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The 100 FanFiction! Bellarke!

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

I was born with the Inner Eye, a Seer like Sybill Trelawney. Her power was more profound and respected, while I was mocked by my classmates for being connected to the spirit world. After the Second Wizarding War, I decided to run from Hogwarts and turn my back to magic. I opened my own voodoo shop and sold to wandering locals in a small town. Since the muggle world was already profiting off manipulation and secrets, I thought it was time I would too. I changed my name, changed my title and used my powers solely to spook my customers. My life was great until a stranger showed up to bring me back. To bring me back to face the past and help Hogwarts, or so I thought. ~~ "The Sight is a rare and sought out gift. You are a Seer, a master of the most difficult of all magical arts. Hogwarts needs you to come back to help once more." Highest ranking: 7 in perspectives [10.3.2020]