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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"One of a wizard's most fundamental skills is levitation," Professor Flitwick proclaimed with enthusiasm, his hands moving through the air animating his words vividly. "Or to put it simply, make objects take flight!" While excitement is evident across the professor's features, the same couldn't be said for his young students. Many of whom sit uninterested, fumbling with whatever they have in front of them on their tables. All except Hermione were disinterested, but she sat attentively listening to the professors every word.
"Now as we divulge in this marvelous spell, one must remember the delicate and precise wrist motion we've been practicing." Flitwick advises with a hum towards his students. He looks around lifting his wand up, pointing it to the sky, "You all have your feathers yes?" He queries, most of the students unmoving. Except for both Y/n and Hermione who both grab the feather lifting it slightly off the top of the table. "Ah, good"
"Remember, swish and flick." Flitwick holding his wand hand outwards, demonstrates the motion for the students. He hums waiting for his students to copy the movement.
The students grab their wands from the table, lifting them up into the air. "Swish and flick" Their voices echoed in obedience to the professor's instruction, their wrists bearing close resemblance to his own.
"Ah and do not forget, enunciate." Professor Flitwick clears his throat and takes a breath before continuing. "Wingardium Leviosa. Off you go then." He instructs, the atmosphere changing from disinterest to uncertainty and a hint of anticipation.
While some students are struggling to gather any desire to perform this incantation, Y/n picks up her wand eagerly. "Wingardium Leviosa." She speaks the words, sure that she did the exact motion that Professor Flitwick demonstrated. But the feather still lay unmoving in front of her on the table. She grumbles frustratedly, her gaze moving across the room seeing Ron having similar issues.
"Wingardium Leviosa!" Ron exclaims, windmilling his arm around at the feather which has not budged an inch.
"No, no stop!" Hermione caustically puts her hand out in front Ron cautiously to make him stop waving his wand around. "Honestly, you're going to take someone's eye out." Her voice mixed with exasperation and concern.
"Besides, you're saying it all wrong. It's Levi-ohhhh-sa. Not Levi-o-saaaah." Her frustration evident, along with her dedication to precision, to which Ron did not have.
"Go on then, you do it if you're so clever." Y/n chimes on from the other side of the room. Hermione scowls at her interjection, only to be replaced by a smug and knowing smirk.
"Wingardium Leviosa." Hermione stated with confidence, her wrist delicately moving with a swish and flick. Without hesitation the feather in front of her ascends from its spot, defying the laws of gravity. A scoff escapes Y/n's lips as she sits back in her chair.
"Oh! Well done! See here everyone, Miss Grangers done it. How perfectly executed." Professor Flitwick's voice filled with pride and excitement. Hermione smiles in triumph with a hint of competitiveness as she flicks her gaze back to Y/n.
