Marauders Imagines || Vol. 1

(Request) Misguided Youth- Sirius Part 2

Requested by: billie_potter

Original Request: Hey, can you do one where we're Sirius' and Regulus' little sister and we are in Slytherin it's our 3rd year and we think we have to be our mother rude and hate muggle borns and one day Sirius and the rest of the Marauders see us bullying a muggle born calling them names and hexing them so they stop us and try to teach us that it's okay to be a muggle born and not to hex people but we don't listen and through out the week they see us hexing muggle borns and calling them names until one day they had enough.

Summary: A year after that Regulus and Sirius made up but you haven't talked to Sirius and still make fun of muggleborns. You were forced to get the dark mark and Regulus didnt know because he moved in with the Potters and the Marauders plus Regulus and Lily find out.

A.N: I would have had this done a day or two earlier but writers block decided it had other plans. But as usual I hope this is okay and what you wanted.

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Part II
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A lot can happen in a year, things that you never thought would. Or perhaps you did. You, yourself, haven't changed, still entertaining yourself by picking on muggleborns, but your family has. Going from five members down to three. Sirius and Regulus somehow patched their relationship together, which took you by suprise, and now both live with Sirius' idiotic friend James Potter and his pathetic family. Leaving you all alone at Grimmauld Place with your parents, not that you minded. Sirius left first, having packed his bags and run away then a couple of months later Regulus joined.

You didn't care much for your brothers absense, it didn't really phase you. Admittedly you missed Regulus but you didn't, however, miss Sirius. Not one bit. It was bad enough you'll bound to see him next week at school so until then you plan on basking in the pleasant solitude of a quiet house.

"Y/n!" Orion called from the hallway. "Come downstairs now!" Your parents never were ones for asking nicely even if you are their favourite child.

Without a fuss you left your room and descended down the stairs to the ground floor. "Yes father?" You questioned, the moment you saw him.

"Go to the dining room, your mother's waiting." He gave you a stern look before nodding his head in the direction of the room. You instantly knew why and slightly shook your head.

"But I don't want-"

"You are going in there, getting that mark, and becoming a Death Eater. You are a member of this family and will do whatever is expected, do I make myself clear?" Orion threatened leaning dangerously close to you. You swallowed and nodded your head. "Good. Now go."

Reluctantly you walked down the hallway, with Orion following close, and pushed open the door. Inside sat your mother as well as three other people clad in black clothing, who were sat opposite. You recognised them immediately as the Death Eaters.

A part of you always admired Death Eaters, thought they were cool, but you  never wanted to be one which you made clear to your parents, not that they cared. You didn't agree with group's ideals which was very unlike the rest of your house who had their hearts set on becoming one.

"Is this the child?" The middle Death Eater questioned. The other two looked to Walburga as the middle one looked you up and down.

"Yes." She answered. "Our family is extremely supportive in the Dark Lord's ambitions."

You glanced at your mother. "No we weren't." You thought. Unlike your cousins' parents, yours didn't fully agree with Voldemort's ideals much like you and would never willingly become a Death Eater themselves. But then again Walburga and Orion Black weren't people to voice their opinions honestly, especially with three Death Eaters in the room. The Death Eaters picked up on this as well.