Purple Hair, Black Roots (harry potter x reader)

Chapter 2: The Brick Wall

Two years of school had come and gone quickly for Y/n Y/l/n. She was distant from everybody. And everybody kept her distance from her. Nobody talked to her after the incident with the

Gryffindor boy.

He had been talking very loudly in the library about how weird Y/n Y/l/n was. How there was something off about her. Of course, she heard, she wasn't deaf. And she wasn't going to sit there and "take it like a champ." So she got up, walked over to his table, and said,

"If my name comes out of your mouth one more time that book will be shoved so far down your throat your neck will match the size of your fat head."

So she didn't have any friends, no, but she managed. If you looked at it from afar one could say she was friends with Draco Malfoy. They definitely weren't enemies. But were they friends? It was hard to tell.

Draco Malfoy and Y/n Y/l/n had grown up together. They were practically shoved together since birth. Draco was always the favorite but she didn't mind much. She could usually sit in the shadows, engrossed in a world that wasn't her own.

Escapism. That was how y/n got through daily life. She would sit in the library for hours not even doing homework, just reading. She could jump into a whole new story, one that wasn't her own. One where she wasn't the hidden daughter of a deranged murderer.

That was one thing that Draco managed to do. He never let it slip that Y/n was Sirius Blacks daughter. He had never even threatened to do that. He never said a peep.

So yeah, Y/n and Draco maybe weren't technically friends, but he was the closest thing to a friend Y/n had.

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Y/n's life fell apart on July 31st 1993.

The day her father, Sirius Black, escaped from Azkaban.

She was sitting in the garden when she found out. Draco had run up to her, his face whiter than normal, holding the Daily Prophet out in front of him as if it smelled gross. He slammed the paper down and pointed to the front saying,

"Look."

She had to read it three times before she finally could comprehend it. Her eyes read each word,

Black escapes Azkaban.

But she didn't understand. Not until the third time. Once she read it the third time the news fell on top of her.

People say that news washes over you. But that makes it seem like a gentle wave. Something that almost eases you into the new info. Like it slowly creeps up your body. But y/n knew that was wrong. She knew that real life changing news felt like you had run straight into a brick wall. It would ring through your body after the first impact, your breath being knocked out of you. Y/n knew it felt like somebody was suffocating you, their hand clasped around your throat until you were an inch away from death.

"It can't be possible," was all she managed to get out. Because it wasn't. The only thing that kept y/n's constant worrying at bay is that Azkaban was inescapable. And now that little sense of hope had been completely destroyed. Smushed under the foot of her father.

"Do you think it'll get out?" Draco asked, looking at her with wide eyes.

She had run into the brick wall again.

People also say that the second time is never as bad as the first, but y/n also knew that was wrong. The second time can be even more unexpected than the first. You finally think you're in the clear, that the clouds have gone away and the sun is now shining again. But just as fast as your mind starts to calm, thunder strikes and you're back to where you started.