This is about the pain no one talks about. The bruises you can't see, the nights you cry alone, and the weight of being made to feel small every single day. It's about surviving a world that sometimes feels determined to break you, and the scars-inside and out-that come with it. This isn't a story about heroes. It's a story about what it really feels like to be bullied. Some story's of my own. -- Just to highlight, this book will have short chapters and will only be active during October or Bullying/mental awareness events. This is supposed to be taken seriously. This subject is a very sensitive and personal subject. Please respect it and others. Thank you.

Clara Byrne spends most of her days trying to disappear. Between a drunk father, a ghost of a mother, and a brother who only ever talks to his screen, she's learned to keep quiet and stay out of the way. Her only escape is the town library, quiet, steady, safe. Until one afternoon, a voice cuts through the noise of her world. "Oi! Pretty girl!" Jamie Wells is everything she isn't, loud, fearless, alive. He makes her laugh in ways she's forgotten how. For the first time, Clara begins to imagine a future that doesn't hurt. But in a place where bad luck finds good people easily, happiness doesn't last long. One moment changes everything, and Clara is left with a silence even the library can't hold.

"Snake are meant to bite- not unless they have fangs" I never asked to come to Hogwarts. I didn't want to leave Beauxbatons, didn't want to be a transfer, and definitely didn't want to be sorted into a house that whispers ambition and danger in my ear. But Slytherin doesn't care about what I want. Then there's Draco Lucius Malfoy-pale, sharp, and infuriatingly smug. He seems to delight in testing me at every turn, a snake in human form, always watching, always calculating. And yet... sometimes, when no one else is looking, I catch glimpses of something else behind those grey eyes. Something protective. I'm supposed to hate him. He's supposed to be my enemy. But the closer I get, the more I realize that survival here isn't just about magic. It's about trust, power, and the dangerous pull of someone I should never want. Enemies. Allies. Lovers. Or all three. (Credits!: JK Rowling!) [I do not own any Characters in this story except from Evelina Duskbourne and her family!]