Wanna Be Saved

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Chapter Twenty
D.A. Dumbass Anonymous 

Bronwyn wondered why she even bothered to attend the DA sessions which her friends had set up. She found herself learning less than she learnt in the classes being run by Professor Umbridge. Less than she did in Charms where she still switched off the moment she entered the classroom, despite a new understanding of the subject. If she was being honest, Bronwyn felt like the DA was just another adventure for Harry to boast about himself. Most of the sessions were planned around something he had done, a spell he had performed and included people asking way too many questions about each event.And as an individual who had lived through most of the events, and been injured in a lot of them. None of it was really that special to Bronwyn, and she would much rather prefer people just stop asking those questions. 

But because Hermione had put so much effort into the club, Bronwyn still attended. After all, Hermione had done the work to charm the coins which informed them of meeting dates and times. Hermione had attempted to set the curriculum trying to use the official one they were supposed to learn during their fifth year. Or above. And even though this curriculum was mostly ignored, it was the effort which Hermione had put into the group which brought Bronwyn back to each meeting. 

Even if she hadn't forgiven Harry for the way he spoke to her, the way he spoke about her. That he had thought he had some sort of claim upon her because he was nice to her before the sorting. Because he still saw her as a charity case. That was the hardest thing about it all, no matter how many years of friendship they had, the shorter boy still saw her as a charity case, someone he could fix up, make better. He had caused her to spiral many many times, and she pondered why she even tried to still be his friend. In her personal opinion, in that moment in time he had very little redeeming qualities, there was literally no real reason they should remain friends yet alone close friends. But there was a reason she had to remain friendly to him, despite everything that was testing their incredibly weak friendship. 

Her Mother. 

Bronwyn could not return home and face the wrath of her mother if she was to dissolve the friendship between Harry and herself. If she was to return home, she was unsure what her mother would do to her. Molly Weasley had never been a physically violent woman, that was not something Bronwyn was scared of. She knew compared to a lot of pureblood children she was incredibly lucky. Neither of her parents had ever raised a hand to her, something some of the children in Slytherin could not report. But Molly Weasley had a really great way of breaking her children down, making them feel incredibly small and imperfect. Perhaps it was because she wanted the best for her children. Yet it never came across in that manner. 

Every time Bronwyn thought about the relationship between her brothers and her mother. She could see why Bill, Charlie and Percy had all left home and not looked back. Bill hid out in wherever his job took him the exotic and highly secret curse breaking job was the perfect excuse away from his family. Away from the heavy pressures of being the oldest son, the next in line to take over the Weasley family head of house. Away from their mother telling him that his choice in job was stupid, dangerous and a waste of his talent. Charlie had fled to Romania, and sure he came back during the school holidays for short periods of time, but everyone was aware it was so he could check upon his younger siblings. For Charlie could not stand the way that their mother would grate upon each child the moment their test results would make it home. He would purposely make a spectacle of him coming home to take the attention away the afternoon of the results coming out. Bronwyn had never quite worked out just how he knew exactly what day this was going to be, considering there was no evidence of this ever being the same day. But still he did it to take the heat away from the younger children. Percy, Bronwyn felt sorry for her brother Percy. Forever made to feel as though he needed to hide who he truly was, Percy made himself the perfect pureblood son. He was head boy, he got a decent job in the ministry, worked on himself in the way a pureblood son should have. And because he was determined to take attention away from his true self, he threw himself into his work and didn't want to talk bad about his seniors in fear of losing his job, so he lost his mother instead.