15 year old Bronwyn Weasley is stuck in a house that's not a home all summer. As a result she finds herself mentally declining to the point of being unable to spend any time around the rest of her family. One trip into the library to avoid the naggi...
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FORTY EIGHT
Snakes and Slithers
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Role reversals were an uncanny concept. The occasional swap in positions, though not uncommon could be completely unexpected even in the best of times. Sometimes it was something invited, an offer to swap positions, to change roles to try to understand where the other person was coming from. Often though, that was done in a workplace, or in a form of relationship counselling, where an attempt to understand the other was incredibly important in trying to establish where things might have gone wrong. More commonly though, the swapping of roles is not exactly a planned event. Otherwise if it was planned Bronwyn Weasley would never have volunteered to swap the usual roles between herself and Blaise. No she never wanted to be the one worrying for the safety of the other. For she could never tell how he was able to stay even slightly focused on anything whilst he was worrying about her in the background.
It had all started without Bronwyn even being aware of what was really going on, what state that Blaise himself was in. He had not even been brought up when the first wave of anxiety regarding his safety crashed over her. No, it had all been down to the friend who was turning into the villain in her story. It was all centred once more around Harry James Potter. The boy who lived. The boy who did not fully understand the consequences of his actions.
Harry had slipped away part of the way through dinner that evening, his bright green eyes locked upon the figure of another student as they exited the dining hall. Draco Malfoy. That was who Harry had been unfairly focused on since they had returned to school in September. The younger wizard Bronwyn had been almost thankful towards for having taken Harry's obsessive glare off of herself. But Bronwyn had never thought the obsession over Draco Malfoy could lead to something bad happening. But she should have known better. With the way Harry had been acting towards her over the last 12 months, there was always signs of escalation. And this was when Harry did not believe her to be a dangerous person. That was not the case for the thoughts Harry held towards Draco Malfoy. No Harry fully believed Draco Malfoy to be the most dangerous student within the school.
It would be uncanny of Harry to look into the mirror and see the real most dangerous student staring back at him.
But now was not the time to focus heavily on the thoughts of what if, on the possibilities. Of what could have happened. No it was time to focus on what had happened.
Bronwyn had only ever seen Harry this pale once in the six years they had known one another. And that was two years ago, after the final task of the Tri-Wizard Tournament. The very final task where Cedric Diggory had passed away following the return of Lord Voldemort. Harry had been pale, sweaty and shaking when he had returned from the muggle graveyard that night, his mind caught up on the very real outcomes of what was going on around them. The war he was the centre of despite not understanding why. But seeing this look upon the much shorter boy two years later, that was not what Bronwyn was expecting. Not what she had prepared herself for on a random Wednesday night whilst they were at school.
