𝗼𝗻𝗲 of the three unforgivable curses:
'ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴘᴇʀɪᴜꜱ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇ'
allowing the caster to control another's actions
𝗠𝘆𝗿𝗮 𝗙𝗮𝘆𝗲 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸, the forgotten Daughter of Regulus Black, known to be cold and ruthless.
𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝘁�...
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Myra Faye Black was always an exceptional child, excelling at everything she put her mind to.
After the Death of her Father Regulus Black and the Incarceration of her Death Eater Uncle Sirius Black, she was the only remaining Descendant of her immediate Family. A Family of strong-willed, powerful and proud Pureblood's.
It came to no surprise that Myra received her Hogwarts Letter. She was always keen to attend Hogwarts with her Cousin Draco Malfoy, with whom she has a sibling-like love-hate relationship. The two of them were inseparable since Narcissa Malfoy took Myra into her home and raised her like her daughter. Myra definitely wasn't shy and shared her opinions whenever she felt the need to, which often got her into trouble, but she refused to be someone she wasn't.
As they all stood in front of the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall introduced them to the rest of the school. The Doors opened and inside was a magnificent Hall, long, big and beautiful. Four long tables with all of the Students looking at them. Myra's thoughts were running wild, she wasn't familiar with all of the attention, but she kept her Head high and walked right into the Lions Den.
'Dear first years' Professor McGonagall exclaimed, 'I am pleased to welcome all of you here at Hogwarts! We will now begin with the Sorting Hat Ceremony.'
'Hermione Granger' McGonagall read from a piece of parchment paper and a small brunette girl hesitantly made her way to the sorting hat.
The Sorting Hat started to talk. 'Hm Ravenclaw? Or rather Gryffindor? Let me read a little more, aha, I just know the perfect place for you... GRYFFINDOR'.
Loud applause filled the room by the other Gryffindors and Hermione jumped up from the chair and made her way to the table.
'Onto the next person, Myra Faye Black' A nervous murmur erupted in the hall. 'A Black? Here at Hogwarts? That shouldn't be possible, right?' But here she was, ready to be sorted into her house.
'Hm oh another Black... interesting, interesting, but with whom should I compare you? Regulus? or Sirius? There's something sinister about you. A lot of potential, but only if you use it right.' Myra didn't like this long talk of the Sorting Hat, only wishing to be sorted into Slytherin. It wasn't that hard, was it? 'SLYTHERIN'
She didn't know whether the Hat really wanted to sort he into Slytherin or if he heard her line of thinking and decided to grant the wish, after all she didn't care. She was proud to be a Slytherin, who were known to be cunning, determined and ambitious.
Stomping, Clapping and even howling erupted from the table the other Slytherins sat at and she made her way to them.
Immediately after her, Draco was sorted into his House. Not even being one second on his head, the Sorting Hat screamed 'SLYTHERIN'.
And after him?
'Harry Potter' Another murmur erupted 'that's him' 'that's the boy who lived'. The atmosphere changed around the tables, everyone was excited to see where he would be sorted into. It was like a silent competition to who would get Harry Potter in his House.
The Sorting hat mumbled 'Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? hm...' Harry closed his eyes as to wish that he wouldn't get into Slytherin. 'GRYFFINDOR'
After the ceremony, Professor Dumbledore spoke up. 'Now that everyone is sorted in, we won't loose time and start with our wonderful feast'.
