Julie Euphemia Potter- daughter of Jenna Potter. She's been living with only her mother since the day her father left, being homschooled since day one. Never known anything about other family, except her uncle, James, and aunt, Lily. Julie and her m...
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Jenna's pov:
I never meant to go back there ever again, but I just had to.
Standing in my childhood home felt overwhelming. Memories of James and I flooding back. The house was old, dusty and bricks had fallen to the floor. Still, the warmth of familiarty crept over me, leaving me smiling at the place.
The air was thick with dust and the faint scent of age, the kind of smell that clings to places left too long without the warmth of life. The walls, once bright and brimming with family portraits and the odd moving painting, were now dull and crusty, mottled with peeling wallpaper and shadows of frames that once hung proudly.
I stepped into the living room, my footsteps echoing through the empty space. In my mind, I could see James and I darting around the old furniture, playing hide-and-seek while Mum yelled at us to watch out for the lamp. I half-expected her voice to ring out, scolding us as she did back then. But the silence that filled the house was heavy, unfamiliar—a reminder that I'd stayed away far too long.
The stairs loomed ahead, their wood cracked and faded, but I was drawn to them without knowing why. One creaked under my weight as I climbed, and I wondered if the whole staircase might give way beneath me.
Halfway up, I heard it—a faint, shifting sound from the room at the end of the hall. I froze, my heart thumping. I wasn't alone.
My hand tightened around my wand, a reflex more than anything. Quietly, I edged down the hall, toward the door that had once been James's bedroom. I nudged it open, and the faint light from the window spilled onto the figure standing by the bed, looking out.
My breath caught as I took in the familiar, wild hair. He looked at me, and his expression shifted—shock and something unspoken passing over his face. His lips parted, his hand still hovering near his own wand, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Jenny," he said, barely a whisper, his voice full of years and memories neither of us could have left behind.
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Julie's pov:
Waking up must've been the hardest part of my first week at Hogwarts. I never was much of a morning person, but reminding myself I got to spend another day with my friends, and Harry, got me up quicker than I realised.
I hadn't seen my mother since before the sorting and wondered how she was doing, what she was up to. I thought of meeting with her, but didn't know my way to the Gryffindor tower, as she would most likely be in Hermione's room. She seemed off ever since we got off the train. It made me wonder what was going trough her head. I reminded myself to go seek her later in the day.
After getting breakfast with my Hufflepuff friends, I went off to my first class. I wasn't very thrilled to have a History of Magic on a Monday morning, but fought off the sleep anyways. I sat next to Elle, who seemed to be very focused. I took notes as I listened about the witch hunt in the fourteenth century, when the wizarding population decreased because of muggles, hunting down and burning anyone who possessed magical abilities. To be honest I already knew that this wasn't going to be one of my favourite classes..
