figure out if i want Y/n to be a champion or not (check my announcements for more info to the lil dilemma i have)