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 made her way back to the Hospital Wing where Harry has laid unconscious for days. She walked along the halls with haste, not wanting to miss Harry waking up. She had been worried about him since he was taken to the Hospital Wing. Her and Ron would sit in there with him chatting, but when Hermione would arrive Y/n would quickly dismiss herself.
She pushed the doors to the Hospital Wing open, her gaze first landing on Harry who was now sat up in the bed where he had been for the past few days. "Harry, you're awake!" Harry smiled over at her before her gaze shifted to the edge of his bed, her eyes widened seeing Dumbledore sitting looking back at her. "Professor Dumbledore! I'm sorry for interrupting."
Y/n turned to leave but stopped in her tracks hearing Dumbledore speak up, "It's quite alright Miss Black," He began, his voice gentle as he continued on. "You were there with Harry, you should stay for this as well. Come sit." He motioned toward the chair next to where Harry was sitting.
Y/n nodded towards Dumbledore and rushed over feeling a little bit anxious as she took a seat next to Harry's bed. Dumbledore looked back to Harry, his gaze holding a hint of seriousness to it. "Now Harry, do you know why Professor Quirrell could not bear to have you touch him?" He queried, his tone carrying a sense of wisdom.
Harry shook his head slowly, meeting the old professor's gaze. "It's because of your mother. She sacrificed herself for you. And that kind of act leaves a mark." Harry reached up, touching the scar on his forehead.
"His scar?" Y/n chimed in, her tone hushed as she listened intently.
Dumbledore chuckled lightly, shaking his head at the young student's "Oh no, this kind of mark cannot be seen. It lives in your very skin."
Harry looked to Y/n, his eyes filled with curiosity. He shifted his gaze back to Dumbledore, "What is it?" Harry queried in a soft, whispered tone.
"Love, Harry. Love" Dumbledore smiled, his tone soft mixed with a sense of significance. Harry looked at him shocked as he reached forward, rubbing his head gently. Dumbledore stood to his feet ready to take his leave when he spotted a certain magical treat on Harry's candy cart. "Ah Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean!"
The old professor picked the box of beans up from the cart examining it, a playful glint in his eyes as he spoke. "I was unfortunate enough in my youth to come across a vomit flavored one, and since then I'm afraid I've lost my liking for them." He smiled up at Y/n and Harry who shared an amused smile on their faces as they listened.
"But I believe I may be safe with a toffee one." He reached into the box pulling a small bean out from it. Setting the container back down, he popped the bean into his mouth. After a few moments of chewing, he turned to the kids. "Alas, Earwax!" He announced walking away with a satisfied smile across his face.
Watching Professor Dumbledore leave, Harry cleared his throat turning toward Y/n. "Hey uh Y/n? How... How did I get in here? Did you bring me all the way here?" He knitted his brows in a furrow as his inquiry took Y/n by surprise.
