“I most certainly have not forgotten that little she-wolf.” She refused to say the girl’s name. “I fed her, dressed her, tried to make her a little less ignorant about the world, and how did she repay me for my kindness? She helped murder my son.”
Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, it’s the best school of witchcraft there is I’ve heard - I’ve learned all the course books by heart. I just hope it will be enough - I’m Hermione Granger, by the way.
you know those fucked up characters?
the ones with backstories and emotions and mistakes and guilt and regret
you know, those really fucked up characters?
those are my babies