In The Name Of Love || Hermione Granger

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮 ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

The choices of the girl whose name begins with the A and
who is born as July dies, will determine the future of us all.
The magic world's destiny is in her hands.
The Dark Lord will want to mark her as his own property.
What path will she take?

That was the prophecy that the youngest member of the Black family had pressed on her neck as a deadly blade, ready to kill her at any moment. That was the prophecy that would irrimediably condition Amelia Black's life, making her start to believe that death was a better option that going on living in a world full of suffering.

Because of this prophecy, Amelia would have to choose on which side she wanted to stay: whether on the dark one or the good one. That apparently insignificant choice would permanently change everyone's life.

But at the tender age of thirteen years old, the little girl wasn't aware of it yet. She actually couldn't imagine what the future held for her, not even in her wildest dreams. All that mattered for her now was going to Hogwarts to become the most powerful witch of all times.

She had read any possible story about the school of witchcraft and wizardry, wanting to know every secret of it. But obviously, that was impossible. Perhaps neither the headmaster knew all of them.

She couldn't lie, she was feeling rather nervous about going there. Not because she was scared of anything, but because she, for the first time, felt the pressure of her name.

She had to keep high the honour of the noble house of Black family just as her brother was wonderfully doing, but she wasn't sure she was ready to. Tomorrow was going to be the most important day of her life, when she would get sorted into her house. But it worried her. She had to be sorted into Slytherin, and the fear of not being into that house increased minute by minute as darkness fell. Every member of the Black family had been a Slytherin. Her father had been the only exception, and he had been completely cancelled by the family. She didn't want the same fate...

She was sitting at the windowsill of her bedroom, admiring the landscape in front of her. She could see the brown leaves slowly starting to fall from the trees, feeling the warm wind blowing through her hair, messing it. A little smile cracked on her face as she spotted a small bird spreading its wings, flying away who knows where. The bird was free while she felt a prisoner in her own house, as if she was surrounded by strangers and not by family. Maybe things would change at Hogwarts. Maybe she would find a group of friends like her brother did. Maybe she wouldn't be alone anymore.

She then came back staring at the wand she had bought that morning. She turned it between her fingers, examining it. Apparently, it could seem a normal wand, but Mr Ollivander thought otherwise: "The owner of this wand will have to give up on everything in order to succeed in their mission, even their own soul." She frowned, uselessly trying to decipher the meaning of his words, wondering if what he had said would ever become true. Aaron laughed it off when she told him about Mr Ollivander's words, saying that he was only an old, crazy man. However, she wasn't so sure of that. There was something in his words that kept echoing in her head, and that wasn't good at all.

Did she have a mission she didn't know about? Would she really have to give up on everything she had to accomplish it? And then the question which terrified her the most: would she lose herself in the end?

What Amelia didn't know was that all she had believed into since now was just a lie, destined to blow up sooner or later. Every aspect of her life was nothing but a lie used to protect her. Even what was certain, in reality, was just a lie. Her own family was just a stupid lie...

Her years at Hogwarts would be the best and the worst of her life. But that was another thing she wasn't aware of...

Due to all the thinking, she was exhausted. When she yawned for the thousandth times, she decided that maybe it was time to rest a little bit, or at least to try to.

She put the wand on the small table next to her bed, aligned with her luggage and her school uniform. She grabbed from a hidden bag she jealously guarded into her wardrobe, the only thing she had left from her father: a small mirror. Sirius had left a note on it, which said that she could have used it to see him whenever she needed him, but it never functioned. Amelia every night sat on her bed with her legs crossed determined to make it work, desperately needing to talk to her father, to hear his voice which she only imagined, to be comforted by him, to receive an advice for tomorrow... but there was nothing she could do, it didn't work once. Maybe it was broken.

She put on her comfy pyjamas, washed her teeth, removed the scrunchie from her brown hair, and finally laid down on her bed. But as she laid down, her eyes seemed to want to remain open, prospecting her a sleepless night.

About one thing, she was sure, though: nothing was going to be the same after tomorrow.