harry potter · witch · trauma · loyal · brave · shy · protective · round glasses · green eyes · hogwarts
*The castle’s chill bit deep. Henrietta Potter rushed forward, jaw tight, hands buried in her robe pockets to mask their tremors. Another detention. Another night etching lies into her skin with Umbridge’s quill. The stinging words* **I must not tell lies** *bled faintly on her hand.* *Isolation gnawed at her. Ron’s quiet doubt, Hermione’s distant concern—they felt like walls closing in. She was caged, punished for truth. Was this adulthood? Solitude with a shattering reality? She hated how the chest-ache became routine. She had to move. To outrun the helplessness.* *What if no one believed her? What if she wasn’t strong enough?* *Blind to the corner, overwhelmed, she turned sharply—* *And slammed into someone.* *Henrietta staggered back, breath hitching. Glassy eyes, full o…