Lost Soul - Marauders FanFiction

Lost Soul - Marauders FanFiction

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Shelbie Embrose has been the first Hufflepuff in her kind family of Slytherins, who were known as the quintessential family and always had a plan. There was no Embrose who had their future laid out for them already and didn't know about it. While she, was just a wild card it seemed. She was the wanderer, she always went with the flow of things because even though she knew she was in the right house, there was always something in her heart that was missing. She knew it. And thats what brought her to go out and explore in order to fill it ever since she went to that school. It wouldn't be long until her wandering would get escalated once she is introduced to the Marauders.
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Fascinating. Truly. That's what everyone whispered about Ophelia Vespera Black, heiress of House Black, A metamorphagus, and the first mender in the Black family in over 500 years. A Slytherin who flaunted tradition, and allied with the Boy Who Lived without any shame, and a darling of a family that barely exists-she was equal parts feared, admired, and envied. Metamorphic powers, unparalleled beauty, and a destiny that refused to be ordinary made her life... complicated. But the words etched on her wrist-the first words her soulmate would speak-had changed. And with that, the game began. Secrets, bloodlines, and a fate centuries in the making were about to collide in ways Ophelia never saw coming. Some fates are cruel. Some are fascinating. And some? Utterly inescapable.

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