Who is that girl I see, staring straight back at me?

Why is my reflection someone I don't know?

Somehow I cannot hide

Who I am, though I've tried.

When will my reflection show, who I am, inside?

-Reflection from Mulan

A/N: YES I USED A SONG FROM MULAN AND EXCUSE ME BUT MULAN IS THE MOST BADASS DISNEY CHARACTER EVER FIGHT ME

Besides, I think this will kind of sum up Gwen's insecurities. She looks really put together on the outside, she's very focused on fashion and how she looks, but on the inside she's really scarred.

I really wanted to publish on the day James Sirius Potter goes to Hogwarts(okay so he's two years older than Albus, whatever, I'm still rolling with one, same difference)BUT FANFICTION DECIDED TO SHUT DOWN THAT DAY-also Teddy Lupin is a Hufflepuff? What the hell is a Hufflepuff(only joking I wish I was a Hufflepuff, they're awesome)? I'm really happy about that, and I have mixed feelings over JK Rowling releasing facts about this. I want the truth, but I also want my version of the next generation to be right.

Also two of my Tumblr friend posted sort of about my story-this got alot of notes which confused the hell out of me. (idk one was about james meeting the daughter of oliver wood and katie bell and that got 200-ish notes) Yeah-just to clarify, I do have an internet friend who gives me most of the ideas for the stories, I just write them down for her.

She was the one who created all these characters actually. Her idea for Willow was the fact that a lot of people liked to write about "awkward, nerdy" girls who never had their first kiss(which is pretty cute too) but she said it'd be interesting to write about the completely different girl-a girl who had plenty of kisses in her life time, flirty, not the most book smart, and confident.

LONG AUTHOR NOTE WOW OKAY LET'S JUST GET ON WITH THE STORY SORRY

Chapter Nine: You Didn't

Gwen smiled. It was finally the day to go back to Hogwarts. She was happy. It had been a good break, despite the beginning of it. After this, she won't have to see her dad or her mum ever again. She was moving out after seventh year.

No one would ever know what had happened to her, and she was happy. The only one who knew about that was Albus, and he was keeping it a secret.

At least that's what she thought as she packed her suitcase. She was especially proud of herself for this break, she figured out away to slightly modify the school uniform. Gwen's main focus was on fashion, she loved it, she lived for it. It was a fascinating business to her.

She smiled slightly at her tailored plaid skirt and slightly cropped jumper. It looked wonderful.

"It's really nice," Rose told her. "But McGonagall would never say yes to it."

"Obviously," Gwen sighed, pushing a hand through her hair. "Do you remember when I tried to convince her? It was just an idea in my head that I couldn't get rid of."

"You're so creative," Rose mumbled as she flipped through Gwen's design book. "I wish I was."

"But you are," Gwen commented. "In a different way." It was true. Rose was incredibly smart and creative in a completely different business way.

A slight knock on the door caused Gwen and Rose to jump in surprise.

"Hey," Rose blinked at who it was.

"Uncle Harry?" She asked as Gwen shook her head confusedly.

"Can I see Gwen for a second?" Gwen nodded soundlessly, extremely confused. She followed the boy who lived into his professional and intimidating office. There in the office stood Hermione Granger, Dean Thomas, and McGonagall, all with solemn faces.

"What's up?" She asked him as he settled into his seat and she took a seat.

"How did you get those scratches on your arms, Gwen?" Harry Potter asked calmly and sadly, Gwen realizing it all now.

"No," She repeated, her ears weren't working. She could hear Harry tell her to calm down, it will all be fine, and tell her that Hermione is a lawyer if she needs one. She didn't hear any of it. Her vision turned blurred and her ears shut down.

She couldn't understand. How did he know? How she only told Al? And Al promised. He said he wouldn't tell. She shut her eyes as they talked to her. She crashed down the book cases and ripped all the pages out in her head. She slowly opened her eyes back up to see the infamous green eyes.

"H-" She opened her mouth soundlessly. "How did you know?" But she didn't have to ask. She shook her head tearfully and wiped at her eyes.

"He meant well," Hermione tried to comfort her, but she shook her head angrily.

"No," Gwen said, her tears falling out fast. "No, this can't be happening. I only told one person and he's my best friend. He promised. He would never tell anyone."

"Albus told," McGonagall stated. "We have a lawyer here, Hermione, she's one of the best. Dean Thomas is one of the best detectives, we can help you-"

"You're lying," She snapped angrily. "Albus would never tell anyone."

"He did," Harry told her gently. "I'm sorry this happened to you, but it will get better-"

"What the hell do you know?" Gwen snarled, tears tracks smudging her makeup. "You don't know. You don't understand."

"What are you trying to say?" Hermione asked slowly. "You just need to tell us what happened and we can-"

"You will never understands until it happens to you," She screamed to all of them. "It won't get better if I try to have a case against my own father, he's my father-"

"Your father abused you!" Harry said forcefully back to her. "You can't possib-"

"ITS NOT HIS FAULT!" Gwen shouted loudly, she didn't care anymore if anyone heard. She didn't care. "HE'S BEEN A WRECK EVER SINCE YOU EXPOSED HIM AND HIS LIES AND ITS BEEN SINCE, ITS YOUR FAULT!"

