The Forgotten Black

Taken

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24th November 1977

Estrella pov

With the whole Order business I'm in Dumbledore's favour because he knows I'll only do whats necessary and not everything I can if he doesn't show me favour. Which is why I'm home about  a month early alongside Regulus. The reason I wanted to return home is to get away from not only Dumbledore but those pesky Gryffindors in my year that I've been bickering with ever since our first night at Hogwarts. In all truth I wanted to know what Dumbledore said to my parents to let me join the Order but unfortunately they haven't been very forthcoming. All my Gryffindor friends have taken full advantage of being able to communicate with me by constantly writing letters to me, and none have sent more than Sirius. At this point I'm unsure if he just really missed me or if he sends as many letters as possible to piss out parents off. 

"I still can't believe you managed to connive Dumbledore into letting us leave Hogwarts," Regulus says and takes a bite out of his food.

"Well if I'm going to be part of his little group I better get some privileges from it," I respond smirking lightly. While mother and father have clearing stated their hatred for my involvement in the Order once they heard how I used it to my advantage they became a little calmer seeing as the everyday howler Dumbledore received from my family ceased. 

"Yes, very clever played my dear," father says nodding his head in approvement.

"Though you still haven't mentioned why you wanted to come back," mother continues.

"The Gryffindors were pissing me off," I say causally making Regulus laugh.

"You've been at each other throats since your first year," he remarks.

"Yeah well they started it, I'm just returning the favour," I say.

"How many times have you sent those five to the hospital wing compared to how many times they've sent you?" Regulus asks.

"Not my fault they can't land a hex on me or protect themselves from getting jinxed," I comment making Regulus smirk at me and nod as though he were proud of my abilities to send Gryffindors to the hospital wing. As mother and father quietly converse about something Regulus and I fall into a comfortable silence which allows me to recall the memory of when Dumbledore announced to the whole damn world that I was part of the Order.

10th November 1977 (2 weeks ago)

Angrily I throw the daily prophet into one of the many hearths scattered around the Slytherin common room. Everyone smartly stays away from me, as they all now that a Black when in rage is one of the most dangerous things. From what I've heard of the stories told by my family members about the Black family is that we go into a sort of tunnel vision our eyes changing, pupils dilating until they have completely overtaken our eyes in the black eye colour that we all have turning our eyes into complete and utter darkness. That isn't what's happening to me now but I'm still furious. Regulus is the only one who approaches me even junior and Evan linger back their self prevention in high gear no doubt.

"I'm going to kill him," I tell Regulus and he nods.

"I know," he says placing his hand on my back and soothingly rubs it up and down effectively calming me.

 "Come on, we've class," he says.

"I don't want to go to class, I want to leave this place. I want Dumbledore to leave this school, he is turning Hogwarts into a nightmare for me," I say. I hate Dumbledore, I hate him and all his schemingly annoyingly smart plots.