Elizabeth Potter, the girl who lived.
Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Facing Voldemort again.
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t. 1991 ~ 1992 (PS era)
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Started: 2/11/20
Completed: 7/2/21
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I only own Elizabeth Potter, that is all.
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THE TROLL IN THE GIRLS BATHROOM
"Hello?" the girl questioned and I immediately knew who it was. I opened the door and saw Hermione standing just outside, giving me that look of pity that everyone had been giving me all day.
"Oh, Lizzy," Hermione whispered, running up to me and embracing me in a tight, comforting hug. That was enough for me to break down and cry heavily into her shoulder.
"Let it out, Lizzy, it's okay," she encouraged, stroking my head to calm me down. It took a while for me to calm down but I eventually did. She lead me to the sink counter and we both pulled ourselves up and sat ourselves down.
"Want to talk about it?" She asked carefully, not taking her eyes off me. I could feel her staring at the top of my head as I kept my eyes down at the hands in my lap.
"I just wish I could being them back, you know?" I sniffled, flashing Hermione a weak smile.
"I know. I really do. I spent all of my lunchtimes in the library this week looking for a resurrection spell but I couldn't find anything, not even when I looked in the restricted section. I tried my absolute best, Lizzy, I really did," Hermione said sadly, holding onto my hands tightly. I looked at her in shock and finally realised that I actually wasn't alone. Hermione actually cared and had spent six or so hours looking for spells to bring them back. I scrambled across the counter and tackled Hermione in a hug, crying even harder than before.
"Thank you," I cried, the feeling of her hand rubbing circles on my back comforting me.
"I'd do anything to make sure you're okay. You're my best, and only, friend here and I want to keep you happy," Hermione replied. My tears slowed down and a wide, genuine smile took over my features, thankful for the blessing sat in front of me.
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"So, who's your favourite singer or band?" I asked. Hermione and I had just been sat in the bathroom for a couple hours now, talking about the first things that came to mind. We completely lost track of time and didn't even realise that the school day had ended and that it was now dinner time.
"The Beatles," Hermione smiled."
"Really?" I chuckled.
Hermione laughed, "Yeah, my parents raised me on them. Can you imagine little me going around with a hairbrush in my hand, belting the lyrics to Yellow Submarine?" I nodded. "What about you, Liz?"
"Well, I wasn't really allowed to listen to my own music at the Dursley's so I didn't exactly grow up with a certain kind of music like you had but I love rock music," I smiled, "Every break time in primary school, me and this one teacher, Miss Daniels, sat in her classroom and listened to AC/DC, Bon Jovi, The Rolling Stones; all the greats. She didn't listen to my Aunt and Uncle, who tried to convince her that I was a bad child, because she could see for herself that I wasn't. She made me feel welcomed and wanted when no one else did."
