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Elara Potter.
The youngest Potter.
The only one to be put in Slytherin.
Elara remembers her first night at the old stone castle. The wonder in her eyes, her heart pounding in her chest. Her older brother was waving wildly at her from the Gryfindor table as she walked past.
“Elara Potter”
Walking up to the small wooden stool and the tattered hat being placed on her head. A decision, about to be made, that would have a permanent effect on her life in one way or another.
Once it was made, terror flooded her chest, sharp and sudden, stealing the breath from her lungs. So cold as she slowly walked to the table to her far left as if she was in a trance. She didn’t dare try to find her brother’s fallen face in the sea of students.
Slytherin. As a Potter.
A disgrace—at least, that’s what they would call it.