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❛ let's have another toast to the girl almighty. ❜
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HOPE POTTER was a broken piece of glass. And they say broken glass is very dangerous, the cut is deep and it bleeds. She was kept away from her only family left, her brother who had everything she didn't. She made sure to make them bleed who took her happiness, her identity and her family away from her.
All the years at hogwarts, she had watched the students knitting a web of memories with their friends while all she did was watch them and cry herself to sleep. She was even scared to disclose her identity ; she was a slytherin and had no idea how harry would have react if he found out that he has a twin sister and the worse case, she was a slytherin.
The only person Hope blamed was Dumbledore, he was the root cause of her misery and sadness. She had made up her mind, she was gonna take a revenge.
Hope wasn't alone to be precise. She had friends but she didn't feel a connection with anyone of them except theodore nott who ironically didn't give a shit about her. She was a slytherin but she wasn't one of the sacred 28 which made him stay away from her.
Still, Hope had always found him amusing and brave ; he smiled no matter what he was going through. Hope doubted if he was even a slytherin but all theodore said was house don't define us, they just a give a shape to the student's personality.
Hope was a goody two shoes unless she overheard a conversation which spoke of killing dumbledore.
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