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*Last Time*
As he left Hermione made her way to the birds at the left of the store, as she was looking one bird in particular caught her eye. Unlike the others this owl wasn't sat still in it's cage but was thrashing around, obviously bored of being cooped up. It was beautiful, it's eyes were a deep green and feathers sandy brown colour, with white markings. when Hermione approached it the bird stopped thrashing and stared into her eyes, before cocking it's head to the side and letting out a little chirp, causing Hermioe to giggle at its antics.
"Wow, she's never behaved like that before." Mr Eeylops said, his arrival causing Hermione to jump in surprise. "Oh sorry dear, I didn't mean to scare you."
"Don't worry about it sir, I think I'll take this little one," Hermione replied, taking the bag of supplies that the old man gave to her.
"Here you go," Mr Eeylops said, handing the cage over to Hermione.
"Thank you sir, are you able to charge this to my gringotts account?"
"Of course," Mr Eeylops responded, making his way over to the counter and Hermione followed. When the transaction was complete Hermione bid farewell to Mr Eeylops, before leaving Diagon Alley.
While on the train home Hermione stroked the owl softly behind it's ear.
"I think I'll call you Amaya," Hermione told her, chuckling when she recieved an appreciative hoot from the Barn Owl.
...
It was now Sunday and Hermione had decided that she was just going to try and call Harry, she wanted to talk to him badly and had managed to get his house number off him with a lot of persuasion.
"The Dursley Residence, who's calling?" Came a gruff voice from the other end of the line.
"Hi, this is Hermione Granger. I'm calling to talk to Harry, I'm a friend from school," Hermione replied politely, trying to make a good first impression on Harrys' relatives.
"No!" The voice hollered, "We don't want any of you freaks calling us! The boy won't be talking to you, we have enough freakiness to deal with as it is."
"Wait! I just want to -" Hermione spluttered, not believing what she'd just heard, before she could finish her sentence the line went dead as the other end hung up. A million thoughts were spiralling around Hermiones' head:
Who was that man? Harrys' Uncle? What had he meant by freaks? Is that what he called Harry? A freak? How dare he!
"That good for nothing bastard!" Hermione shouted into the empty house, magic trickling from her core, setting her hair on end as sparks literally crackled at her fingertips. She was trying her best to contain the rage bubbling in her, how dare that man call her cousin a freak. He was the best person she'd ever met, her own blood, and that man dared to call him such a derogotary name.
"HERMIONE!?" Cried a startled voice, whirling around Hermione was surprised to see a white Martha staring at her with wide eyes and a slack jaw.
...
As she walked into the door way, Hermione could't shake the sense of dread that filled her body. Something just felt off about this place, the pictures on the wall were like a mask. Frames were full of certifcates, family pictures - the fact that Harry didn't feature in any didn't escape her notice - and awards; none of the decorations fit the sinister feel Hermione felt for this house. Everything was perfect, the rugs were spotless, the frames pin straight and the walls a crisp white with no marks in sight.
Hermione was about to make her way into the kitchen when a noise caused her to stop, listening closer she thought it sounded like a rat scratching on wood. She followed the noise towards a small cupboard on the other side of the hallway, the cupboard had a key hole lock on the outside of it and was loacted under the stairs.
"That's a weird place to put a lock," Hermione mumbled to herself, before she knew what she was doing she opened the lock with a quick 'alohomora' and opened the door.
"Harry?" Hermione gasped, there on the floor of this cupboard was Harry, a clip in his hand, looking worse than she could ever imagine.
"Hermione?"
Chapter 11
"Harry what the hell is going on?" Hermione shrieked, not caring if his relatives heard her now or not.
"Hermione keep your voice down!" Harry hissed, surprised that she was here but not wanting to wake his Uncle Vernon in fear of what he'd do.
"I don't care if they hear me! Harry? What have they done to you? Why the fuck are you in a cupboard of all places? What's that in your hand?" Hermione asked shrilly.
"I was trying to pick the lock," He shrugged sheepishly, "I do it most nights, it's the only way I can get food."
"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed sadly, reaching down to take his hand and pulling him out of the cupboard, and into her arms for a hug. As soon as she made contact with his body a gut wrenching whimper escaped Harrys' mouth, along with a large inhale of pain.
