Chapter 1:  Snape

Beauty is not gold.  That was the old saw my mother said to me the first time I came home from Muggle school crying about my looks, my jumble-sale clothes, and my unhygienic body. 
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2: Weasley

I don't know what he thinks of me. Hell, I don't even know what I think of myself most days. Everyday for the past fortnight or so, he's let me in with a scowl and that jerk of his head that he does. On my better days, I take the gesture for what it is, an acknowledgement of an unwelcome, if useful, guest. On my bad days, it comforts ( Read more... )