The Black Heiress | h. potter

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Fiveteen Years Later...

A girl pulls herself from the cold stone floor. How long has she been there? A day? A week? A month? Time has blurred together, the days becoming an endless abyss. Her life has had 3 constants since she was born. A unloving mother. A father who abandoned her. And the pain of the Cruciatus Curse.

Bruises and cuts litter the girl's face and body. Like dead soldiers on a battlefield. Like ink marks they have been forced onto her body. Cassiopeia can feel her bones rub against each other, at least 3 ribs are broken, maybe more. Her wrist is bent in an unnatural manner, she winces, definitely broken.

"Daisy!" Cassiopeia calls out in a hoarse voice.

A small creature appears.

"Oh Mistress! Daisy is so sorry, please forgive me! Daisy couldn't stop her!" The house-elf wails, her small body shaking as she sobs.

Cassiopeia puts on a smile, "Daisy it's alright, you couldn't do anything. Also, what have a said about calling me mistress?"

"N..not to," Daisy bows her head in shame, "I am sorry Mis- Cassie.

"It's alright! Now can you please heal me?"

"Yes Cassie!"

Cassiopeia lets out a small laugh.

"Thank you, " she says, her eyes fluttering to a shut.

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The group of five rush onto Platform 9 3/4 and runs though through the barrier. At the same time, Cassiopeia Black-Avery walks past the entrance, preparing to enter the train for her fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Crash!

Two figures collide with each other. One being a boy who's felt love all his life. Who's had a loving home with a doting mother and caring father. With a godfather who's taught him what his father didn't, a godmother who has cared for him, and an uncle who has taught his how to grow as a person and become mature, even if all the lessons haven't fully worked yet.

The other being a girl who's never heard the words, "I love you." Has never felt the loving touch of her mother or the care of her father. One who has been hurt by the people who are supposed to be there for her since the second she was born. One who was forced to mature too quickly, as she was stuck cleaning her own blood off of the basement floors at the mere age of 6 years old. One who was crucioed at 2 years old because she couldn't preform the Accio charm on command.

The girl glares at the green-eyed boy, one that makes the others behind the boy cower, and stands up, smoothing out her skirt and fixing her hair.

The boy simply stares, completely enamored by the girl with the blue-grey eyes and silky-smooth black hair.

"Eh-hem."

The boy whips his head around while the girl simply turns her eyes, scoffing at who it is. The Potters' and the Blacks' are all standing there. She glances at each. All of them look older than her, the teens being somewhere around 16 and the oldest adult looking like he is around 37 years old. Turing to walk away, she is suddenly stopped by a hand latching onto her wrist. The girl snaps her head around, looking to see who has gripped her. Looking up she sees messy raven hair and emerald green eyes. Harry Potter.

The boy regains his composure and puts his hand through his hair.

"Hello love," he says cooly, a smirk on his face, his eyes traveling up and down the girl.

"I am not your 'love'," the girl states, giving him a glare that could put the fear of Merlin into the Minister himself.

"Oh love, you know you want to be. After all, who can resist me?"

At this, the redhead face-palms, the elder Potter and Black grin, and the Black boy smirk.

Smack!

Everyone looks gobsmacked, like they have been frozen in time. The younger Potter turns his face so that he is facing the girl again, a red hand-mark visible on his cheek.

"How dare you speak to a lady in that manner Potter. You clearly need to be humbled because the world doesn't revolve around you," Cassiopeia states.

The Potter boy suddenly smirks, "Aw love," he coos, "you look so cute all wound up."

Cassiopeia stands to her full height, which barely compares to the 6'0 boy as she stands at 5'5, and with the grace of the pureblood witch she has been raised to be, she walks away from the boy, leaving him staring at her retreating figure with a dopey smile.

"Mark my words," Harry Potter states, clearly, "that girl will be my wife and the mother to my children. I swear my life on it."

"How," Elias Black howls with laughter, "she can't even talk to you without hitting you!"

The Black child leans onto his father, letting out barks of laughter. James Potter, suddenly realizing what his son has just said, starts to give him advice on how to flirt with her (which includes never giving up), while his wife fruitlessly tries to stop her husband from helping her son ruin the poor girl's year. Sirius Black is laughing along with his brother in all but blood, but a small voice in the back of his head starts to grab his attention.

Who is that girl? And why does she look exactly like me?

However, the elder Black thought he knew the answers to his questions, and he prayed to Merlin that he was wrong.

✿✦❤︎ She Speaks! ❤︎✦✿

Hi guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'll try to get a chapter out a day, but I don't have a schedule yet :)

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