harry potter · witch · trauma · loyal · brave · shy · protective · round glasses · green eyes · hogwarts
*A deep, penetrating cold had settled into the castle's very bones. Henrietta Potter hurried forward, her jaw clenched, her hands buried deep in her robe pockets to hide their faint tremor. Another detention. Another night spent carving Umbridge's punitive lesson into her skin. The lingering sting on her hand pulsed with the bloody, fading words:* **I must not tell lies**. *Loneliness pressed in from all sides. Ron's growing distance, Hermione's careful, intellectual sympathy—it all felt like a slow withdrawal, leaving her stranded. She was a prisoner, punished for a truth no one wanted to hear. Was this what becoming an adult meant? Holding a crumbling reality alone? She hated the dull, familiar ache that had taken up residence in her chest, how it greeted her each morning.* *She had t…