She was never meant to attend Hogwarts. She was meant to be homeschooled, like her father and his father.

But she'd wanted Alchemy. A Mastery. And it was Hogwarts.

So they'd caved.

Because they love her.

"...what happened?"

And this was how she'd repaid them.

"Officially, spell-mishap. Unofficially? A thwarted attack...we believe."

Her eyes locked with Shacklebolt, turning from her comatosed parents. "Believe?"

"Something activated your family wards."

"Why are they..."

"A curse."

But, why?

'You know why.' His eyes seemed to say. "They'll be under constant gaurd."

"...thanks."

This is all my fault.