"No, Hermione don't," Harry pleaded, but it was too late. Hermione hoisted his shirt up and gasped at the sight before her.
Harrys' body was littered in bruises, scars and cuts, some she could tell were still fresh but turning him around the view only got worse. Large gashes made their way down his back, and squares of skin seemed to be hanging at odd angles from the tip of his spine to the base.
Looking at the arms of her cousin she was barely able to see a hint of skin, his whole arm was a blanket of purples, blacks and greens. Scars littered the remaining space and the blood smeared everywhere had either dried or was in the process of drying.
"Harry, why did they do this to you?" Hermione whispered in silent anger, her eyes filling with tears and magic crackling around her as her emotions swirled in a whirlpool, not knowing which to feel at any one time.
"I – I was rude," he replied back meekly, staring at his feet in embarrassment.
"Rude?" Hermione shrieked, not quite believing the words that she'd just heard.
"It - It's not as bad as it looks 'Mione, honest." Harry tried to assure her, not wanting her to pity him, "I'm used to it, trust me it's fine." Apparently this was the complete wrong thing to say as Hermione quickly lost her cool and started screaming profanities into the no longer silent house.
"NOT AS BAD AS IT LOOKS? THOSE FUCKING BASTARDS ABUSE YOU HARRY, ABUSE YOU! IF THIS ISN'T BAD THEN I DREAD TO THINK WHAT THOSE IMBECILES DO TO YOU NORMALLY! I SWEAR TO MERLIN THEY'RE GOING TO PAY, HOW DARE THEY! WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE? BEATING MY COUSIN LIKE THAT, THEY HAVE NO RIGHT, NO FUCKING RIGHT WHATSOEVER! IF I EVER, EVER SEE THEM THEY'LL NOT KNOW WHAT HIT THEM."
"Mia?" Came a voice, spinning around in a fury Hermione came face to face with a scared looking Martha, her face pallor and hands trembling.
"Not now Martha," Hermione growled.
"You need to calm down," Martha tried to reason, raising both her hands and making her way towards Hermione, before she could get very far though a boom echoed throughout the house, to her left Hermione could see Harry flinch in on himself, moving subtly towards Hermione and behind her back.
"Harry what is it?" Hermione asked, her anger ebbing away at the frightened look on his face. He was practically trembling and his face had quickly drained of all colour, while sweat could be seen appearing on his forehead.
"Please 'Mione, you have to go." Harry pleaded, flinching again as footsteps made there way along the hallway.
"No, WE have to go, come on," Hermione told him, grabbing his arm and trying to get him to walk out of the house.
"They'll hurt you 'Mione, I can't let them hurt you, please just go!" He sobbed, trying to scramble back to the cupboard. Before Hermione could respond a voice echoed throughout the house, causing Harry to collapse on the floor and curl into a ball.
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON BOY?" Vernon bellowed, looking up Hermione saw his chubby feet step onto the stairs. A river of anger ran through her at the smallest sight of him.
"Hermione go, go Hermione, please ... please ... please ... please ..." Harry sobbed, rocking himself back and forth as Vernons' footsteps got louder.
Hermione was conflicted she wanted so badly to feed the anger that wanted to escape, but on the other hand, looking down at Harry she knew that it wasn't what he needed right now. This was her cousin, her own flesh and blood. She couldn't do anything to make him feel bad, he was already a wreck and under no circumstances was she going to make it worse for him.
"Please Hermione ... please," Harry begged, still rocking furiously back and forth. As she looked upon him she couldn't help the tears that built up in her eyes, she couldn't stand to see Harry in so much unnecessary pain, he didn't deserve it.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Vernon boomed, he was stood at the bottom of the stairs, a belt in one hand and the other balled into a fist.
Staring at the man in front of her Hermione took action before it had even registered in her mind what she was doing,
"You'll never lay a finger on Harry again," Hermione hissed, finally letting her magic take control as she grabbed Harry and Martha apparating them out of the Dursleys and into her room at the Grangers.
"Mia?! How did you do that?" Martha cried, holding her stomach and kneeling down as she tried to get the queasiness of apparation out of her system.
"I - I just, I don't even - how? I -" Hermione stuttered, completely in awe of herself and shocked at the shear amount of power she'd just used.
"Mia, we NEED to help Harry," Martha informed her, motioning to the broken boy who lay on the floor of Hermiones' room, his eyes shut and breathing laboured.
