TRUEST BLACK- S.B daughter

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February 24, 1996

Hazel never really gave a thought about the war ahead of them. It pained her to think about the Dark Mark on her skin, reminding Hazel how her side of the war was already chosen by her mother instead of her.

But it wasn't until that February morning that Hazel actually realized how close the war actually was.

When she walked to the Great Hall, it felt as if everybody was staring at her, it wasn't so weird for her since she was used to the stares, but this time they were different. They were not only sent her way, but to the rest of the Slytherin table, who looked too happy to be real.

She sent a small smile towards George's way only to be meet with a frown on his face. This instantly putted Hazel on edge as she tried to remember anything she must of done to piss off George.

"What's going on?" Hazel asked as she sat down next to Kialo and Aurelius. The latter shoved the Daily Prophet towards her, only giving her a few seconds to get a hold of it.

Ten black-and-white photographs that filled the whole of the front page, nine showing wizards' faces and the tenth, a witch's. Some of the people in the photographs were silently jeering; others were tapping their fingers on the frame of their pictures, looking insolent. Each picture was captioned with a name and the crime for which the person had been sent to Azkaban.

Antonin Dolohov, read the legend beneath a wizard with a long, pale, twisted face who was sneering up at Hazel, convicted of the brutal murders of Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

Algernon Rookwood, said the caption beneath a pockmarked man with greasy hair who was leaning against the edge of his picture, looking bored, convicted of leaking Ministry of Magic secrets to He Who Must Not Be Named.

But Hazel's grey eyes were drawn to the picture of the witch. Her face had leapt out at her the moment she had seen the page. She had long, dark hair that looked unkempt and straggly in the picture, though she had seen it sleek, thick and shining. She glared up at Hazel through heavily lidded eyes, an arrogant, disdainful smile playing around her thin mouth. Like Sirius, she retained vestiges of great good looks, but something—perhaps Azkaban—had taken most of her beauty.

She looked like an older version Hazel.
In a scary and weird way she did, which caused Hazel to frown deeply.

Bellatrix Lestrange, convicted of the torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom.

MASS BREAKOUT FROM AZKABAN,
MINISTRY FEARS
FOR OLD DEATH EATERS.

It didn't surprise Hazel that much, in way it took them long to get out if that hell of a hole. Yet she didn't understand why the whole school was against Slytherin, is not like it's their fault this happened.

"Can't wait to meet them" said Kialo excitedly as he looked from Hazel to Aurelius.

Sometimes Hazel forgets her only two friends do actually believe in blood purity and all that non-sense.  It felt like a slap on the face when he said that, how could somebody be that twisted to be excited to meet murderes that caused so much damage?

"That's fucked up" Hazel said not daring to look at Kialo.

She looked through her lashes as Aurelius shook his head at Kialo, obviously trying to stop a fight.

Hazel backed away a little as she tried to pretend nothing happened. She went to give Aurelius back the newspaper when involuntary the sleeve of her shirt rolled up a little causing the shadow of the Dark Mark to appear.
It did not go unnoticed as Kialo awkwardly coughed looking down to his food.