dursley [h. g.]

••dursley•• || cool headed

Kendra was admittedly very smug when Mrs. Weasley banned her from doing any sort of cleaning in the house. Though she couldn't say they were best friends, she could say she did playfully relish in the glare that Ron gave her as she sat on the back couch while everyone else cleaned.

"I don't get why you get to sit back there and lounge while the rest of us slave away like house-elves," Ron whined. Hermione glared at him, ready to berate him for his mention of house elves when cut her off. "It's an expression! Bloody hell."

"I bribed everyone here," Kendra said dryly, unmoving
from her mostly horizontal position on the couch. "That's how you get out of work, Ronald."

Ron grumbled about how she had to be lying, but Kendra didn't miss the small smile that Hermione wore as she tried to pry open the small locket they had just pulled from a cabinet.

"You sound remarkably like Lily did," Sirius said thoughtfully. He didn't explain himself, he just continued to sort things into bags with a far away look on his face.

It wasn't the first time that Kendra had been told that she reminded people of her late aunt- a woman who she had never even met, mind. The first was by her mother, who spoke so rarely of her dead sister that most people were under the impression that she had grown up an only child. When she did speak of Lily, it was never a compliment. Her jealousy lived on despite the death of her sister, and it had festered into hate. However, after Petunia had drunk a whole bottle of wine, she was much more loose lipped to the person watching over her, which was (at the time) an eight year old Kendra.

The rest of the day passed with a terribly boring monotony. After Mrs. Weasley brought sandwiches up (as well as a salad for Kendra), Kendra went back to her room to try and write a letter to Theodore. She wasn't sure exactly what to say- she was sure that the return of Lord Voldemort had a profound impact on his home life.

Theodore, she started, trying to keep it as vague as possible in case her letter was read by someone else.

Thank you for all of your help with the spider parliament- I think the operation is basically a go now. I'm sorry I haven't written to you much in the past few months, but I've been rather busy- I've got to stay nimble! I hope your breath smells better than it did and if not, I'll come all the way over there and kick the habit for you. Good luck with your special someone- I know you two will make a fine match, one worthy of respect. You don't have to write me back if you can't. Just send the owl back with something so I know you've read this. I hope that's not too much trouble. Can't wait to see you at school.

Lots of love,

Your Knobby-Knee'd Friend

Kendra hoped she had been vague enough that if Mr. Nott got his hands on it, he'd have no clue what it was about or who it was from. She tried to make it seem as uppity and pure-blood sounding as she possibly could so she didn't immediately put herself as a muggle born that way. She made her way down the hall and knocked on the door of the room that Harry and Kendra shared.

Luck must have been on her side because Harry was in his room, staring angstily at his wall. "Hey, Harry," Kw sea said very sweetly.

"What do you want?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes and catching on immediately. She waved the letter in her hand.

"Can I borrow Hedwig?" Kendra asked sweetly.

"Who're you writing to?" Harry asked, already undoing the latch to Hedwig's cage.

"Does it matter?" Kendra asked, feeling defensive.

"It shouldn't? Who're you writing to, Kendra? Why don't you want me to know?" Harry asked, narrowing his eyes. Kendra huffed. Maybe he hadn't cared before but he most certainly did now. "Kendra..."

"Fine, if you must know, I'm writing to Theodore," Kendra sniffed. Harry's reaction was instant, and comparable to one of Kendra's father's. He went slightly purple in the face and his upper lip trembled. Theodore had been the subject of all of their arguments in the past few weeks. Harry knew his father was a Death Eater, and she knew that Theodore was more than his father.

"Kendra, how many times have we-" Harry started.

"If you must know, I'm breaking up with him," Kendra snapped. "Now, I would really rather not have this silly argument again when it doesn't even matter anymore, so may I please borrow Hedwig?"

Harry begrudgingly handed her the owl, to which she tied her shirt note to. "This better be the last letter you send him," Harry grumbled.

"To Theodore Nott," Kendra instructed, ignoring Harry. "Bare careful, and if he sends you back with something, bring it straight to me." Hedwig hooted once and flew out the open window, already a dot disappearing amongst the towers of the city.

Kendra shot Harry once last scathing look before she marched out of his room and back into her's. It was empty and pleasantly dark. Kendra lay herself down on her bed, despite not being tired. And instead of sleeping, she dreamed with her eyes open, her mind picturing all sorts of lives that she might have in the future- all of them with Hermione Granger.

a/n: a terrible chapter- there are a few fillers in a row here but I'm trying to make them interesting. Lil bit about Kendra's childhood trauma. by the way thanks for 30k reads on this story. also I love seeing all the names of the reading lists that this book gets added to cause um... hello LGBT community

sorry I didn't update this sooner. I just found out that the person I was talking to (like in a romantic way, we were outright flirting with each other) is in a relationship that he wasn't in when we started talking. It sort of hurts to think that I was just his second choice. I guess I shouldn't be surprised, that's what I get for being cursed to like men 😐🖐 (sorry to the 2% of my readers that are men). anyways it was sort of hard to get into the right headspace without making it just abt myself, so I compromised with this paragraph.

{also I just published a Ginny Weasley story is called scream 😳 suitable for lgbt audiences if you get what I mean😏🖐}

anyways the meme

DID SOMEBODY SAY DRACO MALFOY

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