Y/n Black is an 11-year-old girl, who is the daughter of the notorious mass murderer Sirius Black. She embarks on a new journey to the magical school that is Hogwarts.
Worried that her father's reputation will cause her to be outcasted by the other...
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Y/n moves along the grassy pavement with her fellow first year students, where they assemble along the array of broomsticks arranged neatly in front of them. The day met with a soft, cool breeze as the students lined up in two lines across from each other. In a cluster of Gryffindor students, Y/n finds herself standing between Hermione and Harry, with Ron on the other side of Harry. Ahead of them is Draco and his cronies snickering about who knows what. Between the two lines of first years stands Madame Hooch, a witch with short gray hair and yellow eyes that hold a specific kind of intensity.
Madame Hooch greets the young witches and wizards as she walks towards the front of the lines and turns towards the young students. "Welcome to your first flying lesson," She declared, her voice carrying a serious tone to it. Her eyebrows raised and her hands sitting firmly on her hips. "Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone step up to a broomstick. Come now. Hurry up." She instructed, her voice stern waiting for the students to follow her order.
The students quickly comply, stepping forward with a sense of anticipation and curiosity filling them as they look down at their broomsticks. Y/n however looks down at her broomstick positioned neatly at her feet feeling a little nervous.
"Stick out your right hand, over the broom, and say 'Up'," Madame Hooch directs, sticking her right arm out demonstrating what the students need to do. "Now, go on."
Y/n takes a deep breath, a hint of determination in her eyes as she holds her right hand above her broomstick. She spoke the word aloud, "Up." But the broomstick did not budge, it remained set in its place in the grass.
She utters the word again, this time with more authority in her voice. "Up!" This time the broomstick responds, it snaps up into her hand. She cheers to herself, proud that she managed to get it down on the second try.
Y/n's eyes move to the left of her where Harry's voice sternly states, "Up!" To which his broomstick snaps smartly into his hand. A surprised look formed on his face as he gripped the wood.
Her eyes move to Ron who is agitatedly saying, "Up!" repeatedly. The broomstick comes up abruptly, but instead of snapping into his hand, it whacks him right in the nose. Y/n can't help but chuckle at the sight, covering her mouth to try and muffle any laughter.
The sound of irritation reaches Y/n's ears causing her to look off to the right of her. Hermione frustratedly saying the word, "Up!" But her broomstick simply rolls over. Y/n hums, finding it slightly amusing at how frustrated Hermione is getting. "What are you looking at?" Hermione's voice laced with venom as she spat towards Y/n.
"No need to be so hostile Granger. I'm just seeing how your progress is going." Y/n retorts with a smug smile forming across her lips. Hermione rolls her eyes and tries commanding her broomstick into her hand again. But once again nothing happens. "You really suck at this don't you?" Y/n sneers watching as she struggles with her broomstick.
