Blood of My Blood

Prologue

Since the mere beginning of the Wizardry World, it had been the same. Everybody had their status, and like in the muggle world, anything lower than Pureblood was looked down upon. At least, that is what Cedrella Black grew up knowing. Being part of the Noble House of Black, pureblood was everything she was forced to know about. Her parents and grandparents strongly encouraged her interactions with halfbloods and especially with muggleborns to be minimal or nothing at all if she could help it. They believed that they were never going to be worthy to carry such power. That they would not be able to handle it, they had no training, no education. For many generations, the Black Family had numerous of members that were considered to be "blood traitors." And followed their hearts and dreams before staying in a house that believed they were the purest of purebloods. Her sisters understood why it had to be done, the line of descendants might get stained, and it was better to be safe than sorry and be looked down upon for generations to come. Cedrella never understood why it had to be such way. They were all descendants from Wizards and Witches, all cut from the same cloth but just put in different lives. When she was older, she fought with her mother that they were all the same, all from the same cloth just put in different lives. That the silly motto of her family was nothing but a joke and that day, Cedrella had slammed the door of her bedroom and cried for the first time over her family's choices of living. As she grew older and found herself falling for the red head boy in the Gryffindor house, she began to distant herself from her parents. Her sisters, Cheris and Callidora, who were just a few years older than her, began to suspect that their sister was interacting with a family they knew their parents would not approve. His family was just like hers, all family members were pureblood, being part of the Sacred Twenty Eight and well respected but to her family's eyes.. they were considered blood traitors. The Weasley's were no strangers to the term of blood traitors, in fact they were almost proud of being different then the rest of the Sacred Twenty-Eight Pureblood families. They accepted all magical folk and even interacted with Muggles when it was required too. The Weasley family had one son, by the name of Septimus. With his hair as red as flame, the boy was wooed by the long brown hair and the piercing gray eyes. He had heard plenty of the Black family, knowing that they had continued to see his family with a bad eye but that did not stop him from falling for the girl with the green and sliver tie around her neck.

"Cedrella! What do you think you're doing?!" Callidora whispered as her sister wrapped the robe around her frame and slipped on her shoes. "You're not going to see that boy are you??"
"What does it matter to you, Dora? Go back to sleep."
"You'll get caught!"
"I'll take my chances. I'll catch you later." And with a grin on her face and her long hair in a ponytail, fifteen year old Cedrella, quietly made her way out of the Slytherin
common room and through the halls.

When Callidora had graduated from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Cedrella felt more free in seeing the man that caught her eye in her last two years. Septimus had made it all possible for the two lovers to not get caught during their late strolls through the halls and their quick kisses during the class switches. For years, her parents had not caught up with their youngest daughter's doing, that was until an unfortunate night where Septimus and Cedrella were caught by the housekeeper who covered in glue and feathers.
Letters were sent home, and Howlers had come back. Septimus' parents were not proud of the foolish act their son had pulled, Cedrella's parents were not proud of the foolish boy their daughter was caught with.