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Adaliah Winslow was the sweet, smart and sometimes quippy child that everyone loved to be around.
If this is all true, then why must fate whisk her away as if on a not so colorful hot air balloon, dragging her to the not so homely London where she would soon learn how to perfect the art of acting a slave to Pureblood royalty, one of the sacred 28, the Black family?
She would never quite know the answer to this, to be exact. Why she must live amongst people who thought of her as no more than filth on the bottom of their shoe, and treated her as muggle filth, "even worse than mudbloods", they would say.
But there was a reason that they kept her, a reason that her happy life was stolen between her young a brittle fingers, leaving the only thing to bring her joy, their son, Sirius Black.