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My voice is trembly and shaky when I speak, as I notice how quickly my heartbeat seems to be growing. Why the hell was she here.

"Y/n-" A small breath of relief leaves her as she sees me, though I avoid her eyes immediately.

I feel a streak of pain run through my body as I hear her voice say my name. That soft yet powerful voice she always had. That voice she had, that she gave me.

"Mum what are you doing here?" I mumble, staring at the ground rather than her eyes.

"Well- I've got news. I've got news and I knew you would ignore my letter," She says quietly, not daring to walk closer to me.

"Have you ever wondered why she would ignore it?" Pansy suddenly speaks, taking a step forward as her voice seems protective and angry.

"Pansy-" I mumble, silently begging her to stop.

"No Y/n! I'm not letting her fucking hurt you again!" She yells to me before turning back to face my mother. "Do you know what you did to your daughter!? Do you!?"

"Look Pansy dear I understand that-" My mother tries to calm her down.

"No! No you don't understand! You don't understand at all! I was the one who stuck with her the whole time she had to get over the loss of her mother! Merlin's beard not even the loss! She had to accept the fact that her mother fucking left her as if she wasn't worth staying for!" Pansy continues to yell, pointing between me and the lady she was talking about.

"Pansy-" I warn her again, my eyes still avoiding hers or my mothers.

"Do you know what kind of issues she could and did develop from you leaving her!? I mean-"

"Pansy!" I finally yell, grabbing her arm to stop her. "Please- please stop," I whisper, finally meeting her eyes with my slightly watery ones.

She tenses her jaw for a moment, searching my eyes. "Fine." She says before walking away from us and into the Slytherin dormitories.

Theres a moment of uncomfortable silence once she's gone, as my mum shifts around awkwardly.

"Well- wasn't that something," She huffs humorously as if the situation was at all funny.

"She was defending me." I say through gritted teeth, still staring at the ground.

"It was a bit dramatic though, no?" She awkwardly laughs quietly, taking a step closer to me.

"Was it? Was it dramatic?" I question, finally lifting my head to look her dead in the eyes.

She seems taken aback by the sight of me finally looking at her. I suppose the built up anger was definitely showing in my eyes at this moment.

"Well I think-"

"Because I'd argue she wasn't nearly dramatic enough." I lean my head to the side, furrowing my brows with anger as I cross my arms over my chest and take a step closer to her.

She swallows nervously at my words, now beginning to avoid my eye contact.

"Why the hell are you here mum? I'm not sure if we've made it clear yet, but you aren't wanted." I state, biting the inside of my cheek as a way of dealing with anger.

"Like I said- I've got news,"

"I heard the first time." I glare at her, taking a deep breath in.

"Y/n I really think we should discuss this somewhere el-"

"It'll hurt no matter where we are- so just... just tell me," I say quietly, feeling my eyes beginning to water again.

She sighs deeply, searching my eyes with sadness in hers.

"I'm getting married."

"What the actual fuck-" I begin in shock, though she interrupts me.

"Let me finish and then I will leave." She states, clearly not asking a question. I hesitate to let her, though nod my head slightly to silently tell her to go on.

"I'm getting married this winter, and I want you to be there, in the wedding. I'm not going to force it upon you to come, but you are my daughter, Y/n. I know I haven't been much of a mother to you recently but we're still family and I would greatly appreciate if you could show up." She states clearly, her voice firm yet sad.

"Isn't family supposed to love each other?" I mutter under my breath, once again staring at the ground.

I hear her exhale shakily, though I don't look as her shoes begin clicking on the ground. "I'll send my owl later today to receive a letter letting me know if you'll be there or not." She tells me, continuing to walk away.

After a few moments of silence, making sure she's gone, I hurry to into the Slytherin dormitories and to where I knew Pansy would be— our dorm.

"Merlin I don't know if I should cry or punch a wall," I huff humorously as I walk into the dorm, sitting on the edge of my bed. My hands begin to shake with panic as I try to process all of this, my heartbeat once again beating rapidly.

"What happened?" She asks, worry filling her voice as she quickly sits next to me.

"She's getting married." I say, trying my hardest not to cry. "She's getting married, and she wants me there for it."

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It took awhile for my body to stop shaking rapidly from the anxiety I was having, though I fell asleep immediately once I mentally could.

I wanted to cry. I wanted to throw up and take some sort of medicine to get rid of the sickening feeling in my stomach and throat that seemed as if it'd never leave.

Abandon. Divorce. Remarry.

That's what I'd guess my mother's checklist looked like, and good news for her, she had practically accomplished it. Plus there was another point she forgot to add: Absolutely break your daughters heart three whole times. Check.

It was impressive how much one could hurt someone. Though I suppose I should be used to it now, or at least get used to it. The chances of having a lifetime of heartbreak seemed to rise daily.

I'm more than mad at her. I hate what she's done, and I hate how often and how good she is at hurting me. But I don't hate her. I can't. I mentally, physically, and emotionally cannot hate her.

Once I wake up from my nap, I stare at the blank ceiling, continuing on with my thoughts.

I need to say goodbye to her. I need a way to be done with her, and have her out of my life. And for some reason, this seemed like a perfect way.

Once I hear the sound of wings flapping near my window, I close my eyes, taking a deep breath in before getting up and opening the window. The owl. Her owl.

I let the owl in, setting it on my bedside table as I grab a piece of parchment and a quill.

Dear mum,

I'll be there. I'll be at your wedding, and then I want you out. I want you out of my life, which includes no more talking to father. I'm done with being hurt by you, and the only way I know how to stop that is to say goodbye.

So, wedding and then out.

- Y./I.
(your initials)

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heyyyy;)

sad chapter :( like the chapter says, i promise that after this little event, her/your mom will be outta the story and we can say goodbye 😁🎉

i also promise that this wedding will bring something good for let's just say... a different couple other than the bride and groom... ;)

thank you for reading! i appreciate all of you more than you know, and i cannot believe i can say i have a like successful story ?! i love you and hope you have a wonderful week, mwahh!