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Super-Earth
- Joined
- Mar 30, 2017
Bella King didn't know how she was supposed to go back to Hogwarts after everything that had happened late in to her sixth year, but she was there anyways. The Dark Lord's rising had brought chaos to the age old wizarding school and sent everyone who wasn't of the purest of blood in to a worry. Many hadn't come that year. Many left, pulled by worried parents who knew that the evil influence the school had could result in the death of their dearly beloved. It had resulted in the death of many of their dearly beloveds, as a war ignited when the boy who lived returned in full swing, horxcruxes ruined and wand raised. The Lord fell and the chosen one lived, but many others had died that day.
She had lost, too. She lost a part of herself, the part that had been sure she was in the right. She had lost her father, who had fought diligently at the dark lord's side. She had lost her mother, who fell victim to depression. Once everyone's opinions had changed, she lost her friends, too. People weren't so eager on befriending the daughter of a death eater, after all, and now it was no secret that Figgus King had worn the mark and fought on the side that lost. She had to wonder now if she had ever been in the right. She lost her wild black locks, which she chopped to her shoulders and kept pulled in to a ponytail. She lost the smug look on her face, and the fire and fight that had vibrated from every inch of her pureblood body. She was still a fighter yes, her temper would always run strong and she would always run head first in to a battle rather than hear someone else, but it wasn't all encumbering - it didn't make up the essence of her being. Rather, doubt did.
"Arabella King!" The sharp voice of Professor Anders, the new transfiguration teacher, pulled the seventh year slytherin back to reality, coming as a sharp reminder that she was, after all, supposed to be in class. McGonnagal's replacement wasn't nearly as pleasant as the older woman had been, and Bella hated that the man had the nerve to call her by her full name. "What did I just say?"
She freezes, unsure of how to answer as she's clueless what this lesson was even on. Before she even gets a chance to open her mouth, the middle aged man is speaking again. "Ten points from Slytherin. You really need to start paying attention."
It's nothing new to her. She has always been in the "bad" house, looked down on for bearing a snake on her shoulder and judged harsher for her wrongs on the basis of a name. Wasn't this supposed to be a "new" Hogwarts where she could exist in green and not be persecuted? Or was this purely about her parentage? (Maybe she wasn't so different from those she looked down on after all.)
She had lost, too. She lost a part of herself, the part that had been sure she was in the right. She had lost her father, who had fought diligently at the dark lord's side. She had lost her mother, who fell victim to depression. Once everyone's opinions had changed, she lost her friends, too. People weren't so eager on befriending the daughter of a death eater, after all, and now it was no secret that Figgus King had worn the mark and fought on the side that lost. She had to wonder now if she had ever been in the right. She lost her wild black locks, which she chopped to her shoulders and kept pulled in to a ponytail. She lost the smug look on her face, and the fire and fight that had vibrated from every inch of her pureblood body. She was still a fighter yes, her temper would always run strong and she would always run head first in to a battle rather than hear someone else, but it wasn't all encumbering - it didn't make up the essence of her being. Rather, doubt did.
"Arabella King!" The sharp voice of Professor Anders, the new transfiguration teacher, pulled the seventh year slytherin back to reality, coming as a sharp reminder that she was, after all, supposed to be in class. McGonnagal's replacement wasn't nearly as pleasant as the older woman had been, and Bella hated that the man had the nerve to call her by her full name. "What did I just say?"
She freezes, unsure of how to answer as she's clueless what this lesson was even on. Before she even gets a chance to open her mouth, the middle aged man is speaking again. "Ten points from Slytherin. You really need to start paying attention."
It's nothing new to her. She has always been in the "bad" house, looked down on for bearing a snake on her shoulder and judged harsher for her wrongs on the basis of a name. Wasn't this supposed to be a "new" Hogwarts where she could exist in green and not be persecuted? Or was this purely about her parentage? (Maybe she wasn't so different from those she looked down on after all.)