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Fourth period defense against the dark arts was Remus Lupin’s most amusing class. Rambunctious fifth years seemed to give Remus a never ending list of entertainment (even if had to write more referrals and sententious then any other class). But today was different. The four boys who sat in the back were louder than normal and the students had a bit more energy. Maybe because it was the first Hogsmead trip of the year? Professor Lupin didn’t know. “When a…” Remus trialed off when he saw no one was watching.

He turned around from the black board and leaned against his desk. A boy in the back caught his eye. He had dark curly hair, darker skin, aviator glasses and silver eyes. He had a single strand of red in the back of his head. He smirked, the same one Remus swore he’d seen a thousand times. “I’ll wait.” Remus yelled but that didn’t do anything. He had heard it worked sometimes for the American muggle teachers.

“Yo, Professor! We ain’t gonna stop talking. So we best just leave now, huh?” The boy in the back smirked as he draped his body of one of the twin’s bodies, George, Remus believed it was. “Mister Black, I can assure you I have all day. I get payed either way.” Remus smirked, he through the had won this round. Unfortunately, mister Evan ‘Van’ Black was friends with the three biggest trouble makers in the school.

“oh yeah, why don’t you give some of that money who need it, yeah?” Van stood up with a victorious smirk. “Donate that big professor paycheck to the MQMM?” Van referred to the Magical Queer Marriage Movement.

    "Aunty Aquila!" James yelled as he was closely followed by teddy and Lily.

Only miss sun when it starts to snow.

     "Hey, slow down. Lily flower might fall. Which could cause James to fall, which will cause you to fall Ted." Aquila laughed as she picked all of them up.

Only know you've been high when you're feeling low

     "Will grandpa Sirius be come home too?" Teddy asked as Aquila felt a pang in her heart.

Only hate the road when you're missing home

      "I don't know kid, but your cousins and I will be moving here." Aquila said as she brought them into the kitchen where she was greeted by Luna, Neville, George, Draco, Regulus Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny. "Hey guys." Aquila said as she grabbed a glass of water.

Only know you love her when you let her go

      "Aquila?" Harry asked as he watched Aquila's eyes turn a bright shade of emerald green before she fell to the floor, dropping the glass as it shattered to the floor.

And you let her go

“ME! Married, to Ambrose Riddle none the less?” A girl, Georgiana (or as she preferred Gigi) sneered as she turned around. “I refuse to see him again.” Georgiana turned around and went to leave, but her mother struck her down.

“You will go see him.” Her mother, Annalise was struck woman who was crueler as her daughter grew up.

—

Years passed and the war was getting worse, Gigi hated it. She hated hurting the muggles, she hated the mud bloods, she hated hurting the half-bloods. And Ambrose? He thrived in it. So Gigi conceded for a while. She liked to call the Riddle Manor her own personal hell.

Gigi walked through the halls of Riddle Manor and saw only death eaters working, it was hot in the manor. Deadly hot. Ambrose always wanted more, he wanted to love her. He lead her to the bedroom where Gigi didn’t go near him, she only stood far from him. She scoffed. “In the coldest time of year, why is it so hot down here? It’s hotter than a crucible. It’s not right and it’s not natural!” Gigi screamed, oh how she felt like she was drowning.

“Love you we’re go so long! Love, my love, I was so lonesome. So I built and father and I built an empire. In this very ground, the one beneath your feet. Here I fashion spells of fear, oil drums and automobiles are for the mudbloods. So I kept the fire fed, with the bones of the filth. Love, when you feel that fire think of it as my desire for you.” Ambrose walked towards her and tried to kiss her, but it didn’t work.

Gigi hated his guts. How dare he hurt all these people? Gigi shoved him away from her, she refused to be near him. “For the darkest time of year; it’s bright in here. Brighter than carnival, it’s not right and it’s not natural!” Gigi glared at her husband, and she grabbed a drink. Lady Magic knows she needs it.

“Lover you were gone so long. So I laid down people’s lives, for our own. On this very ground, the one on which you stand. Love, when you see that glare, think of it as my despair because of your absence.” Ambrose fell to his knees and clutched onto her legs, as if he was supplicating her. Gigi kicked him off and downed her drink.

“Every year’s this is getting worse.” Gigi turned to face her pathetic husband. “Did you think I would be impressed?” Gigi got real close. “With this,” Gigi threw the glass right passed it him, he could hear the glass break behind him a small shard cut him. “Neon necropolis? What you have you become. Hurting muggles and muggle born. I don’t know you. In the mean time back home, the Potters go into hiding. Death rates rise and magic falls. It isn’t right and time not natural!” Gigi screeched and she pushed him away and his head hit the side table, small amounts of blood rushed from his head.

“Love; everything I do, I do it for you. If you don’t want my love, I’ll give it to someone who does. Someone grateful for her fate. Someone who appreciates the comforts of a gilded cage and doesn’t try to fly, the moment Mother Nature calls. Someone who could love these walls, that hold her close and keep her safe— think of them as my embrace.” Ambrose got angry, he wanted his wife to what she was given away to do. He wanted him to have his children and be an obedient little wife. “This of them as your embrace?” Gigi scoffed but gave him a hug anyways.

