Times Of Her Blood

Discontinued for the moment, apologies :)

The house of snakes isn't where she should be. After all, she isn't anything like the stereotypical Slytherin. That's what some think, anyway. Others, they believe and know that it is her birthright to be where she is, in the house of evil, the house of betrayal and continuous defeat.

Fred, George, Laurel. When the three arrived at Hogwarts soaked through to the skin, shivering and all wrapped up in one blanket, it seemed like an unlikely alliance.

But the teachers? The teachers saw something else. Someone else.

For the pranksters bring names to mind already, but the face of the girl with the dark hair and grey eyes drags an entirely different set of memories along with her, digging up secrets and lies that have been buried for a long time- secrets and lies that should stay just the way they are: buried six feet under, like she should be.

Another group of pranksters who's names haven't been spoken light-heartedly of for years. Eleven, to be exact.

They all believe the colours of silver and green are not where she belongs, that they are a definition of something she isn't. They all believe that she does not belong anywhere, that she is just as bad as her bloodline.

And then there's the question of said bloodline, a daunting secret ready to unfold before her and everyone else's eyes. A twisted story even the smartest of wizards never managed to unravel.

I don't own anything familiar in this, but anything that isn't the original plot or characters is mine. Of course, credits go to J.K.Rowling & co. I don't own the work that's obviously straight from the franchise (which is a lot, this is a fan fiction), and I always try to make a habit of crediting. Please don't copy my work.

Thanks :)