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Y/N is fifteen, with her sixteenth birthday approaching quickly. In another life, she would be worrying about dresses, presents, parties and what the future might hold. Instead, she has spent the past two months living with a secret. Letters keep arriving. Some are short. Others are disturbingly detailed. Every one contains threats against her—promises that she will be kidnapped, attacked and publicly ruined. Her parents have involved the Aurors, but because the investigation is confidential, the wider wizarding community knows nothing. Y/N becomes increasingly withdrawn, pretending everything is normal whenever anyone asks. Her best friend is the one person who eventually notices. One afternoon, he finds the letters after they are accidentally left where he can see them. He reads enough to understand what has been happening and is horrified that Y/N has been carrying it alone. Rather than pity her, he decides to give her something she desperately needs: somewhere the threats cannot reach her. He secretly organises a pre-birthday trip to Bora Bora. For a few precious days, Y/N gets to forget about the letters, the Auror investigation and the expectations surrounding her family. She swims, explores, laughs and remembers what it feels like to be sixteen before she has even reached her birthday. Her best friend makes one promise above everything else: He will get her home safely for her actual birthday. For a brief moment, everything feels almost normal. Then they return to Britain. At a formal pure-blood dinner party, conversation turns towards Y/N. Old prejudices surface, and someone cruelly accuses her of being a ‘player’ and a ‘slag’, implying that her behaviour reflects badly upon her family and questioning whether she is even worthy of being considered proper pure-blood society. Y/N doesn’t shout. She doesn’t cry. She simply sits there, completely still. Then she tells them about the letters. About the threats. About the Auror investigation. A