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Callista Black never fit. She carved space for herself anyway, unbothered by the symmetry she ruined. She didn't care who loved her, or who didn't. She loved them all anyway. Loudly. Shamelessly. Confidently.
She's the kind of person you would want gone and miss the loudest when they aren't around.
Not quite a ball of sunshine.
But undeniably a stubborn, aggressively affectionate, moody, and catastrophically clumsy form of entertainment.
Callista Black: Daughter of Regulus Black. Tongue of Sirius Black.
And a heart that, unfortunately, doesn't know when to stay out of trouble.
Including a certain dragon tamer.
*cough* Charlie you handsome man *cough*
Life was fine, normal even, if you were merciful. Until Sirius Black broke out of prison.
Everyone thought it was vengeance.
Callista wondered if it was loneliness.
The one where Sirius Black meets his niece.
"Two Broken Misfits, broken just enough to fit right."
[Charlie Weasley × Hufflepuff OC]
Because - Dragons, muscles, questionable decisions and whatnot.
*Slowburn, btw.
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The Harry Potter universe belongs to J. K. Rowling. Callista Black is mine.
This story is written for fun, so you might as well enjoy it.
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1st May, 2026:
somehow hit #1 in a few tags (remuslupin, charlieweasley, billweasley?? yeah I don't get it either)