𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒇 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 | H.J.P
Athena Aurelia Black considered herself perfectly normal-thank you very much. Or at least, as normal as one could be with a mass-murderer for a father and a werewolf for an uncle. Whispers had followed her through every hallway, every classroom, for the last two years. But she'd long learned to walk through them with her head held high. As long as she had her friends, she'd live.
Or so she thought.
But when her infamous father breaks out of Azkaban and something ancient begins to stir inside her in the upcoming years-something dark, something powerful-Athena's carefully built world starts to break. And survival? That might no longer be enough.
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"You're really pretty,"
"And you're still a prat,"
He laughs softly, his eyes crinkling in amusement. "And yet, you still kissed this prat,"
"I suppose even the greatest of seers can make mistakes,"
He chuckles again, his fingers tracing a gentle pattern on her waist. "Or maybe the great seer has a special weakness for idiotic prats,"
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ᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴀᴛʜᴇɴᴀ ᴀᴜʀᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғᴀʟʟs ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴏᴍᴇᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴄʏ.
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𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚
(Edited chapters have a ⏤͟͟͞͞ before them)