“Think of them as my embrace, of you.” Ambrose was happy but he felt the blood flowing down his back. It was warm and hot and most definitely his. Gigi pulled back and slashed him through the heart.

Bianka Barclay was a strong willed woman. She didn't take shit from no one. She refused to pushed around or bullied. That's what made her such a good lawyer. She knew what she wanted and how to get. She was world renowned, everyone a piece of the monopoly.

Dolores means 'sorrows', stemming from 'dolor' which is pain. Her mamá named her Dolores, she had a knack for the mundane, so she gave Willow the middle name Dolores.

Wednesday Addams was filled with dread, woe, and melancholy. She hated being underestimated and hated not working. She refused to let something slip through her fingers, behind a pawn in someone else's game. That's why she was an investigator for her wife, Bianka.

Willow Dolores Addams hated herself and her name. She felt the way the others looked at her, expecting to be some courageous hero. Someone who becomes an advocate, a lawyer, investigator, politician or journalist. The weight of the world was heavy; and she knew why was to come.

Her dreams haunted her, whispering of what was to come. Wednesday Addams is a psychic, Bianka Barclay is a siren. But Willow? She could see the future. She could see what was to come based off the decisions people made. She was special. Like a variant of her mother and grandmother's power. But she couldn't see the past or what she wanted to see. She saw the way the world was. 

So Willow didn't sleep. She could go without sleep for days, she refused. If she did, the fire of her visions were lick at her eyelids and force themselves on her. Like a predictor ready to pounce. Willow didn't tell her mother about her fire-like visions. She warned people, and how they would get what happened if the didn't choose another path. But they didn't listen to her.

Willow wouldn't be successful or happy in this life. She was a version of Cassandra of Troy. She wanted to fall into the resorts and save herself. She wanted to fall way down, under the ground. Into the depths of hell, or hadestown.

—

WILLOW was walking through the huge manor, the one her mothers owned and bought before she was born. It was cascading in blacks, grey, white, dark blue and little teal accents here and there. It was a combination of her family's preferred pallets. Carrying a bowl of water, a vision came to her like a moth to a flame. Willow's eyes went wide and the bowl of water shattered, water splattering all over the floor.

A boy; he couldn't be older than sixteen scowled at her. "This is all your fault." The boy hissed at someone, Willow presumed it was herself.

"You're the one that got us into this, stick situation." Willow calmly spoke, she didn't say anything more.

"What are you going to do about it, my love." Willow had never felt the term 'my love' used in such a condescending tone.

"Your dick will be so far up your ass that the next time you get hard, you'll have your own ass plug." Willow gave an almost spoke as the boy tensed and stared at her.

"What the fuck, Addams." The boy almost shivered.

Willow shook her head. She had an itching feeling, that she might have found herself a worthy rival.

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Willow sat in the back of the class, she was in botany class at Nevermore (which both her parents insisted she went. No matter how much she protested against going, but she had 'no other option' apparently). It was rather boring and Willow hated the class more then anything. "Addams." The teacher, Doctor Star (a woman fawn like features) pointed at the board. "Would you care to answer? Since your nails are far more important than my class."

"That's a ghost plant also known as the monotropa uniflora. It is a herbaceous, parasitic, non-photosynthesizing, perennial plant. It's native to temperate regions of Asia, North America and the northern part of South America." Willow continued to file her nails, her feet on the desk.

Willow heard a scoff, and she saw that Ellis Roswell scoff. "Everyone knows that, Addams. Just because your parents are famous, doesn't mean that you are better than everyone else."

"Well I am better than everyone else, Roswell." Willow took her feet off the desk and leaned over the desk and gave him a condescending smirk. "Do you think you can do better than me?"

"Oh I know I can, Addams." Ellis turned around from his spot at his desk and smirked. "The ghost plant or Monotropa uniflora is named this because "Monotropa" is Greek for "one turn" and "uniflora" is Latin for "one flowered" as there is one sharply curved stem for each single flower. Monotropa uniflora is commonly found growing in clumps of two or more, with its fungi nearby." Ellis sounded confident.

"Congratulations you're able to read a Wikipedia page. Maybe you should use that invaluable resource to learn to get a girlfriend." Willow snarked as Ellis launched himself out of his seat and at Willow. It wasn't income for the two to be seen fist fighting. Ellis through the first punch, Willow knew she could get away with hitting him since he hit her first. Willow threw him off of her and started to punch him in all the areas that were venerable.

"Miss Addams! Mr. Roswell, stop that this instant. Miss Addams and Mr Roswell, Principal Caspian's office now." Doctor Star screeched, as the two didn't stop fighting. "Now!" She yelled and two students (a senior named Yoko and a junior named Frankie) pulled them off of one another. Both students pushed Willow and Ellis out the door. "I will be escorting you both. You are animals I tell you, animals." Doctor Star muttered under her breath. "The rest of the class dismissed. The homework is writing a three page essay on the ghost plant."  Doctor start had one hand wrapped around Ellis' upper arm and the other was like a shackle around Willow's wrist. 

