When she lifted her quill to write-shout at Bellatrix, Hannah had known it was a bad idea, yet had done so anyhow. She hadn't meant to actually read her journal, it had simply been open in the living room where she was hunting for movies for them to watch, but the familiar names, one hurtfully familiar and the other happily familiar, had caught her attention. After she had started, it had been hard not to continue, but she quickly she had reached the point where it was decided for her.
'...letting him end up like your mother.'
That had been the finally blow before tears blurred her vision too much to even respond more. One too many mentions of her mother, one too many bad memories of recent times and the past. One too many hurts.
Sinking to the floor, she wrapped her arms around her legs and pressed her face to her knees, her entire body shaking violently as she cried.