A story in which Isabella Jenkins shows great potential from a young age. When Isabella's powers first appeared they were aggressive and violent. Her mother was a muggle and was scared and unsure of what to do with Isabella's unpredictable outbursts...
"It hurts, doesn't it? Being Lied to. Being told you're one thing and then learning it's all a fiction," - Loki Laufeyson
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When Remus returned back to the House the next day, I couldn't help but feel guilty whenever I saw him. I felt a bit bad for invading his personal space but I soon realized that If I was going to continue using my seer powers I'd have to get over it. So, after a few hours of debating, I decided to go and talk to Remus.
I found him in the courtyard reading. He looked as though he had been run over, to be honest.
This is when I realize yesterday must have been a full moon, which explained why Remus had left last night. I mentally facepalmed, I can't believe I didn't figure that out last night.
Remus's chair was facing away from me. I stood behind him, debating what to say. Just as about to say fuck it and leave Remus snapped his book closed.
"Can I help you, Bella?" He asked still facing away from me.
"Shit," I muttered before sighing and walking over to sit in front of Remus.
"Hi," I said avoiding eye contact.
"Well?" Remus asked setting his book down on the table.
"What?" I asked pretending to be oblivious.
"What do you want Isabella?" Remus deadpanned.
"Me? Nothing," I said innocently. Remus gave me a look.
"Fine. I wanted to ask you about the guardian thing," I said awkwardly. Remus sighed.
"Bella, I've already told you. You really don't want me to be your guardian. I mean look at me, my life's not exactly put together," He said gesturing to his faded and old clothing.
"I don't care about that!" I said huffing. "You're my godfather Remus! You're a good person-
"How do you know that?" Remus snapped irritated. "You've known me for what two weeks? How do you know what sort of person I am?"
"Why can't you just take the role?!" I said raising my voice.
"Why do you want it to be me so badly?!" Remus said also beginning to get louder.
"Because you're all I have!" I shouted before silence fell. That came out a lot more dramatic than intended.
"What are you talking about, you have plenty of other options," Remus said quieter.
"Yeah like who? My mum doesn't count- she's a muggle, my dad's dead, my godmothers are dead or deemed insane, my other godfathers are either dead or in prison for murder. And I sure as hell am not letting Dumbledore weasel his way into my life!" I listed waving my arms around angrily.
