New Beginnings
After receiving James’s Patronus, he had left his mission and apparated to the Potter cottage, only to find that he was too late. Despite watching their lifeless bodies himself, he was still unable to believe that both James and Lily were gone, and Sirius had betrayed them to Voldemort.
He knew the authorities would be there soon, so he had done the only thing that made sense. He had picked the only thing that was important and had apparated as far away as possible from London.
Remus knew he couldn’t keep Elisa to himself due to his ‘issue’ and he refused to leave her in the care of the Dursleys, her only living relatives. The woman and her husband had been jealous and petty, envious of Lily because of her magic, insulting her and James when she’d invited them to their wedding. He was aware of what Lily thought of her sister and would never forgive him if he left her daughter with the people who detested her existence.
She had survived the attack and Voldemort was gone, but the world wasn’t kind… and it wouldn’t be kind to her. Maybe he was wrong in letting the world think that all the Potters were gone, but she would grow with people who were kind beyond words and would love Elisa despite their differences.
He had been on a mission given by Dumbledore after finishing their 7th year.
He was in a new country, naively believing that he would be alone in the woods and that it would be safe to stay there on a full moon’s night. He had nearly killed a newly married couple that night… and he would’ve if Jonathan hadn't shot him. Later though, he had been surprised to find himself in a bed… with a boy and a girl, not much older than him nursing him back to health. They had been scared, he could smell their fear, but Jonathan had a gun aimed at him as he asked questions. Remus had answered some, dodging the others, but in the end, the man decided not to kill him. He had stayed with them until he had recovered and both Jonathan and Martha Kent had promised to take his secret to their graves.
Now, he was here again. The Kents were surprised, but no less welcoming as if he wasn’t a predator who had tried to kill them previously.
“Are you sure?” Jonathan asked for the millionth time, looking at him imploringly.
Remus nodded. “I’m not fit to raise a baby. You know that.”
“You wouldn’t harm her, Remus,” Martha stated softly from where she was cradling her boy close.
“Not intentionally.” He muttered.
Remus watched as Martha handed her boy Clark, nearly the same age as Elisa, to her husband and took the baby from him. She looked down with a soft smile and the baby let out a contended sigh before settling back into her slumber.
Remus left the Kent farm with a heavy heart, knowing he couldn’t stay any longer.
2 Months Later
Jonathan and Martha watched fondly as the two children slept peacefully, holding onto each other’s hands.
Age – 2
Both the Kents stared with their mouths hanging open. Clark and Elisa were munching on the cookies – the same cookies she’d baked this morning and had stored in a jar. Jonathan had made sure to keep the jar high up, so the kids couldn’t reach it. The children were on the floor, a cookie in each hand and the jar still floating mid-air.
“I’m going to call Remus,” Jonathan said, rushing out of the room.
Martha could only blink.
Age – 5
“Freak!” The blonde boy spat before pushing her onto the ground.
Elisa fell with a shriek, skinning her elbows and knees in the process. She turned to glare at him through tear-filled eyes but saw Clark standing between them.
“Don’t call her that!” Her best friend defended.
“I saw what she did! She is a freak!” Whitney yelled back.
She couldn’t help but flinch. Mum and Dad had told both her and Clark, not to display their ‘special abilities’ in front of anyone. She hadn’t meant to! Someone had pushed her into the pool and she had vanished, appearing on the playground before hitting the water. She had been scared and strange things happened when she got scared.
But before she could dwell on it further, there was a sickening crack and then blood poured out of a very obviously broken nose. Ignoring the wail coming from Whitney, Elisa stared wide-eyed at Clark, still processing the fact that he had hit the mean bully.
“What's happening there?” Someone called and Clark’s eyes widened equally as the two kids shared a look.
Age – 6
The little green-eyed girl and her blue-eyed best friend stared at the sandy-haired man, who was smiling at them.
Her mum gave her a nudge and said, “Why don’t you say hello, dear?”
Elisa waved at the man shyly before going back to hide behind the safety of her father's legs.
The man leaned down, shook her hand and said with a warm smile, “Hello Elisa. I’m so pleased to meet you.” Then, he looked at Clark, reached to shake his hand and added, “And you too, young man.”
The two kids shared a surprised glance. No adult had ever shaken their hands before. This man was nice.
“This is Remus. He knew your parents.” Jonathan told her softly.
Elisa knew Jon and Martha weren't her real parents. They had told her that her parents died in an accident when she was a baby. But why was this man here? Was he here to take her away? She didn’t want to leave Clark and Jon and Martha. They were her family. Were they sending her away?
Her bottom lip quivered as she looked at the two of them and gasped, “Is he here to take me away?”
Before either of the adults could respond, Clark glared at the man and yelled, “You can't take her away!”
“Clark!” Jonathan pulled her angry son back, while Martha kneeled in front of her now sobbing girl and said, “Oh, no, honey! You’re not going anywhere. Remus just wanted to meet you.”
