somberdreamss
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Delphini Black had always known she was different. Raised in the quiet, vigilant care of Remus Lupin, she had learned early that the world's rules did not apply to her.
Daughter of Regulus Black, her last name was a legacy she carried like a shadow she could never shake.
Her magic was ancient, distinct, wild, fueled by the weight of prophecies whispered before even the stars had been born. She was marked by destiny.
Yet, despite the shadows that clung to her past, there were moments of light - fragile, fleeting, and achingly human.
Among those lights were the Weasley twins, who had welcomed her into their chaos and laughter. She had laughed more with them than anyone else, felt the rush of belonging she had almost forgotten existed.
But Fred Weasley... he was a tangle of affection and frustration, of longing and fear, a pull that made every stolen glance and careless joke feel like both comfort and torment.
And when it burned, it burned - inside her chest, in her blood, in the way she could never quite look away, never quite breathe right when he was near.
And perhaps that was the cruelest part of all...