Fragile

There’s absolutely no way Harry didn’t come out more damaged from the abuse. Also I wanted a Fem!Harry fiction to read so I thought why not try to write it myself. Leave me tips on how you want the story to go. I’m always open to suggestions. Enjoy.

Severus Snape knew this year would be his worst. He had been dreading it for sometime yet also remained a bit excited. A mini female james would walk in and she’d be just a horrible, just as crude, and just as terrible as him. However this time he’d be able to fight back more effectively.

Wrong quill ink, Potter? 20 points from Gryffindor.

Your potion is a half a shade off. 30 points from Gryffindor.

Your essay is a centimeter shy of the asked length. 20 points.

He could feel himself growing more anxious in his seat though on the outside the cool, calm facade he wore stayed strong. This year would be his best yet. This year he’d finally be able to get those terrible memories from his past Hogwarts years out of his head. James’ spawn wouldnt know what hit her.

Lissy Potter was a thin, petite, and fragile girl. Due to her small stature, the cupboard underneath the stairs where she used to reside in was never too cramped. Her single bed which had taken up more than half of the dusty old room was always just a bit too big. In fact, everything in her life seemed just a bit too big. The hand me down clothes Aunt Petunia would gift her from either the older woman herself or Dudley, the wooden cupboard which she used to call her room, the glasses she adorned on her small, thin face. All of it was just a bit too big.

Except now everything was way too big. The station was crowded and though Lissy was used to independence (she’d make grocery trips all by herself) the amount of people that were lingering here and there and their stature which was always so very much taller than her sent a panic straight through her body. She had never been around so many people at once before (besides one single trip to Diagon Alley with a very big man named Hagrid) due to the Dursleys shame of her. It was a unique experience and Lissy found that she did not like it at all. The hustle and bustle of those around her and the yelling and the ushering were absolutely terrifying. Her hands, which were clenched around her woolen school skirt (completely new, she found herself surprised at as it wasn’t something she’d experienced before) were turning a pale white and Lissy wanted nothing more in the world than to just disappear because she was just so so scared. So instead, she just froze.

It was another 20 minutes before she saw a ginger haired woman shouting across King’s Cross about muggles and how packed the train station was. Having heard the same word from Hagrid before, Lissy pushed herself out of her frozen state and followed behind quietly, a nervous tension building in her tummy. It was a big family so the new addition wasn’t anything to notice (she blended in quite well if you forgave her jet black hair) yet her hands still felt oddly shaky as well as her knees. She didn’t want them to get annoyed with her or to be angry but to ask for help would be a bother to them. She’d just watch and learn, she thought, trying to breathe calmly.

At least that’s what she told herself before she saw them all walking into a wall.

Lissy felt her heart stop.

Did she miss something? Was there some sort of incantation you needed to recite before doing so? Did they suddenly see her and decided to pull a fast one? Was Hagrid playing a cruel joke? Maybe there wasnt a school for people like her. She swallowed dryly.

It’s fine! She thought angrily to herself, wiping at the tears that slid down her cheeks and fogged up her glasses. Taking a deep breath, Lissy approached the wall hesistantly, placing her hand upon it ever so slightly only for her stomach to drop as her hand pushed right through.

“Oh” she breathed in surprise, pushing her way through to discover an even more crowded station.

What had this big man gotten her into?