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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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┌──── " 💭 „ └➤Enola's POV
Dread. That's what I was feeling, dread dread dread. I was starting to feel bad about the way I acted towards my father and his 'friend'. I shouldn't because it was well deserved however I did. I really did- maybe it was the fact I had to face the consequences of my action or maybe it was the fact that my heart was slowly cracking due to my own decisions and I wanted nothing more than to curl up for eternity with no drama- either way; i'm such an idiot. How could I do that to Fred. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I repeated over and over again while slamming my head against the wall of carriage. I don't think I can ever rekindle whatever we had going on there. Stupid. stupid. stupid. Maybe I deserve whatever is coming to me.
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As the train slowed into the station I took a deep breath and stood up to collect my things. This should be interesting? Maybe?
Hopping off the train I was greeted with- oh him again.
"Hello Capella" said the man, who literally embodied the word honey, he had shown up at the orphanage last term. Think I'll call him Pooh.
"It's Enola..." "Ah sorry- Enola, I'm Remus, but I already knew that... come come, your father is waiting. "Right, nice to meet you"
What are the odds of him not waiting for me...
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"Your father did say he would be waiting- I wonder where he-" "Can you just show me where I'll be staying... please" "A-yes yes, follow me"
As we ascended the rickety stairs of grindamauds palace, I could help but feel numb, I mean it was no shocker he wasn't here, but I just didn't feel anything- which was new as I normally felt something, even if it was small.
"Ah here we are, this was your uncles room when he was younger, now he-" "Thanks" I said rather quickly not wanting to get into family story which I had absolutely no interest in. Poohs smile faltered slightly, while his eyes danced with pity. He was trying but it wasn't his job to, and I did feel guilty as you could see the poor fellow deflate at my lack of- anything, but you just can't force these things.
"Right I'll leave you to it, if you need anything I'll be in the kitchen downstairs" he said with his sickly sweet honey smile. "Oh and dinner is at 6"
"Thanks"
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┌──── " 💭 „ └➤Remus's POV
Flopping into the wooden chair, I couldn't help but feel deflated. She was squeezed of any hope and he- he made a lot of empty promises, not only to her but me as well. Holding my head in my hands I couldn't help but let a few tears slip. How could we both have messed up so badly. I have myself to blame as well as Sirius, I could've been there for her but I wasn't and now- now she's just so empty. She was sent home for her mental health for god sake. What have we done- and Sirius, he's not even here! His own daughter! I mean he didn't even send me the day I went to the orphanage. How could he be so wrapped up in someone else's child that he can't even see his breaking at the seams. What am I going to do...
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About four hours have passed since we had initially arrived and yet still no sign of Sirius. It was about an hour until dinner so I grasped myself as much as I could and made my way to the kitchen area of the kitchen/dining room. I was going to make soup, Enola didn't look like her body handle anymore than that, which was quite worrying. As I was chopping the onions and other various vegetables when the front door slammed shut.
"Mooney!"
I stopped what I was doing and closed my eyes desperately trying to calm the storm. Leaning back I turned around to see the man I was hoping to see HOURS ago.
"Sirius" I pushed on deathly calm.
"Oh Mooney look what I've got for Harry, it's a jumper for his broom! Isn't it marvellous hahaha"
"Sirius"
"Oh he's going to love-"
"Sirius", I repeated again hoping the twit would get that I was pissed off.
"What what", he wined like a child- which he is.
"Seriously? I've been here for hours, waiting for you!"
"Oh but Mooney look", rubbing the red knitted jumper in my face, to which I smacked away.
"I have your daughter upstairs whom you were supposed to welcome" I whispered with venom in my voice, I was beyond angry, did he forget or something, I told him before I left?!?
"Oh she's fine mooneykins no need to worry, it Harry you should be worrying about, he's so brave, and gone through so much at a young age he needs it and-"
"She been sent home BECAUSE OF MENTAL health, are you stUPIED!" I said trying my best to whisper as the girl in question was just upstairs.
"Oh that'll be nothing psh, probably just got broken up with she'll be spic and span in no time, you'll see"
"I can't believe what I'm hearing, oh my- I- have no words. Get out"
"This is my house"
"GeT OUT now Sirius or I swear to the moon I'll hex you" I snapped. As the man child stormed off out the door I couldn't help but cover my mouth with my hand in disbelief.
