CrestFallen_0226
"𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚; 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆."
-𝓐𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓔𝔁𝓾𝓹é𝓻𝔂
"Iris? Like the part of the eye?"
.. No, supposedly a flower."
"Oh..."
Big name, tiny shoulders to carry it, how does a child realize her worth when she's taught her words depends on it?
Avery, a name that had been alive before her. Recorded in history, spoken in the most formal rooms, it carries centuries long of blood purity and tradition.
How does one understand her last name first than the given one? That name isn't just for introduction, it's judgement.
Now, how does one become when the script of what she's supposed to perform was not followed because of a hat that talks?
Welcome, Iris Avery
Author's note: This story does not contain any use of Al, my own words are purely is in use. That being said, l might accidentally make grammatical errors because English is not my first language.
Credits to the creator of Harry Potter, this was created without the intent of stealing the author's creation but merely to expand it with my own.
The Cover is personally created by me no use of AI included.