"Gwen, it's no one's fault but his-"

"It's your fault." She cried out hysterically, sweat pouring down her face. "He releases stress, he needs to, you ruined his life, his job-don't be surprised he turned to this, it's not his fault!"

"It is!" Harry protested. "I know that you don't understand rig-"

"YOU DON'T KNOW!" Her voice was hoarse from yelling and tears ran out of her eyes rapidly. "You...You don't understand." She pushed the chair out of her way and ran out his office, leaving the door banging open and shutting close.


Albus took in a deep breath as he heard the screams from the office, the loud door slam, and the footsteps getting closer and closer to his room.

Oh crap, he thought.

"ALBUS!" Albus flinched at the sound of how angry Gwen's voice was. "Tell me it's not true," She pleaded furiously. "Tell me that you did not tell them." Hermione, Harry, McGonagall, and Dean Thomas were all close behind Gwen, looking solemn.

"L-L-Look, I-I only t-to-told s-s-s-so it would be better for y-yo-yo-you!" Albus stuttered as Gwen spilled out hot tears.

"You-" Albus watched as his dad laid a simple, light hand on Gwen-and he watched as she jumped back afraid. Afraid of one simple hand on her shoulder because of her dad. Because her dad screwed her up that much.

"Gwen," His dad said kindly. "You have to go with us." Gwen took one last angry look at Albus and another pleading look at Harry Potter.

"Let's go," Hermione told them, and they left, Albus' bedroom door shut with one final slam. Gwen was gone.


There was talk of Gwen the second day of Hogwarts. Albus shut his eyes, and dreaded to see people he knew questioning and wondering what happened to the girl.

"What happened to Gwen?" Krisrt questioned to Al. Al shrugged, lying straight to his girlfriend's face. In fact, Kristy had been acting quite mysterious lately. She'd drift off, not listen to Al, and wasn't as "clingy" as she normally was. It was strange. Al wondered if she was still mad over Christmas and ignoring her a little bit.

"I-I don't know," Albus stuttered. "Maybe she'll tell you if you write." This was a lie of course. She wouldn't write back. That was impossible. She was currently under questioning and preparing for the case against Gilderoy Lockhart(that is if Gwen actually agreed to it.)


"No," Gwen folded her arms sternly. Although the girl was currently staying at St. Mungo's for her injuries, she would get visited by Hermione Granger every day to talk about the court case. "I'm not going to testify."

"You must," Hermione pleaded. "I normally never do cases like this, this is an exception for you. Please."

"No," Gwen narrowed her eyes. The girl, even though she was in St. Mungo's and wearing a blue loose gown, was still the same Gwen. She wasn't at all the girl who had a breakdown a week ago. She was Gwen. The serious and organized one was right here. "I want to go back to Hogwarts. This is my seventh year, I need to go back or else I'll have no future."

"You'll have no future," Hermione folded her arms, imitating Gwen's position. "if you let your dad get away with this."

"No, I will." Gwen protested, pushing back her golden blonde hair. "My dad's not getting away with anything because he didn't do anything."

"He hit you," Hermione said back. "He abused you."

"He didn't mean too." She insisted. "He just needed something to unleash his frustration out on, if I wasn't there, it would have been a bookcase. It was my fault for being there."

"No," Hermione said. "You're comparing yourself to an object. You're comparing yourself to a bookcase. You're not a bookcase, you're worth a lot more." Gwen opened her mouth, then shut it.

"I want to go back to Hogwarts."

Hermione, in a desperate attempt to convince her, blurted out the last thing she wanted to say. "If you testify, I have good connections I could get you a job or internshi-"

"You can't bribe me," Gwen replied. "I'm not a Slytherin, I don't want to get to the top by doing something I don't want to do. I'm a Gryffindor."

"Then why aren't you brave enough to testify?" Hermione challenged. She knew that no Gryffindor would turn down a challenge. She watched as Gwen fidgeted, squirming around.

"I am," Gwen struggled.

"Then why don't you testify?" Gwen shook her head.

"No," She said. "I can't. It's not fair."

"To who?"

"My dad," Gwen said.

"What?"

"There's this place," Gwen explained. "that I go in my head sometimes. It's not a very pretty place. It's actually a scary place. It's where I'm a different person. I go in my head and I imagine myself doing situations different. Handling with stress different. My dad goes in those places, just not in his head. Real life. And he pretends that he never did it. It's like he's pretending to forget."

"Gwen," Hermione pleaded after a long break of processing what she said. "Please? Just testify. It'll be good for you. And it'll show the world that people can stand up to their abusers."

Gwen took a sharp breath and stared at Hermione's brown eyes. Blue met brown.

"Yeah," She said. "I will. I'll...I'll testify."

A/N: I was watching Law and Order: SVU, okay? And besides, I might not write a court scene. Gwen might decide not to. I already have a scene in my head where Gwen faces her dad but she never reports him. I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I'll get back to you.

Review maybe? This wasn't the best chapter either, but I've just gotten back to school so I'm going to take more time to update. I'm really sorry.