Black Magic | Marauders Era

Growing up in the Black family, Toujours Pur wasn't just a motto, it was a way of life. There were rules to follow, roles to play, expectations to be met; these two words controlled every aspect of their lives.

For Lyra Black, these words were law. She had known what was expected of her since she was three years old. She was to be sorted into Slytherin, marry a respectable pureblood, and continue her husband's family line. Every part of her life was laid out before her; a script to be followed. The only problem was that she wasn't sure that was what she wanted, but she knew she had no choice in the matter. At least, that was until the Sorting Ceremony.

Little did Lyra know that soon one word would throw her family into chaos. That one word would begin a path of destruction to the perfect facade her family had spent centuries building. That soon her entire world would come crashing down around her, and she didn't want to be one of the ones lying in the rubble when it was all over.

Little did she know that a single moment would lead to a chain of events that would change her life entirely and leave her with a single question; did she want to follow the path her family laid out before her, or forge a new one?