Do you know how weird it is using my dads laptop and writing on Wattpad? I'm on incognito and I PRAY THAT HE DOESN'T FIND OUT WHEN I GIVE IT BACK TO HIM. I NEED MY LAPTOP BACK BAD

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(y/n) - your name

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"Shush! She's waking up!" the twins slap a hand over Ron's and Harry's mouths, Hermione and Ginny snickering as the group goes silent when (y/n) starts waking up. She groans and rubs her head to ease the pounding headache, sitting up on the couch and just sitting there. It was the first time in a long while she actually felt safe enough to get some sleep, no more staying up all through the night to make sure nothing happens to her. It was the first time she hadn't had a nightmare either... something didn't feel right.

"What did you do to me?" she asks, tiredly looking at the Weasley's and they pale.

"How'd she know!?" Ron whispers and Ginny smacks the upside of his head.

"It's nothing bad princess. Hermione just gave you some sleeping draught that would help with the nightmares." Fred says, George wincing when he remembered her screams last night.

"You drugged me...?" everyone pales noticing the fear in the Hufflepuffs eyes as she slowly gets up from the couch, huddling close to the cloak as she steps away from them.

"(y/n), I'm sorry-" Hermione tears up when (y/n) flinches away from her, the girl trembling.

She couldn't trust anyone... not even her friends...

"Princess-"

"-stay away from me!" she cries out, jumping away from the front door that slams open and she dashes up the stairs in fear of the Death Eaters coming back for her.

"Shit..." Harry mumbles out as Hagrid who walked through the front door looked at the kids with confusion.

"What? What happened?" the giant asks.

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"Knock Knock..." Hagrid whispers, knocking on the bedroom door gently before he opens it. He looks around the dimly lit room, only illuminated by the light of the moon through the open window. He searched through the dark, finding a hovering cloak and he frowns when he hears sniffles. "(y/n)...?" he keeps his voice low, kneeling down to the floor in front of her with a heavy gruff. She grips the cloak around her tighter before rippling into view. The giant was amazed by the girls powers but pushed that aside. She had hidden herself away the entire day, terrified to come face to face with anyone. "Are you hungry?" he asks her and she shakes her head but her stomach rumbled.

It was strange, sometimes she didn't need to eat and sometimes she did. In this case... without the ability to use her powers, her body desired humanly things.

"Dinner is downstairs... or would you like me to bring a plate up here?"

She didn't know what to choose.

She hated the lonely room, terrified of what could come after her but it was her solace from people, to hide away in.

"They won't hurt you (y/n). You know us, your school friends... the Weasley's..."

She knew them yes...

They wouldn't hurt her... would they...?

No, not like the Death Eaters.

She shudders, trying to rid them from her mind before nodding. Hagrid helped (y/n) up on her feet, guiding her back downstairs when she was hit with the smell of sweet cinnamon and warmth of a fire crackling. Her skin rippled from the warmth, welcoming it as she peeked over the banister. The Order, the Weasleys and the trio were all having dinner together, spread out across the kitchen and the living room.

"Hey poppet." Tonks smiles at the girl, gently holding her hands to check the bandages were on tight. "Want something to eat?" the younger girl shrugs, tailing behind the older woman to show her the spread but she shies away from it. It looked good, better than the stale bread she was given and even then she never ate it. Learned the harsh lesson the first time she was drugged. "What about some sweets poppet?" Tonks tried to get the girl to eat, seeing her eye the packet of cookies.

It was sealed in a packet, there was no way it could be poisoned or drugged.

"Here you go dear." Molly hands the packet to (y/n) but frowned realising she wouldn't be able to hold it. "I'm so sorry-"

"I can help her." Fleur smiles at the girl when she nods, the two older woman following (y/n) as she sat on the floor with her back against the wall. They sat on either side of her, noticing how she eyed the windows and the doors like she was determining how to escape if she needed to.

The golden trio and the Weasley kids all frown as (y/n) blatantly avoids them. "You had to tell her about the sleeping draught." George berates Fred who winces.