Remus watched the proceedings feeling out of sorts and uncomfortable. The reaction of both the kids had surprised him, but he understood. This was Elisa’s home now and the boy was as close to her as James was to Sirius. Thinking about the two of them was still painful, so he pushed the thoughts away. He had vowed to stay away from her, but Jonathan had informed him that she was having trouble controlling her magic. He was here to teach her what he could and for that he wanted her to trust him.
“Elisa? I’m not here to take you away, I promise. I’m here just to tell you more about your parents.” He said earnestly.
Green eyes looked at him suspiciously before she asked, “I can stay?”
Jonathan wiped the last of her tears and stated reverently, “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. This is your home.”
Finally, she nodded before looking at the man with yellow eyes and asked, “You knew my parents?”
“Yes. James and Lily were my best friends.” Remus answered melancholically.
She nodded in understanding and stated, “Like Clark.”
“Yes. Like Clark.” The werewolf agreed before he asked, “Would you like to see them?”
Her nose scrunched in confusion, but her eyes shined with hope as she asked tentatively, “Can I?”
He pulled out an album and gave it to her. She opened it eagerly and was stunned to see her parents for the first time. A woman in bed was holding a baby with red turfs before looking up at a bespectacled man and the two smiled.
“It's moving!” Elisa gasped, looking up at the man.
“Yes. Magical pictures can move.” He informed.
“Wow.” She whispered astonished before looking down at the picture again and mumbling, “I look like my mom.”
“You look exactly like your father, but you have your mother’s hair and eyes,” Remus told her fondly.
Elisa looked at the man before going back to stare at the picture of her parents again.
Uncle Remus was a wizard.
She was a witch.
Just like her parents.
She wasn’t a freak.
She could do magic and he was going to teach her.
It was overwhelming.
And she hid her face in the pillow and wondered what her life would’ve been like if her parents were still alive.
It wasn’t long before the door of her room opened, and she instinctively knew it was none other than Clark. He crawled underneath the cover, shifting beside her until he could see her face and asked, “Are you crying?”
“No,” she mumbled because it was stupid. She was feeling sad because she was missing her parents, but she wasn’t crying.
“Oh,” Clark whispered, leaning closer trying to see if she was telling the truth. Mom always makes hot chocolate with marshmallows when he got sad. But he didn’t know how. He thought for a moment before asking, “Do you want ice cream?”
She peered at him and asked, “Chocolate?”
There was only one left, and it was his share, but he didn’t want to see her sad no-more, so he said, “You can have mine.”
Pushing the covers away, she stated resolutely, “We can share.”
Then, Elisa pecked him on the lips just like she had seen their parents doing all the time. With that, she turned around, grabbed his hand and pulled a dazed and blushing Clark behind her.
Age – 8
Clark and Elisa walked into the school holding hands.
Lana frowned at the two and asked, “Why are you two always holding hands?”
“Because she’s my best friend,” Clark replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Lana’s frown deepened and she informed indignantly, “Only babies hold hands.”
Clark shrugged and pulled a glowering Elisa along before she could lose control of her magic.
Age – 10
Elisa hid under her blanket as thunder rumbled right outside her window. She hated this weather. Hated that she had to sleep alone in a room when the room was pitch dark because of the power cut. A bolt flies across the sky, lighting the entire area and making the house shake. Jumping off the bed, she flew towards Clark’s room and slid under the cover.
Blue eyes blinked at her sleepily as he asked, “You scared?”
“No.” Elisa denied it vehemently, even as she clutched his arm tightly.
He eyed her knowingly but chose not to call her out on the lie and went back to sleep.
Age – 12
She slipped into the barn, running upstairs in search of Clark. As expected, he was sitting on the bed, bent over his homework, always the studious student, especially now that exams were coming up. She didn’t need to alert him to her presence, knowing he would’ve picked it up long before she entered the barn. Jumping on his bed, she threw her arms around his neck, leaning her head over his shoulder to grin at him.
His answering smile was beautiful and angelic as she asked, “Done with your homework?”
Elisa wrinkled her nose before pulling back. She absolutely hated math and didn’t understand why she even needed it. She was a witch. How could calculus help her in building a future?
He nudged her with her shoulder and said, “It’s not that bad.”
“Yeah, not for you, Mr topper.” She grumbled, making him roll his eyes.
Age – 14
Strong hands were holding her waist and soft lips were burning trails up and down her neck. Elisa looked at his face illuminated by moonlight, while his eyes shined when he looked at her. Leaning closer, Clark whispered sweet, delectable words in her ear, making her whole body tingle…
But there was a buzzing around them, growing louder by the second…
That was until someone yanked the covers underneath her, almost sending her toppling to the floor.
“Ahhh!!!!!!!!” She yelped, blindly reaching out to hold something when a strong pair of arms caught her before her face could become acquainted with the floor.
She looked into the bright blue eyes of a grinning Clark and blushed to the tips of her roots when her ‘dream’ came rushing back.
He set her on her feet and asked, “What’s the point of the alarm clock when you never wake up to it?”
Elisa shrugged before reaching over and turning off the clock.
“Get ready, El, or we’re going to be late. Again.” He said before ruffling her hair and blurring out of her room, laughing all the way.
“CLARK!!” She shrieked.