Adele Black: The End

The Black Family Tree

Adele Black: The End

The Black Family Tree

"What? That's not possible! There's the family tree—" Harry said.

"Magic can be used to erase things," I said. I was frustrated that I couldn't figure any of this out.

"And there's no way it's not for you?" Hermione asked me.

"No. This ambrosia and nectar is too old. And there's absolutely no reason for this to be here," I said, my brows furrowed. "I lived at Camp Half Blood for the majority of my life, even when I was a kid. I just don't know who— oh my Gods."

I had realized it before I had even finished my thought. I suddenly raced out of the room and ran through the house and into the room with the Black Family Tree on it. My eyes caught sight of the black spot where my father used to be before being blasted off, and then moved down to where my name was, with a picture of myself there— blonde haired and gray-eyed, looking absolutely nothing like the rest of the Black family.

I used my fingers to trace the lineage up from me and looked at every remaining face on the tree, looking for the slightest hint of anomaly among the faces. Soon enough I found myself tracing the lines of where Bellatrix LeStrange, Narcissa Malfoy resided and where Andromeda Tonks formerly resided, and I knew the hunch I might have had a minute ago had to be correct.

"Draco?" I yelled out.

"I'm right here," he said from behind me.

"You ran off and we all came running," Hermione said from the doorway, panting.

"I had a though. All the Blacks look the same, right? Defined by the black hair, dark eyes..." I began, only to be interrupted.

"Except for you," Harry cut in.

"Right, except for me. I have the blonde hair and gray eyes from my mother, Athena. If you have a godly parent, you're most likely to inherit those traits instead of the traits of your non-godly parent— which is odd, because the Gods don't have any DNA—"

"DNA?" Draco cut in, confused.

"Deoxyribonucleic Acid," Hermione and I said in sync.

"But it doesn't matter what it is right now, that's a huge thing to explain," I continued. "All I know is that everybody in the Black family besides me should have black hair, right?"

"Right," Ron nodded.

"Draco, by any chance, does your mother sue her hair?" I nonchalantly asked.

"You mean change it's color? No, she never has."

I nodded. "It would make sense that she hasn't then, if I'm right."

Hermione's eyes went from confused to enlightened, with her mouth dropped open a little bit.The boys just looked confused.

"There's a goddess, she's the goddess of magic... her name is Hecate, and she's known as the Queen of Witches, and she used to live in the Underworld until a few years ago now, when she got a place on Olympus, which is currently at the top of the Empire State Building in Manhattan. Her children are powerful— they can cast magic after all— but monsters don't seem to ever come after them like they do with the children of other gods and goddesses. It'd be easier to go through life without being attacked by monsters if you have magic to hide you from them too.

"I've seen her once or twice. Her eyes were dark, and her hair was blonde. She looked a lot like your mother, Draco," I finished, looking straight at him. "And you have her hair. Not her eyes, but you have her hair."

"What are you trying to say?" Draco asked me, his voice uncertain and wavering.

"I'm saying... I need to talk with your mother, because I think she may be the daughter of Hecate."

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