Freya was a completely happy bubbly child. but that all changed when she found out her dad was Voldemort. find out how she deals with grief, resentment, and hatred. when she's faced with life or death will she choose to go with her father last minut...
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I was sitting on the train, laying on hermione. Ron may be giving me dirty looks but i couldn't care less. For all I know I could die this summer. But the more that I think of it the better it might be, although I don't want to die at the hands of Tom it might be nice to be able to rest. I don't even know how to describe what i feel right now, i'm sad but at the same time i don't feel it. But I do know that right now I feel safe in hermione's lap and arms, my one leg hanging off the seat.
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I can't help but feel that she's scared to let me go, like I'll just get up and leave forever without a second glance. If anything I should be scared she's going to leave but even if she did i wouldn't be mad at her. I slowly closed my eyes and let exhaustion take over in her warm embrace. For once I'm not afraid to sleep....
Hermione's P.O.V: As I feel Freya's body relax I look down to see a soft smile on her face, sleeping. She looks so peaceful my heart could melt. Lately when she's with anyone but the three people who she trusts she has a stoic expression, empty, cold, emotionless. She may push people away so that she can be alone, or goes out of her way to avoid people but I know the real her. She wants to talk to people and be friends with them but is too scared. I understand why she's in a hufflepuff despite her temper. Her kindness outweighs her fury, anger, temper, and sadness, maybe even her smarts. I know that in private we talk about everything she's feeling, it breaks my heart to hear what she thinks about herself. I always reassure her and she seems at peace with me but as soon as we're apart her negative feelings come back. Im glad im her escape but at the same time i wish other people could see the real her, not as a bad person or voldemorts daughter. She told me everything. I am disgusted, angry, and stuck. How do I help someone who's given up on getting better, running away, standing up for themselves? But i know she's not all sad her smile still lights up the room, she still is the little goofball who loves to make me smile, she might have changed but she's still the same. "Why does she always wear that stupid necklace" i heard ron say, snapping me out of my thoughts. "It's not stupid, it's rather pretty. And for your information it's a gift from someone important to her.'' I seid, I think she told him and harry when we were all together before school started but he seems to have forgotten, or my memory deceives me. Which could have happened. Harry just glances up and gives ron a look then goes back to looking out the window. This year may have been a wild ride but it was nice. I quickly realized that there were vines growing around her starting at her feet and stopping at her thighs, flowers scattered in her hair. It was like something out of a disney movie. She looks so pretty. I had to take a picture, I may have brought a wizards camera that my parents bought for me when they found out I was looking at it. Somehow they converted muggle money into wizards. So I ended up with a camera that I've been using to capture my favorite memories. As I looked at the newly moving picture the more peaceful she looked, a faint pink tint on her cheeks, hair spread out around her some in her face(her hair was quite long now it's to her mid-back), flowers blooming, her faint breaths as she rose up and down, and her small smile. Ron may have looked at me weird but harry gave me a soft smile.
I wanted wholesomeness in this rollercoaster of emotions ok so dont judge.
