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Cassiopeia Black, raised in the shadow of Grimmauld Place by Kreacher and her grandmother's screaming portrait, enters Hogwarts carrying the weight of the Black name. Regal, dramatic, and taught to be perfect, she hides a loneliness that Hogwarts slowly begins to heal.
In Gryffindor, she finds herself drawn into Harry Potter's journey - first as a friend, later as something far deeper. Their bond grows quietly in the background, a thread of fate tying them together long before either of them can name it.
But Cassiopeia's past is never far behind. With her father disgraced, her rare magic unawakened, and her place between two worlds uncertain, she must learn that perfection is not strength - and that true courage is born in the moments she dares to be herself.
"She was born a Black, but fate tied her to a Potter."
(H.J.P X Fem!OC)
Author's note: English is not my first language. Please forgive mistakes along the way - I'm learning as I write. Thank you for reading and supporting this story.