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When I was born, my mother looked up and cursed the moon that gleamed above her. She named me Luna Potentia Harkness. Moon. Mother made sure I knew I was a curse.

I remember the scarlet hex like it was yesterday. The pain, the screaming, the chaos.

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 𝔐𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔠

"Mother? Why Germany, can I ask?" Luna questioned as her mother was drawing sigals on the walls of their temporary house.

"I'm facing an old friend. You, Luna are going to school. It'll get you out of my hair. So, I can focus." Agatha responds not even giving a look at her daughter.

"School?"

A Little Bit of Harkness a narrative of Motherhood and Mystery.