The Secret Within

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by hunasu2888

by hunasu2888

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The next morning, I woke up, but I didn't get out of bed. Potions was on my schedule, and the thought of facing my father after last night's argument made me feel sick. I didn't want to see his face.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling. I knew my friends were probably wondering where I was, but I didn't care. I was too angry, too hurt. The walls of my dormitory felt like they were closing in on me, the silence pressing down until I wanted to scream.

Eventually, there was a soft knock on the door, and before I could say anything, Hannah came in. She took one look at me and froze, her eyes wide with concern.

"Delyth, what happened? Are you sick?"

I didn't answer right away. I couldn't. Her face softened when she saw my red, puffy eyes. I must have looked a mess.

"Oh my god, you've been crying," she whispered, rushing to my bedside. "What's wrong?"

I sighed, sitting up in bed, wrapping my arms around my knees. "I had a fight with my father."

Hannah frowned, sitting down beside me. "What was it about?"

I hesitated, but then everything spilled out. "Last night, I went out. I met Fred Weasley, and we snuck into this hidden part of the castle. Filch almost caught us, but we ran. Then, Professor Lupin found me. He was with Harry, and my father showed up... he was furious. We had a huge fight, and... well, it got bad."

Hannah's expression softened, and she reached out to take my hand. "I'm so sorry, Delyth. You don't have to go through this alone. I'll stay with you, we can skip classes today."

I shook my head, pulling my hand away gently. "No, I need to be alone. Please."

Hannah hesitated, clearly torn, but she nodded. "Alright... but if you need anything, anything at all, you know where to find me."

When she left, the silence felt heavier than before. I sat there for a moment, letting the quiet wash over me, before my eyes landed on my bag. I remembered the book I had taken from the hidden library last night—Animagi.

If my father wouldn't give me answers, I'd find them myself.

And I knew exactly where to start. Someone always had the answers. Someone who was always in trouble, someone my father despised.

Potter.