"He's passed out," Hermione muttered, as she checked Harry over, "It's probably a mixture of exhaustion, pain and the sensation of apparating for the first time."
"Let's get him comfortable," Martha said, picking Harry up in his arms, alarmed at how light he was.
"Put him on my bed, he can stay there while he recovers," Hermione said, pulling the duvet back for Martha to lay Harry down.
Martha walked towards the bed, laying Harry down as carefully as she could, realising that they didn't pick up the shirt Hermione had taken off at the Dursleys she tucked the duvets over him so he wouldn't get cold.
"Let's go down, I really need to sort everything that's happened out, we need to think about how Harry will stay here and what we're going to do about the Grangers." Hermione sighed, walking out the room, Martha following her behind.
"We're going to need some coffee for this," Martha groaned, it was nearly 4am and to be honest neither Martha nor Hermione were in the mood to sleep after the events that had just occurred.
"Tell me about it," Hermione agreed, flopping down on a chair carelessly as the two began their conversation.
...
Harry awoke, his eyes parting slowly, dreading the day in front of him. His whole body ached and he just wanted to go back to Hogwarts, to be with his friends, to see Hermione, Ron and Neville. He missed them like crazy, he wished he could write to the but Vernon had taken the key to Hedwigs cage and wouldn't allow her to be free.
He knew that he'd have to try and get her free eventually, Hermione would most definitely be worried, she'd made sure he promised to send her letters.
Hermione. He'd had a dream about her last night, she'd come and rescued him from his cupboard in the middle of the night, she'd called him her cousin and shouted at Vernon before taking him some place safe.
How he longed for it to be true, that he really did have some family left in this world and that he'd been saved from that hell hole of a house.
Shouting broke him out of his thoughts,
There they go again, he thought, assuming that Vernon and Petunia were arguing. They argued over the most petty of things, it honestly made Harry chuckle when he thought back on some of their arguments.
Listening closer he could barely make out what they were shouting about.
That's odd I can usually hear them clearly, how come they haven't dragged me out of here yet? , Harry thought to himself, perplexed at the fact that they'd left him and hadn't made him do any chores or make them breakfast yet.
Sighing contently Harry decided that we wasn't going to complain and was just going to enjoy the last moments of 'freedom' he had before having to spend the rest of the day doing chores and getting beat for doing things wrong.
He stretched his legs out before freezing, he could never stretch his legs out in his cupboard, it was way to small.
Peering down at his feet he gasped, his feet were covered by a crisp white duvet, staring around him he could almost cry. He was in a room, an actual bedroom. He was lying in a bed and Merlin was it comfortable, he'd never felt anything so soft.
That's when it hit him, the dream had been true. He really had been rescued by Hermione and brought to a safe place. He couldn't believe it, he wasn't at the Dursleys anymore, he was free!
Pulling the duvet back he hesitantly placed his feet on the ground, relishing in the feel of the fur mat that lay next to the bed.
He could still hear the shouting and as he warily opened the door and made his way into the hallway he could definitely make out a tone that sounded just like Hermione.
Following the sound of the noise he was surprised to hear his name mentioned, opening the door to the voices he gasped at what he heard and saw in front of him.
...
"What you did was irresponsible and dangerous!" Severus shouted, he'd received an urgent letter from Hermione late last night. The contents provided him with very little information, it was simply a scrap of paper with Hermiones' handwriting scrawled frantically on it with a little note,
Dad,
Going to save Harry, he's in trouble. Update you later,
Hermione.
That was all he'd received, a measly note which kept him up all night, wondering just what his daughter had gotten herself into. It wasn't until the early hours of the morning that he'd decided he was going to do something about the situation, making his way to McGonagalls office and asking her for Hermiones' school record.
McGonagall was basically in charge of the school, Dumbledore may have the title of Headmaster but all of the work he was supposed to do was handed down to the Deputy because he himself couldn't be arsed to do it. McGonagall made sure everything was in order, organised all events, made timetables and was the one who filed all student information, keeping it organised and up to date.
After a bit of grovelling Severus had managed to get the address of the house Hermione lived in with her muggle parents and after thanking Minerva and racing out of the school wards he apparated to the address.
As soon as he arrived the arguing had started, he was wasting no time in berating his daughter for how stupid she'd been.
