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╰┈➤ ❝ You'll never have me you lying bastard ❞
The daughter of Sirius Black tries to fend off love.
Will she prevail or will she fall into its pits of intoxication?
May include:
⁀➷ Sexual content
⁀➷ Mental health issues
⁀➷ Drug use...
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Time skip to the summer (three quarters way through) before the TriWizard tournament because I'm lazy :p
┌──── " 💭 „ └➤Enola's POV。
To conclude everything that had happened- well it wasn't much. I gave them some information they were looking for via books, cause like hell I was going to explain it to them, I mean don't get me wrong i'd happily explain it in full detail to Hermione, but the other two- no bloody way in merlin. My conclusion of the two is Harry is oblivious to things that are right in front of him and Ron is well Ron (dumb as shit).
I did also give them one of my most prized possessions that I 'found' in the first year, a time-Turner. It's a very handy magical object and has saved me from many situations, ugh, I want it back to be honest, god what an idiot I am.
Oh did I forget to mention my Dad, Sirius has made a magical appearance- sorry tend to let the little details slip, oops. Anyways he's back, and the story behind that was chaotic, or so I've been told. Lucky for me I wasn't involved.
Long story short he's a free man now since the rat (Peter Pettigrew) was caught and shipped off to, who knows. Anywhoooo- he's all over Harry, his god son- living together in perfect harmony blah blah blah.
I mean why would I care that? I hate the guy, however him not even trying to contact just further my hate and justifies it, oh well who needs him? his loss, plus I'm an independent women, I mean I taught myself how to cook, clean, fight, spells and so much more, not to mention becoming a massive piece of shit, what an achievement! HA!
Back to the present, currently it was about a two weeks until I had to go back to Hogwarts- well at least I think it is, should probably check that, yikes.
┌──── " 💭 „ └➤Nobody's POV。
sat in the grey, stubby, underfunded orphanage sat Enola. She was curled up by a candle that levitated above her by the window seat, she was reading one of her favourite books, credence. She was very engrossed in the book, not breaking her concentration even when she a cigg up to her cracking lips; however this did cause her to burn bits of the book from time to time, from the ash falling off the end of her cigg, which caused her to let out a string of curse words.
However that trance was soon completely shattered by a crack, and then a knock. Great. That only meant one thing to Enola, a wizard/witch, and considering non of her 'friends' knew where she lived, it meant trouble.
Groaning she got up from her comfy crevice she got up, but instantly hissed when her bare feet touched the cold wood. It was quite cold, so the youngster hugged herself while strolling to the door.
Her outfit really was not fitting for the occasion of the visitor or in general. It was thin pale tank that nearly matched her complexion and a pair of mustardy/reddish shorts that really needed to be binned due to how worn they were.
She soon approached the old, creaky door that was crimson, much to the girls amusement. She thought it was quite fitting the door was that colour due to the mere fact it looked like it was straight out of a horror film.
Opening the door she was met by a scruffy man who had sandy hair and many scars. She was perplexed, why was her professor here?
"Can I help you?" She asked screwing her eyebrows up in confusion.
"ah, forgive me for the intrusion, I'm Remus Lupin, I was your old professor at Hogwarts" he stated rather confidently, which the girl did not like.
"I know who you are" she rolled her eyes, "but why are you here"
"Well you never turned up to any of my lessons...for the whole term" he said kind of bitterly.
"That still doesn't tell me why you're here", the girl was getting rather irritated at this point, she just wanted to go back to her book. The man however was having a bit of de ja vu, she reminded him so much of her parents, sweet Anita he thought.
"I've come collect you and bring you to your father, he would have come himself but he was too busy with Harry, you see-"
This statement lit a fire in the girls stomach, it was pure rage, so to let all this anger out she slammed the door right in his nose with a flare of sass, obviously.
The man kept knocking, but was ignored as Enola had decided 1. she'd rather die a painful death than willingly hang out with her father and 2. she just didn't like the man who was her old professor.
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The summer was coming to a closer and thankfully Enola hadn't heard from a wink from her father or anyone who was tied to him, she might have gone insane if she had as she thought the whole situation was rather snooze.
She had just finished packing to go back to school as she was returning tomorrow, to which she was kinda happy about as it would be a nice change in scenery. The Scottish moors were beautiful, from its old obscure building to its endless grassy hills. The only downside to going back to school was having to deal with drama she had been avoiding like the plague- and not only that but the Triwizard tournament that she only happened to know about due to the school having no parent to tell, so that meant unlike the rest it wouldn't be a surprise, how sad. Enola wouldn't even call it a surprise though as it wasn't positive in her mind, no it was just annoying- too many people.
Much to her dismay she still had to go school this year, even if she wished she could just stay at the tattered orphanage, which was basically empty. Oh to avoid her issues.
