𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗙𝗟𝗔𝗠𝗘;
What if Sirius Black had a daughter? What if the future ahead of her was a little worse then anyone had planned out?
With powers that are unpredictable and people all over the wizarding world after her, how would Aurora B...
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Aurora Amber Black was not a morning person, in fact, Ronald Weasley would claim she was worse than the devil in the mornings.
So when her grandmother's house elf came in to wake her up, she was not happy.
"Mistress Black?" The house elf, Tilly, said in a quiet voice. "Master Tanglewood requires your presence in the dining room."
'Master Tanglewood' was unfortunately Aurora's grandfather. He was a spiteful man, a man who enjoyed seeing others in pain, a man who liked to have control over anything and everything.
Perhaps that's why he was such a dear friend of Lord Voldemort all those years ago.
"Tell dear old gramps I'll be down in ten minutes," Aurora mumbled, her head face down in her pillow.
Aurora rolled her eyes as she sat up. It was currently the summer holidays, although there was only a week until she could go back to Hogwarts, thank Merlin.
Getting changed into black ripped jeans and a baggy t-shirt, and brushing her blonde hair - which she dyed in order to prevent anybody from recognising her to be a member of the Noble, Most Ancient House of Black - Aurora made her way down the stairs.
Tanglewood manor was not a welcoming place. The old house with its centuries settled foundations brought a feeling of intimidation to the landscape, as if it were challenging anyone who dares to enter. The furniture was mostly untouched, simply there for show bringing an uncomfortable feeling to those who sat on it. Everything was hundreds of years old, antiques adorned the rooms as subtle strings upon which travel the finest emotions of past times.
The Tanglewood bloodline was a long and feared one. Aurora didn't know the inside and outs, only that her ancestors had done awful things to innocent people, half of them losing their sanity before the age of forty. She had never been a fan of the family history, she knew there were many different people who disliked the line, however they stayed respectful to them out of fear.
Her fathers bloodline wasn't so different. The Blacks were known for being prestigious, for following old time rules like keeping the bloodline 'clean.' The members were to marry another pureblood or even a family member, making sure every child was as pure as can be. Anybody who dared taint the bloodline was to be disowned.
Aurora didn't like that.
She believed everybody was equal. Despite being taught that purebloods were superior to everyone else, the young witch knew better than that. She knew that everyone bled the same red blood. Marrying your cousin wasn't going to change that.
She strutted into the dining room, looking an awful lot like her father - unfortunately.
Sirius Orion Black confused his daughter in many different ways. He was known as a 'blood traitor' befriending the Potters and being sorted into Gryffindor, he rebelled against the people that told him to follow their rules, and yet in the end, he turned out to be just like them. Evil. A murderer.
