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 sits on her bed in the girls dormitory, staring at a little black box in her hands with a red bow placed on top of it. She sighs looking out the window, excited about going on holiday and seeing her mother again. But as she looks back down at the box sitting in her hands, a sense of nervousness begins to grow inside of her. They will have to go to the train soon to all head home for Christmas, so Y/n takes a deep breath gathering up some courage. Then she gets up from her spot on the bed, putting the box in her pocket and walks out of the room to head to The Great Hall.
Y/n makes her way quickly to the hall, getting there relatively quickly. When she walks through the doors to The Great Hall, she spots Harry and Ron walking towards her about to leave. "Oh hey guys."
"Hey Y/n, ready for our holiday?" Harry smiles, his tone laced with genuine curiosity as he speaks.
"Yea I am." Y/n nods, her fingers in her pocket fidgeting with the bow on top of the box.
"We are heading to the common room to hang out there for a bit. Want to come with?" Ron queries, offering for Y/n to come along. The small gesture made her feel a bit of contentment.
"Sure." She agrees but then quickly remembers the reason she came into the hall in the first place. "Actually, do you know where Granger is? I need to talk to her." Y/n asks, almost sheepishly while her hand grips onto the box in her robe pocket.
"She's at the table." Harry turns around pointing towards the Gryffindor table. There Hermione sits reading a book intently by herself.
"Ok, thanks. I'll meet you two in the common room." Y/n smiles, nodding to the two boys then walks past them before they can respond. She cautiously walks over to Hermione, debating on tapping her shoulder or just clearing her throat to get her attention. She rolls her eyes at herself, the sudden nervousness irritating her slightly. Y/n clears her throat causing Hermione to quickly look over at her a bit startled. "Hey Granger."
"It's you. What do you want?" Hermione asks, her tone hinting with attitude looking up at her.
"I just came to have a normal conversation with you. No need for hostility." Y/n retorts, her tone mixed with teasing and playfulness hoping to keep the mood light.
Hermione huffs looking back down to her book, "Who says I want to conversate with you at all?" She quips, flipping one of the pages and tries shooing Y/n away with a wave of her hand. "I'm reading. Go away."
"Can you maybe pause reading for at least one minute?" Y/n asks, this time her tone is carrying a hint of sincerity in it.
Hermione rolls her eyes, her narrowed gaze meets yours as she spats. "Can you maybe leave me alone and let me read?"
Y/n scoffs softly, deciding to not engage in an argument with Hermione who has now gone back to reading her book. Y/n reaches into her pocket pulling the small box out, "Fine." She sighs, setting the box on the table next to Hermione. "Merry Christmas Hermione."
Hermione's gaze shifts to the small black box now sat next to her, her gaze then rises to Y/n's figure that walks away towards the hall doors. "Wait, Y/n!" Hermione calls out to her, standing up from her seat but Y/n ignores her, expecting there to be an argument and leaves the room. Hermione sits back down, placing her book down in front of her and picking the black box up in her hands.
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Y/n adjusted herself on the couch in the Gryffindor Common Room with her things next to her where Harry and Ron enter from the dormitories. Harry watches as students walk past their compartment, a small hum coming from him. "I wonder if Hermione will be joining us in here."
"I doubt it. Once she sees me here, I'm sure she'll turn around and leave." Y/n says with a sigh as she slumps back into her seat.
"Why? Did you two argue again?" Ron snickered, his tone mixed with exasperation and teasing.
"For once no. I wanted to have a normal conversation. But she just wanted me to leave her alone, so I gave her a present and left." Y/n shrugs, her tone nonchalant explaining what happened in The Great Hall prior to getting on the train. The fact that Y/n gave her a present brought a surprised expression to the boy's faces.
"What!? You gave her a present?" Harry gasps exaggeratedly, a shocked expression now plays on his face.
"And you didn't get anything for us? That's bloody rude, Black." Ron snorts, crossing his arms feigning betrayal. He looks away huffing and puffing exaggeratedly.
"And you're bloody annoying Weasley." Y/n jeers back rolling her eyes, then she turns her gaze toward her belongings packed next to her with a sigh.
"So. What'd you get her a present for then?" Harry queries looking over at her. Y/n looks back noticing that both their gazes are on her anticipating her answer.
Y/n groaned wiping her hand over her face, not wanting to admit why she gave Hermione a gift. But she could tell these two won't let up on the topic, so she gave in. "Alright I'll tell you. I... gave her a present as a peace offering. I was hoping maybe we could start actually being friends." Y/n grumbles the response out, crossing her arms and slumping further into her seat.
"And you say you don't like her." Harry's tone is taunting as he leans towards Y/n while Ron hums in agreement with Harry's statement.
"Not this rubbish again." Y/n narrows her eyes at Harry and Ron, sitting up straight in her seat once again. "I've told you before, I do not like her! At least in the way you two are insinuating." Y/n hisses in response, shooting daggers with her eyes at the two boys.
Harry and Ron snicker mischievously, Harry retorts back, "You have to admit that there's chemistry there. What with all the competing in class you two do." He shrugs, shooting a knowing look over at Ron, who nods in agreement.
"You two are idiots. That's just friendly competition. Keyword friendly." She paused, rolling her eyes, feeling frustration towards Harry and Ron growing. "Also, we are eleven years old. We don't know what having chemistry with someone feels or looks like." She says with a scoff before turning away from the boys.
"Whatever you say Black. But I think it's pretty clear what's going on." Ron snorts exasperatedly causing Y/n to snap her attention over to him. "You two are so going to-" Ron starts but a familiar mane of bushy brow hair catches Y/n's eye. She looks over seeing Hermione peeking into the common room from the entryway, prompting her to quickly shush Ron. "What? I'm just saying-"
"Shut up you twit!" Y/n snaps, her voice carrying urgency with a mixture of irritation and nervousness.
"What's your problem?" Ron furrows his brows looking between her and Harry, who is just sitting there awkwardly shrugging. Just then the sound of Hermione clearing her throat catches the attention of the three students inside. "Oh, that's your problem."
"Hermione hey!" Harry announces as Hermione takes a step inside the common room, seemingly sheepish.
"Hey. Mind if I sit in here with you guys?" Hermione queries, her gaze slowly shifts between the three of them.
"Of course. Have a seat." Harry motions at the free seat in front of him. Hermione nods quietly before walking over to one of the chairs placed next to the main couch. She takes a seat next to Ron, sitting across from Harry and Y/n.
Y/n takes a deep breath looking over at Hermione, meeting her awkward meeting her own. "Hey Granger."
"Hi" Hermione mutters a singular word before averting her gaze away from Y/n. Y/n looks out the window again turning her attention to the passing snowy scenery outside.
Harry and Ron exchange looks, as if they are having a telepathic conversation. They both shrug in sync before going back to conversating, adding Hermione into the mix after a while. Y/n occasionally looks over at the three of them, mostly focusing on the fact that she can go home to see her mother after months.
