{Wow...Sorry, this is like super short!}
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"Is he going to hurt you?" She asked and pulled out of our hug. I actually had to think about that one.
"I don't think so hun; not physically." I answered and sat down on the floor with her.
"What do you mean?" She questions as her eyebrows knitted together.
"It hurts here," I told her and pointed to my heart. "But not anywhere else." I answered. "Don't worry about me though. I'll be fine." I said and then started tickling her. Tickling always makes life better. We sat and talked for a while longer and then I had to get back to work. Once I was done shelving I went back to where Lisa was sitting behind the counter.
"Do you know who that man was that left earlier?" She asked me, obviously suspicious of his presence.
"No." I lied and shook my head. She seemed to pick up on that.
"Isabella." She said knowingly. I sighed.
"Okay, yes I know who he is, but I...don't want to talk about it." I said and stared out the front doors.
"Did he do something to you?" She asked in a serious tone. Lisa is only about twenty-five so she's still cool. She's really more like a cousin or older sister than an aunt.
"Yes, he terrorized my life and just the mention of him makes me want to stab myself." I answered harshly.
"Well, who is he? And why do I need to plan how I'm going to kill him?" She asked angrily.
"Oh, you can't kill him Lisa. His name is Fenrir. He..." The look she gave me made me stop. "What?" Then I caught on. "Oh Merlin, Lisa! You knew all those years and you didn't tell me?" I can't believe my own aunt wouldn't tell me who he was. I had the right to know who murdered my parents and sister.
"I'm sorry, Isabella. I thought that if you knew his name it would haunt you and make things worse." She apologized. I sighed and looked around the room.
"Whatever, I don't care anymore. I found out on my own." I said and picked up a book from the counter.
"Isabella..." I held up a hand to stop her.
"Don't worry about it, Lisa. I'm fine." I told her and started reading. For the rest of the day I checked a few people out and read. Ashley came down after bit and I talked to her for a while.
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The Real Wolf Girl {A Harry Potter Fanfic}
FanfictionWhen Isabella Spindle was fifteen, Fenrir Greyback killed her parents and sister, but spared her. What she did that night haunts her and leaves her with unanswered questions. Four years later, at the start of the First Wizarding War, Greyback appear...