"They were beating him! His skin is covered in bruises and his back gorged with a belt. I couldn't leave him there!" Hermione yelled back, livid that her dad had the audacity to shout at her and call her actions stupid when she was just trying to protect her family.
"You should've called someone!" He shouted, not quite as mad as he was making himself out to be after the revelation that his nephew was being abused.
"And done what? Left him there for a few more days to endure the abuse of his so called Aunt and Uncle!"
"It was dangerous Hermione! You could've been caught, it was stupid and reckless."
"I had Martha with me, we were fine. We got Harry back and he's safe now!"
"BUT YOU COULD'VE BEEN HURT!" Severus bellowed.
"I WAS PROTECTING OUR FAMILY!" Hermione screamed back.
"IT'S NOT YOUR JOB TO PROTECT THEM!"
"WHO'S IS IT THEN DAD? CAUSE YOU'RE SURE AS HELL NOT DOING A GOOD JOB OF IT!" Hermione hollered, fed up with the accusations and speaking before she'd thought of the consequences her words would have.
"Dad?" Came a confused voice, Severus and Hermione froze at the voice. Both turning to face the owner. Hermione not missing the hurt and pain reflected in her fathers eyes.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, "What are you doing up?"
"I - I heard shouting and came down to see what was going on," He replied nervously.
"You need to rest Harry," Hermione told, walking over to him and trying to get him to move out of the room.
"'Mione, why's Snape here? Why did you call him dad?" Harry asked, eyes locked with hers. Neither noticing the paling face of Severus Snape as he stared at the bare torso of his nephew, all his wounds on show for the world to see.
"Harry?" Severus whispered, moving slowly towards Harry, his eyes transfixed as he stared at the body of his 11-year-old nephew. Severus kneeled down when he reached him and Harry was surprised to see tears in his professors eyes,
"What did they do to you?" He whispered, Hermione could feel tears building up in his own eyes at the broken voice of her father.
"Uncle Sev?" Harry whispered in confusion, tears in his own eyes as he stared into the eyes of Severus Snape. He felt as if he should've remembered him, that he should've known who this was the first time he'd seen him. The memories were still hazy but calling him 'Uncle Sev' just felt right, natural.
"I can't protect you, any of you," Severus whispered, Hermiones' words playing back in his mind before he fled from the house, not wanting to face his family, the family that he believed he couldn't protect, the one he'd never protected in the first place.
...
"Oh my god, what've I done?" Hermione sighed, leaning back in her chair in the kitchen, it was half 10, about an hour until the Grangers were due to arrive back to the house.
"Don't worry about it Mia, he'll come around eventually," Martha assured her.
"I told him that he's not been protecting us, basically blaming him for mum being in Azkaban, and everything that's happened to me and Harry!" Hermione moaned, banging her head against the table before gathering her face in her hands.
"Azkaban?" Harry asked, he'd been in shock since Severus left, he felt like he had all this important information that was just being pushed into his brain and was finding it hard to fit.
"Mum, or Aunt Liv to you, she's in Azkaban for a crime she didn't commit, the same with Uncle Padfoot," Hermione told him, her voice muffled as her face was still resting in the palm of her hands.
"Uncle Padfoot?" Harry asked, getting frustrated with himself at all the information he didn't have but felt like he should.
"He's a part of the marauders, he was - " Hermione began, only to be cut off by Harry.
"'Mione, would you just be able to tell me the whole story, from the very beginning?" Harry asked, scooting his chair closer to hers and taking a hold of her hand.
"So it started when Uncle Jamie and Aunt Lils were murdered, mum went to your house to find it in ruins, turns out that Uncle Padfoot had already been there, had chased after the Peter Pettigrew - he was your parents secret keeper but he sold them out to Voldemort - and from what I've been told murdered him and 12 muggles, although I don't believe that part of the story. Minnie comforted mum when she found her at Godrics Hollow and on the demands of Albus Dumbledore apparated her to the gates of Hogwarts and took her to his office where they had a chat. Basically, Dumbles told her that he left you with the Dursleys and she blew up at him, he stunned her, Minnie took her to the Gryffindor common room, let her escape and she left via the Whomping Willow."
"Minnie, you've got to be joking right? That's what you call McGonagall?!" Harry said in disbelief, chuckling when he saw a momentary smile flicker across Hermiones' face.
