You were running as fast as your legs could carry you across the halls of Hogwarts, chased by those students who insistently ostracized you for being different. You couldn’t help that you were different, why did they have to be so cruel to you for it?

You felt tears sting your eyes as you ran, only being stopped by a hand that darted out from a hallway turn and pulled you into a hidden closet.

“Shh,” a young Hufflepuff boy whispered, cupping a hand over your mouth, “I’m not here to hurt you.”