Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or it's characters. This is merely a work of fanfiction.

A/N: This is a Fem!Harry x Anthony that takes place right after Dumbledore has been killed. This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are mine. Hope you enjoy.

P.S- It occurs to me that we may need to define some terms. Hazel shows Anthony her "Star of David" necklace, it is a six pointed star that has historically represented the Jewish people. Many Jewish people wear a Star of David necklace daily, as a symbol of their heritage and/or faith. Hazel also refers to the Jewish people as "The Chosen Ones". This is a term and concept associated with the Jewish people, as the "Chosen ones of G-d." I am not interested in a theology debate, I am simply trying to make this story accessible for all people.

Hazel sat down besides Anthony.

He looked over at her in surprise. He closed his Arithmancy book and set it in front of him. It wasn't everyday that Hazel Potter sat next to him. She turned her head and looked at him with haunted eyes.

Dumbledore's funeral was tomorrow, and Hazel hadn't been seen since the night of his death. He had heard it whispered that she hadn't left the shelter of her bed, and refused to even speak to her closest friends. He waited for her to speak patiently as her eyes roamed over his face.

Hazel let out a deep breath and looked out the window near them. They were in a back corner of the library. Exams had been cancelled, there was no reason for Anthony to be studying except for comfort.

"Did you know," Hazel started and stopped suddenly. Her voice was hoarse from crying. She swallowed to clear her throat, and reached under her sweater to pull out her Star of David. She pulled it over her head and held it out between them. It was a simple gold star on a plain gold chain.

"Did you know that my mother was Jewish?"

Anthony blinked rapidly in surprise and looked at Hazel, but her eyes were glued to the necklace, watching the way it turned slowly in the air.

"I didn't," he admitted, returning his gaze to the necklace.

"Neither did I, until last summer. I found this in a box in the attic at my Uncle's house. I lived with him and my Aunt my entire life, and never once did I know that she was Jewish. I guess it wasn't normal enough for them."

Anthony looked at Hazel, she sneered the word 'normal' like it was a curse. He imagined she didn't have a good relationship with these relatives, though he didn't particularly know much about her.

"Normal is subjective."

Hazel made eye contact with him then, giving him a small smile.

"I suppose you're right."

Hazel worked the necklace back over her neck and tucked it under her sweater, close to her heart.

"It's always us, isn't it?"

Anthony tilted his head at her in curiosity. He didn't know what she meant.

"We're always the Chosen Ones."

Unspent tears welled in Hazel's eyes as she looked at the bookshelf in front of her, in an attempt to not cry. A few tears escaped despite her best efforts. Anthony pretended not to notice.

"Will history ever stop repeating itself?"

Anthony stared at Hazel, unsure what to say. She was right. It was always them, it was always her. It had been her since their First Year. It had been their people for thousands of years.

He had admired her, as many did, from afar. She let few get close enough to really know her. Maybe their shared background had made her seek him out.

"You should leave the country, while you still can. Come back when the war is over. I wouldn't want to see something happen to you."

Anthony furrowed his brow at Hazel, "I didn't know you cared."

She blinked rapidly at him in surprise. Most people sucked up to her. Despite how dead she felt, she gave a little chuckle. She had always liked Anthony. He was kind, smart, and quiet.

"There are a lot of people who want me dead. I don't have the luxury of showing people I care. They'll kill or torture anyone associated with me, especially a half-blood with no connections to protect him."

"Maybe you should come with me," he proffered.

"It's too late for me."

Anthony wanted to interject, but he stopped as she rose to her feet and dug through her pockets. It was clear her mind was made up. She laid a wand and a map on the table before taking a piece of jewelry out of her pocket and handing it to him.

"Take this," she held out a bracelet to him. It was a plain silver bracelet with the last name Potter inscribed on a plaque.

"What is it?" he asked.

"An emergency Portkey to Potter Manor. The house elves know to trust anyone with one of these. It would be best for you and your family to leave the country, but just in case."

Anthony smiled at her, and Hazel tried to smile back. It was hard to smile right now, hard to find any hope, but she had always had a soft spot for Anthony. She thought maybe if she could save him, she could finally tell him how she felt after the war. She picked the Marauders Map back up and turned to return to her dormitory.

"Thank you Hazel," Anthony called as she reached the end of the table. She looked back at him and tried to memorize the way his face looked in the candlelight. She shook her head sadly.

"Don't thank me. Just stay safe," her voice cracked slightly, "please."

Anthony slipped the silver bracelet onto his wrist and covered it with his sleeve. He nodded his head at her. He didn't know what had possessed Hazel Potter to care about him, but he would try to prove worthy of it. Maybe if they both survived this war, he could do something about it.