"Yeah, but don't tell her," She whispered dramatically, smiling at Harry briefly.
"I make no promises," He replied cheekily, chuckling along with Hermione and Martha.
"Anyways, mum went back to our house and moved me and dad to Gryffindor Manor before coming to take you off the Dursleys doorstep," Hermione continued, her tone back to a serious one as she continued to relay the story across to Harry,
"From what Dad has told me, he was called away and when he got back a day later he saw a newspaper article, it was about mum being taken to Azkaban. She'd been framed, she was taken to Azkaban because the ministry believed that she'd tortured the Longbottoms into insanity," Hermione continued, her voice harsh and venomous.
"She was trying to save them," Harry concluded, his voice soft as he felt tears build up in his eyes at the sacrifice his Aunt had made and the fact that he does have family that cared and were willing to fight for him when he thought he'd had no-one.
"Yeah, she was. She dropped us off with Aunt Marls before she went there but someone killed her and her family, leaving us alive. I'm almost definite that it wasn't death eaters because if it was then they would have killed us, especially you, I mean you'd killed their lord the day before!"
"It does seem kind of sketchy doesn't it, if not death eaters then who though?" Harry asked.
"I have my suspicions," Hermione growled, her eyes narrowing and nostrils flaring in rage.
"Dumbledore?" Harry asked, coming to the realisation that the supposed 'light' side weren't all they were made out to be.
"Not him directly, but on his orders I'm sure," Hermione told him, glad that he was finally seeing Dumbles for what he was.
"What are we going to do then?" Harry asked, surprising both Hermione and Martha at the determination in his voice.
"At the moment, we can't do anything, we're 11 years old. Nobody takes us seriously, we need to establish ourselves into the community, make alliances with people from other houses, and integrate ourselves into wizarding society and prove we're worth listening to. Until then we can only do so much, and any major changes will be in the background."
"Okay, so where do we start?" Harry asked, wanting to change all the wrong doings in this twisted world as soon as possible.
"I have a list of things I'm working on at the moment, I can show yo-" Hermione said excitedly, looking forward to sharing her plans with her cousin. Unfortunately, her excitement was short lived as the sound of a front door slamming echoed through the house and voices shouted in the parlour.
"Girl! We're home, your mother's parched, get her some peppermint tea, we'll be in the sitting room," Richard roared, causing Harry to flinch in on himself at the loud male voice and Hermione to freeze in panic.
"Martha, take Harry up to my room, he can stay there until other plans are sorted out. The Grangers never go into my room so he'll be fine up there!"
"Of course, come on Harry," Martha encouraged the shaking boy up the stairs, shooting Hermione a sorrowful glance, only receiving a shrug of acceptance in return.
"Best get to work," Hermione sighed, reaching into the cabnet to start making the tea.
This summer was going to be a long one.
...
"We're going to meet with Theo if that's alright?" Hermione asked Harry, walking in her bedroom and plopping herself down on the end of his makeshift bed they'd managed to get together.
There was only two weeks left of the summer holidays and Hermione had put meeting up with Theo off for long enough. Over the past weeks Harry had been staying in Hermiones room, only coming out when the Grangers were gone and in the late evenings to sit on the roof with Hermione as they chatted about their plans and Hermione told him all she knew about their parents and family.
He and Martha were getting on really well and sat talking with each other on a regular basis, sipping hot chocolate while Harry explained all his favourite parts about the wizarding world so far.
Hermione had tried owling her dad several times, but he had yet to reply, she was really worried, she hadn't meant to say those words, they were said in anger and frustration, she never meant to hurt him.
Apart from that, both Harry and Hermione were having a relatively quiet summer.
Hermione still had to do daily chores for the Grangers but Harry and Martha both helped as she did them while the Grangers were at work.
Harry had begun reading all the magical theory books Hermione had and he had to admit that he was quite enjoying it, he strongly believed that once getting back to Hogwarts he'd be able to complete most of the second year curriculum and get all the charms etc correct within a few weeks. He was now reading up on third year content and Hermione was proud of his interest and sudden commitment to learning so much. He really did have an amazing brain, one that may even rival hers if he just worked on it and enhanced his knowledge.
