[Book 3]
❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. ❞
Voldemort is back, only the Ministry just wouldn't see it. Instead, they send the Pink Plague to Hogwarts and accuse Serena's father, the acquitte...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
• Serena Black •
"My family was my guide to Reality."
It must have been quite early in the morning when Serena woke up and just couldn't manage to fall asleep again. At least it was so early that Tonks was still curled up in her blanket like a baby, fast asleep. The Gryffindor turned onto her back and stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. The events, or rather the news of the previous evening, were still buzzing around in her head, blocking out any new thoughts.
Serena couldn't believe that the minister wanted to lock her father away for something he hadn't done. How could he make another mistake that he should have learned from? She had only had her father for a year and now she was going to lose him again? This time maybe forever?
Edmund Hall, too, was once again a stick in her craw. She had almost forgotten about the bastard and now she couldn't help but feel bad for him. After all, she had met his mother Camille Hall in person last year.
Serena couldn't help but wonder what she had died of. Just the date of her death had been revealed by the Daily Prophet. Perhaps she had suffered from a terrible illness and the family did not want it to get out to the public? After all, they seemingly thought very highly of their privacy.
Gradually, Serena finally decided to leave her warm bed and presumably be one of the first to go to the breakfast table. Outside it was still almost completely dark. Only the sun seemed to be slowly creeping up the horizon and ushering in the dawn. Serena quietly slipped out of her room after getting ready for the day and was startled to hear two voices coming from the lower floor.
Hesitantly, Serena stopped at the top of the stairs and tried to make out what her father and her grandmother's conversation in the entrance hall might be about. Both voices were muffled, which surprised Serena in the otherwise noisy painting, but scraps of words did reach her ears.
"How dare you sneak into your father's study!" the portrait's voice remarked angrily. "You shouldn't be surprised to hear things that are not meant for your ears!"
"Oh no, it's a good thing I heard!" it hissed back angrily. "How could you do that!"
Serena hesitated, not sure if this conversation was meant for her ears. She felt like an intruder in a conspiratorial society. Even though she couldn't do much with what was being said, she felt uncomfortable going down now and pretending she hadn't heard anything at all. In any case, her grandmother would probably just yell at her. She could well do without that.
However, since the Gryffindor didn't want to go back to her room either and thus probably wake Tonks up, she decided to wait a moment. They would probably be finished talking soon anyway. Serena sat down on the top step with a sigh and rested her head in her hands. She wasn't exactly comfortable with the fact that she could now understand almost every word. But she couldn't listen away either. It was almost like an accident where you just couldn't look away.
