The Forgotten Black

A Descendant of Ravenclaw

26th September 1979

Estrella pov

I have decided to take a step back from running the school and being active in the society of school and my house. My housemates are grateful to be able to step up on the ladder. The truth is I don't have the time nor the energy to run the school with the war getting worse and worse by the day. I can barely read the prophet as every day a new attack is pasted on the front page. It makes me wonder if the death eaters that attacked, under their masks, is there a face I know? With all of my siblings and friends graduated I find that I have a lot of time on my hands. I'm not lonely, far from it actually seeing as I'm acquainted with all of Slytherin house. I constantly correspond through letters with Regulus, Evan, Junior. Bellatrix writes sometimes and I always make it a priority to respond quickly. As for Sirius, Andromeda and my Gryffindor friends I see them during Order meetings and attacks. There isn't really much time for us to just hang out and have fun. Overall it's not perfect but we're making it work. The most annoying thing in my life at the moment surprisingly isn't the death eaters and their attacks, but the five Gryffindors I've been enemies with since the first day during our first year. For some reason they believe that they can attack me now that Regulus, Evan and Junior have graduated. Unfortunately they were to stupid to remember that in my past time I quite literally fight death eaters and constantly beat them. Needless to say none of their pitiful attempts at hexing me have been successful, quite the opposite actually I've sent them to the hospital wing. Dumbledore tried to give me an earful for touching his precious Gryffindors but I just reminded him of how useful I am to him in the war and that made him shut up.

3 weeks later

Estrella pov

I am wandering the castle checking classrooms as it's my turn to patrol. I go to check another classroom when I hear shouting. I raise my wand which I already have in my hand and rush to the yelling. To my surprise I find the bloody baron and the grey lady.

"I said leave me alone!" The grey lady screams. I roll my eyes, it seems that even in death women have to deal with men.

"You heard her. Leave," I say, announcing my presence to the two ghosts. The glare the bloody baron sends my way is a nasty one, definitely a Slytherin student. I don't back down and after a few seconds he floats away grumbling under his breath. I turn to the grey lady to see...myself? What in the name of Merlin? The ghost has a haughty look that is uncanny to how us Blacks tend to look. She also has raven black hair and dark brown almost black eyes. The very features that I have, that my family has.

"What's your name?" She whispers clearly as shocked as me.

"Estrella Aurora Black," I answer and my surname seems to make sense to her.

"Care to share what you've figured out Ravenclaw," I snap.

"You think of me as a Ravenclaw?" She asks not sounding upset by the idea.

"Yes I guess I do," I reply slowly.

"My name is Helena Ravenclaw," she introduces herself. I'm about to ask if Rowena is her mother but stop myself. I hate it when people see me as nothing more than an appendage of my parents.

"Not going to ask about my mother?" She questions thickly.

"I hate it when people do it to me so I don't do it to others," I explain. Helena nods in a sort of thank you way.

"My aunt married into the Black family back when I was alive. The marriage united England and Scotland with the two royal and Pureblood lines. It's the reason the animal in the Black family sigil is a raven," Helena says.