"YOU WERE THE SUNSHINE THAT BROUGHT ME OUT OF THE HELLISH THUNDERSTORM I WAS IN, RON WEASLEY."
"SPEAKING ELOQUENTLY, VIVI? THAT'S A FIRST."
In which an outcasted Slytherin pureblood learns time love from the neglected Gryffindor sidekick.
HARRY PO...
01 | the terrible, no good, very bad start to the year
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"THIS DOESN'T SOUND LIKE ANYTHING GOOD IS GOING TO COME OF IT."
HOGWARTS CASTLE, SCOTLAND HIGHLANDS-
Genevieve could still remember the first day that she stepped into Hogwarts like it was yesterday.
The overwhelming feeling of a sense that she had arrived at a place where she had finally belonged, a place where she could break free of the expectations that her family had imposed on her. Everything seemed to be brighter than it had ever been in her life, hope aglow in the soft yellow light that shone in every room. There was a newfound joy that bubbled up inside of Genevieve's chest as the young eleven year old tried to take in all of the sights around her.
No longer would she be the perfect daughter that the Selwyns wanted on display, the little puppet of a daughter that her parents brought to every "show and tell" opportunity they had, flaunting their eldest like she was nothing more than a prize. Genevieve was able to be her own person here at Hogwarts, to discover everything for herself and find new opportunities to explore who she was.
Or at least that was what she assumed she would have as her eleven year old self sat in the boats that would take her year to Hogwarts, the young Genevieve not focused on the fact that Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was in another one of the boats that was floating across the lake towards the school that she would reside in for the next seven years. That young witch had hoped for a better future as she stumbled up the stairs that would lead to the Great Hall and her sorting, had hoped that everything would turn around for the better for her.
Oh, but how naive that young Genevieve was.
As Genevieve walked into the Great Hall that night, all of the candles that were floating in the sky almost like twinkling stars to her, the young girl expected for her luck to change. Maybe the Sorting Hat would see past the facade that she kept up and sort her away from the house that her parents expected her to be in- maybe her luck would change and she would break free from her pureblood parents and their expectations and assumptions that they had made about her before she could even formulate a single idea of who she was.
That young Genevieve was proven wrong as the sorting hat was placed upon her head, the hat taking barely any time to roar out the calling of "SLYTHERIN!" Those words sealed the young Selwyn's fate of never being able to break free from the cage that her parents had trapped her inside of- validating every fear that had been creeping inside of her body since she had gotten her letter to Hogwarts. The facade that she had put up of her personality had won out in the end- not who she truly was inside.
That was the story of her life, Genevieve supposed.
Even now, three years later and oh so much more miserable with herself and her family, Genevieve hated being a part of Slytherin. Everything and everyone seemed to be the exact same as her life before- nothing changing as she resided in the Slytherin house. She was to maintain the same lies that she had while living underneath her parents- never able to break free.
