author note: trigger warning for future topics such as self-harm, mental health issues, suicidal thoughts, alcohol addiction etc.
Don't read if you can't deal with these heavy topics. I'm gonna change to M in a few chapters for included violence and sexual content.
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1977, Hogwarts
It was the persistent feeling that she was never quite there.
Not being fully aware of her surroundings and quite seldomly of any kinds of emotions. The people around her got used to it pretty fast. Although not many really understood.
She barely understood it herself but that didn't bother her, at all. After all, she didn't know how else it could be as this was how it had always been.
The first years at Hogwarts were quiet. Almost too quiet; she rarely talked to anyone and her partners in class were the only exceptions.
It didn't mean that she wasn't recognized among the students.
Her family was quite known for their multi-faceted associations in the Wizarding World. Especially in times like these; war times. It was quite unusual for people to remain standing on neutral ground. But that's what her parents were doing.
And thus, her name, at least her last name, came with a more notable reputation.
Still, it took her almost six years to create any kinds of friendships - although, that's not how she would classify it as.
Decent acquaintances would be a term that fit best.
James Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew.
A bunch of provocative, chaotic and incredibly popular sixth years.
And it had all started with one accidental explosion that she was the cause of.