The Forgotten Black

Werewolves

Hi everyone, I want to say a big thank you for 800 and 900 reads!! Because I unfortunately missed the 800 reads mark (sorry) I will be posting two chapters today right after each other. Hope you enjoy this chapter and the next as much as you've enjoyed the others, and don't forget to vote and comment to let me know what you think so far. 

1978 February 12th

Estrella pov

A knock on the classroom door already has me standing and packing up my things before Professor Slughorn can tell the person to come in. The door opens revealing Professor Mcgonagall who is searching the room for something or someone. She finds me easily as everyone else is seated and taking notes.

"Excuse the interruption Professor Slughorn may I borrow Miss Black?" She asks politely even though my head of house doesn't have a choice if he wants to keep his job. This is after all stemming from the headmaster.

"Of course, Estrella," Professor Slughorn calls. He is the only Professor I allow to call me by my first name mainly because I like him as both a teacher and a person and he adores me in return so it's a mutual understanding. Silently I head to the door and past Professor Mcgonagall.

"Come, aren't we in a rush to get me to the battlefield?" I ask realsings she is just slowly strolling down the corridor. The past few (actually many) instances I have been pulled out of class were all fast and somewhat hectic. Usually I don't even have the time to ask what is happening before a portkey is shoved into my hand and I'm transported to wherever death eaters are currently attacking. The first time it happened was when Dumbledore was truly desperate and unfortunately that time I was a little too effective for my liking as Dumbledore now places me into every minor situation.

"This isn't Order business. This is something that Euphemia has been planning for the past 2 weeks," Professor Mcgonagall calming explains.

"Is it at the Potter's house?" I ask.

"No but you'll be meeting everyone else there," Professor Mcgonagall says.

"You know I can just disapparate there is no need to walk all the way to Dumbledore's office," I say and stop walking.

"Miss Black you're an underaged witch who shouldn't even know how to disapparate," Professor Mcgonagall lectures. Ok so she definitely doesn't know how freely our parents allow us to do magic at home. The law is stupid we're a group of magical people and aren't allowed to do magic? I'm who the fuck came up with that Idea, well to be fair a Gryffindor probably did.

"Right I forgot that you were a Gryffindor for a second," I say and continue walking. I'm sure all families who have at least a halfblood as a parent along with some few Pureblood families like the Macmillians and Weasleys follow the ministry's rules. But for most if not all Slytherin Pureblood families they allow their children to practise and use as much magic as they want. I mean why wouldn't you take advantage of the obvious flaw in the trace? We finally arrive at Dumbledore's office and I don't even spare him a glance nor does he me. The one thing we can agree on is our mutual hatred for one another.

"4 seconds," is all he says and I pick up the sweet he has laid out and a couple of seconds later I'm sucked alongside the portkey to the Potter house, specifically their living room.

"Estrella," Remus says and hugs me.

"Hey," I say, returning the hug.

"It's good to see you again," Remus says.

"You too, especially in such civil circumstances," I joke. Usually we'd just catch a glimpse of each other, both of us too busy fighting death eaters to even greet the other.