"Principal Caspian." Doctor Star slammed the door opened and tossed both of the teenagers in. "These two were fighting again." Principal Caspian looked over both the teens, he assumed since Ellis was the one covered in bruises and scratches that he had lost, Willow didn't have scrape on her. 

"You are free to go, Rose." Principal Caspian dismissed the teacher and stared at both of the students, who were sitting like pouting toddlers in the huge desk chairs. Neither looked at one another and they refused to talk. "Alright, who threw the first punch?"

"Ellis through the first punch." Willow grumbled she would be on momma's shit list for getting into a fight (her mamá on the other hand might not be angry, she'll probably just asked if she won).

"Is this true, Mr. Roswell?" Principal Caspian looked at Ellis who mumbled something along the lines of 'yes'. Principal Caspian sighed and sat down in his chair. "You both need to stop fighting, both of you have a month's detention and-"

"A month!" Ellis stood up, out raged. Willow grumbled about his yelling, and how grumbled how they could all hear him crystal clear without him needing to strain his vocal cords.

"Shut up, Roswell." Willow mumbled and she felt a migraine coming. She didn't want to have to deal with his overly dramatic behavior and loud voice.

"Like you can tell me what to do, Addams." Ellis sneered as he walked over to Willow. His emotions all over the place. 

"Here go again. Both of you stop it..." the principal's pleas fell to deaf ears. Willow mistakenly threw her hand into Ellis' face and with a rage, they felt the world shift. Spinning and they were falling down.

Down, down, down. They landed with a grunt on the floor. In the very same office they were just in.

Willow stared up at the woman with white hair, blue eyes and blood red lipstick that looked ugly with her skin tone. She stood up and grabbed Ellis grabbed by his collar and hoisted him up. They were where their Nevermore uniforms, so they were a students. But not from the here and now. Willow's uniform more fashionable with self-made cuts and little personal touches. Ellis' uniform was perfect, ironed and never moved, it was perfect. There were no stripes on either of the uniforms but they were purple. 

Ellis scowled at her, it made Willow smirk. The only putting she liked to push were Ellis' and big red ones that start the inferno of people's insecurity. "This is all your fault." He hissed at Willow who didn't have any other expression. She put on a façade that could mirror her mamá's monotone expression.

"You're the one that got us into this, stick situation." Willow calmly spoke, she didn't say anything more. She was waiting for a prime moment to fuck with him.

"And what are you going to do about it? My love." Willow had never felt the term 'my love' used in such a condescending tone.

"Your dick will be so far up your ass that the next time you get hard, you'll have your own ass plug." Willow had learned insults from the best, of the best. Bianka Barclay. But she learned how to threaten by someone who you believe would go through with it. Wednesdays Addams. She was a perfect combination of them. Deadly and beautiful.

"Only if you fuck me before." Ellis gave a condisending smile as Willow simply leaned over to his ear and spoke quietly enough for him to hear.

"You were born with three hundred and sixty-nine bones, they met shed and now you only have two hundred and six, I'll give you some back if you don't shut the fuck up." Willow truly was her mamá's daughter. She didn't say anything else she only stared at the principal (or well she assumed it was the principal).

"Well." The woman started. "It seems you've made a powerful first impression. I'm assuming you both are outcasts?"

"Yes, I'm clairvoyant and he's deadly stupid." Willow gave a sarcastic grin that made her look like her momma.

"I have a 4.5 GPA." Ellis glared as Willow rolled her eyes, it was very high per her own standers.

"I have a 5.2" Willow gloated as Ellis started to practically vibrate with anger.

THE road down cornflower lane was quiet, rosemary and hyacinths lined the cobblestone road, the road was old and certainly worn down; and if someone looked hard enough, they could see the carriage indents within the road itself.

Cornflower lane was in a town specifically for wizards and witches, where they could have their own community without having to stride weird or strange looks. At the every end of the block, within a small cul-de-sac. House seven-one-three in cornflower lane homed a very special girl named, Ursa.

Ursa had grown up with her aunt Priscilla on her dad’s side. Priscilla was wild, always taking Ursa camping and out on random spontaneous adventures. “One day,” Priscilla would say. “You will understand the beauty In spontaneity. But for now, bask in the sun of innocents.” Priscilla liked to speak in riddles when she had something important today.

The day Ursa had gotten her Hogwarts letter, Priscilla cheered, and put it on the refrigerator until they went to Diegon Alley— which they went to the next week.

“I remember the day my brother got his letter.” Priscilla walked slower when she was with Ursa, their hands clasped together as they walked to Fortsecue’s ice cream parlor. “I was ten, and he was lying in.”

PRISCILLA ran through the huge Potter mansion with James’ Hogswarts letter in hand. “James, James!” Running up the stairs, falling and getting a rug burn. Priscilla slammed open James’ bedroom door, making him shoot up and out of his bed, clutching the sheets to his chest like a woman in her twenties getting caught with a one night stand. “Your letter Jamie, your Hogwarts letter!”

PRISCILLA chuckled softly as she finished her ice cream. “A riot your father was, that man.” The woman would simply shake her head and chuckle again before going quiet. Priscilla would do that often, she would say something about James and then say nothing at all— sometimes for days.