"She doesn't trust us." Ron sighs out.

"What do we do?" Harry asks.

"Wait. That's all we can do. We need to give her time." Hermione mutters with a frown.

"After all she went through... what if she never lets us in again?" Ginny says and the friends frown.

"Whatever she chooses, we will respect it." Fred says.

"But we should try to help her. She can't live in fear like this." George argues back, the twins fighting now.

"You two enough! It's your brothers wedding in a couple days and we will not ruin it by fighting in this house hold!" Molly yells at her kids and they simmer.

"Yes mother."

"Wedding?" (y/n) asks, Fleur nodding after she feeds her the cookies.

"Bill and I are getting married." the younger girl smiles at the news, congratulating the former Beauxbaton student.

"Are you married?" (y/n) asks Tonks who grins at her news, showing her the ring on her finger.

"Yes poppet. Remus and I. And in fact... I'm with child." the younger girl gasps happily at the news but quickly quietens down when Tonks asks her to keep it a secret from now on. The couple wants to surprise everyone.

"I promise to keep the secret."

"Pinky promise?" Tonks ask and (y/n) falters, looking at the older girls raised pinky. She remembers back to all the promises she had kept with her friends and Draco. Promising them a happy ending and happy lives with the people they love.

I promised them...

I can't go back on them... on Draco. He's supposed to be happy... I promised he would be... I promised that he would be safe, that everyone stays safe.

(y/n) hides her pain as she curls her pinky around Tonks, promising one more time for everyone.

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It was a new morning filled with excitement in the air as (y/n) groggily walks downstairs, rubbing the sleep from her eyes after a night of finally having no nightmares. A rarity in the last couple nights. She heard voices downstairs and peeked over to see some old guy talking to the golden trio. He passed them items that the now deceased headmaster bestowed to them in his will before leaving the trio to reminisce.

"(y/n)!" Hermione quickly stands up but apologises when her friend flinches back.

"Morning dear. We have your belongings." Molly greets the girl who blinks at her in confusion.

"You do?"

"Draco... he dropped everything off." Harry whispers when he walks up to (y/n) after Molly left.

"He did...?"

"He thought it would all be safe here instead of Hogwarts." Hermione explains, leading the girl back up to the room where all her belongings were. They entered the room to reveal all her items easily fitting in a small space. But there was something new that caught her eyes. (y/n) walked up to the dark green tulle dress that hung on a mannequin, the soft fabric reaching the floor. It had a beautiful beaded corset, the straps decorated by feathery tulle and flowers.

"It's beautiful..."

"He got it for you..." Hermione says as she walked over to pluck the letter off the mannequin arm to read it. "He wanted to take you far away from all this, take you to Paris where you would live together..."

(y/n) tears up as her friend showed her the letter.

(y/n), my love and my heart.

I hope this dress finds you well. I had gotten this as a surprise for you at the end of Year 5... before everything that had happened. Before all the pain I... all the pain I made you go through...

I saw this dress and thought of you wearing it around our unit in Paris, holding you in my arms and seeing how wonderful you would look.

And maybe... the dress I would propose to you in. I know we are still young but that is a future I dreamed for us, my dream with you as my wife.

I didn't want all this heartache and hurt... I thought if I stayed away from you, they wouldn't hurt you but they did and I wish I got you out sooner.

Now I know that in order for you to live, I can't be with you. I know you promised to be by my side but not if it costs you your life.

My love, I need to know that you are alive and well. Please live... please don't try and come to me. As long as I know that you are free, that is all I ask.

Your love, your heart, your husband in another life.

~D.M

"(y/n)!" Hermione gasps as the girl falls to the floor in tears, clutching her necklace as she cried for her love, cried for the broken dream of them being together even if she knew it was never meant to be. "I'm so sorry..." Hermione holds her friend in her arms, being heartbroken herself seeing how hurt (y/n) was. She knew how perfect the Hufflepuff and the Slytherin were, but it seems as if their love was forbidden in this world.