"painted as a villain."
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ezra sutton and fred weasley were not friends, not even close, but she did need his help and neither expected what would come out of such a simple request.
[prisoner of azkaban - goblet of fire]
[book one i...
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Natalia Sutton-Montgomery was Ezra Sutton's spitting image.
The mother and daughter shared the same light complexion, hair colour, they stood around the same height as one another, and a small number of freckles dusted Natalia's cheeks which she passed to her daughter among almost every one of her features except for her eyes.
Storm grey that varied in different shades depending on her emotions as opposed to the warm golden brown Natalia possessed.
Those storm cloud eyes belonged to her father.
Around the age of nine, Sutton had once heard her mother mention to her stepfather that she often reminded the woman of her father and when she had heard Natalia say that, it became information that she had prided herself in for almost seven years.
That once happy thought had been terrifying her for over twenty-four hours.
She knew her mother didn't like talking about her father and she got emotional whenever the topic had been brought up, but she thought it was because the two had a bad breakup before his death or he wasn't ready to be a parent at such a young age or something along those lines.
She hadn't expected that the reason her mother got angry or upset about her father was that he had been incarcerated because that was something a mother should tell her child, especially after said father had escaped from a seemingly impenetrable prison.
As she stepped off of the train, pulling her trunk along behind her, she found her anger to be growing as her thoughts kept coming up with scenarios and ideas of why her mother didn't tell her about any of this.
But she wasn't just angry, she was hurt because a man who she had spent years longing for had escaped and he wasn't even looking for her, he was looking for Harry Potter, and her anger soon replaced the hurt once more.
When her eyes finally found her mother, whose smile was as loving and bright as always, she couldn't even pretend to look happy to see her through every emotion she was feeling.
Natalia Sutton surged forward, pushing and elbowing her way through the crowds of the parents and students alike, and wrapped her arms tightly around her daughter.
"Oh, my beautiful girl." She exclaimed excitedly, her eyes glistening with tears, "I've missed you so much."
"Missed you too," Sutton whispered truthfully because, despite her anger, she had missed her mother more than anything.
Sutton felt her mother shift and suddenly her hands cupped her cheeks as she examined the teenager's features thoughtfully.
"Have you been sleeping?" She asked worriedly as she took notice of the small bags that had formed under her eyes.
"O.W.L. stress." The teenager replied, looking at a spot just over her mother's shoulder because she knew she'd crumble if she took one look at her mother's doe eyes.