Hermione too had been studying, she - along with Harry - completed all their homework in the first week of being together and while Harry was reading up on his things Hermione was wracking her brain for ways to get her mum and Uncle Sirius out, thinking of the best way to approach Uncle Moony and learning about the theory of fifth year magic.
Both her and Harry had been in constant contact with Ron, Neville and, her, Theo throughout the holidays, they had neglected to tell them of her and Harry being together, Harry simply told them that he was busy during the first week so was unable to contact them.
This morning, Theo had owled her letting her know that his father was abroad now and she was welcome to come round any time. Luckily for Hermione, the Grangers had decided to go to a friends for 5 days so she was free to do whatever she pleased.
She was hoping desperately that Harry had no objections to going, she really didn't want to leave him alone, with her becoming more protective of him than she already was before saving him it was difficult to leave anywhere without him.
"Okay, sounds good." Harry replied, shocking Hermione into silence, "'Mione? did you hear me? I said okay, " He asked her.
"Sorry, just blanked out there!" She apologised, "You're really okay with going to see Theo? A Slytherin?"
"I've been thinking about what you said when you explained everything to me a couple of weeks back and I've decided to give them a chance, by them I mean Slytherins, and by Slytherins I mean everyone but Voldemort, for obvious reasons," He smirked.
"Oh but Harry, you and Voldemort would make the best of friends!" Hermione insisted cheekily.
"Yeah our favourite past time would be who can kill the other first, sounds like a solid friendship right there," He replied sarcastically.
Hermione revelled in the moments where Harry let his true colours show, all of the abuse had left him but a mere shell of his true self. His potential had increased in leaps and bounds since he'd been away from the Dursleys and Hermione could now see why the sorting hat would consider him for Slytherin.
"Honestly though, I don't mind going to visit Nott, he can't be that bad if you're friends with him."
"Thanks Harry!" Hermione squealed, letting her girlish side come through as she crushed him in a hug, she was the only one he'd allow to touch her, he still flinched when Martha tried to touch him but he was getting better at it.
"So when do we leave?" He asked her.
"Now? I hope that's okay," She replied.
"Sure, let me just get my things ready and -" Harry began only to trail off when he noticed the guilty look on Hermiones' face, "you've already packed it haven't you?"
"Guilty as charged," She announced, holding her hands up in mock surrender.
"We best hurry up then, don't want to keep Slytherin-Dearest waiting."
"I suggest refraining from calling Theo that in his presence," Hermione giggled.
"Oh come on 'Mione, he'll love his new nickname," Harry replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Hermione laughed at his declaration, shuffling him along and out of the room, "Let's get going smart ass."
"Whatever you say mum," Harry grumbled, walking out of the house as he and Hermione got the knight bus and made their way to Theos.
...
"'Mione!" Theo cried, racing down the drive towards a certain bushy-haired Gryffindor and scooping her into a hug.
"Hey Theo," Hermione chuckled, clinging onto her Slytherin friend for dear life, not wanting to let go as he spun her around.
"I'm so glad you're here!" He told her, a massive smile gracing his features, only dropping a fraction when he saw a certain person behind Hermione.
"Potter," Theo nodded in greeting.
"Call me Harry, Merlin knows we'll be seeing enough of each other, surnames just seems a bit formal no?" Harry suggested.
"Okay ... Harry," Theo replied uncertainly, not quite knowing how to react to this Harry Potter.
"Let's just start again? Hi, my name's Harry, it's nice to meet you," Harry reintroduced, holding his hand out for Theo to shake.
"Theo, nice to meet you too," Theo replied shaking Harrys' hand.
"Seriously?" Hermione screeched, watching the boys in amazement.
"What?" Harry and Theo asked at the same time, smirking at each other after they did so.
"... Boys," Hermione huffed, grabbing her and Harrys' luggage and walking up towards the house.
"What did we do?" Theo asked in confusion.
"Beats me," Harry replied, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.
Hermione simply continued walking up the drive, a smile gracing her lips as she listening to the boys chatting behind her, one thought racing through her mind:
maybe miracles can happen.
Thank you so much for reading, I realised that I haven't updated in a while, I won't make excuses cause tbh I don't have any! I'm going to try my best to update more often, but I shan't be making any promises!
I hope you enjoyed this chapter, reviews are always appreciated :)
Chapter Question: Who's your favourite Slytherin?