"It's not who you are born as, it's who you grow up to be."
The war ended and serenity returned for almost fourteen years in the wizard world. Everyone knew the name Harry Potter, praised it even. He had defeated Voldemort and that was that. Thoug...
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Honora sat in the courtyard kicking her legs back and forth, staring at the Daily Prophet. Her, Harry and Dumbledore's face had been plastered on every inch of newspaper that had been published the last few days. Even more so than usual, she felt sick to her stomach. Looking at the picture made her feel worse. The moving image of her and Harry looking absolutely terrible. Both covered in his own blood, their hair stringy with that, dirt and water and Dumbledore pulling the pair away. Less than a moment after beginning to think how sick she was, she knew she was going to hurl. Honora leaned quickly over and tossed her stomach belongings into the potted plant next to her.
"–Look in the mirror, did ya?"
Honora shot her head up to glare at the person but regretting it immediately because she felt a wave of dizziness come over her. "Look at you, you're a mess." Ginny plopped down next to her and grimaced at the potted plant which was now covered in throw up.
"Oh good you're out of the hospital wing. .I was beginning to worry about you lot." Honora tried to smile and ignored her comment but then got the feeling of sickness in her stomach again. Honora coughed up what was left of the bile stuck in her throat before grimacing to herself once more. Poor Harry. .poor Sirius. She couldn't help but feel queasy thinking about Sirius fall into the Veil over and over again. All because her own mother shot him with that spell.
"We're fine. .How are you holding up. .?" Ginny frowned looking Honora up and down and trying to advert her gaze from the Prophet that lay in her lap.
"Gin–this year sucked." Honora wiped her mouth with her sleeve grimacing at the awful taste in her mouth. "Yeah of course it did, Cedric dies and then you have to live with the Malfoys. Then Sirius. .Who wouldn't want to kill themselves?"
"Thanks for the words of encouragement, they really help."
"No I'm serious Hon. We're impressed how well you're. .dealing. And now with your mum–"
"Please. Can we not talk about it? I'm trying not to think about anything." The two of them sat in silence for a moment before Honora sighed. She was thinking about it, thinking about everything. Sirius was dead and it was because of her mother. .The look on Harry's face was now permanently etched in Honora's head. How could Harry not partially blame her for something now? That was her mum, her mum killed the only person Harry had ever known as a parent. Godric he's going to hate me. Honora thought to herself but remembered she was mid conversation with Ginny.
"–But thanks Gin." She finally said.
"You know, you could come stay with us. I mean I'm sure Ron would be a little wench about it but Fred, George and me would love to have you."
"I really wish I could. I barely survived the two weeks at Christmas with the Malfoys, I can't even begin to imagine how I'm going to get through this Summer."
"Well you have an owl, and I'm sure the Malfoys have brooms or floo powder! You're always welcome–but c'mon the feast is starting, why don't you try and eat something. Might settle your stomach."
