Broken Heirs

When you're born in a burning house, you think the whole world is on fire. But it's not.

Moving from Russia to England was a stressful change, add magic, etiquette and endless rules, Alina Belyaeva is suffocating in high society. Expected to be docile as the tensions rise and war was on the wizarding world's front door, she is pulled in all sorts of directions. Luckily, as many Hogwarts students were reminded, help is always there should one ask and one was never alone.

Despite her icy facade and uptight demeanor, a few students at Hogwarts wormed their way to Alina's heart. And regardless of the trivial house rivalries, epic miscommunication and general teenage fuckery, there was still hope for the future.

Sirius Black was once such person who held a highly special place in her heart. He might have been born in the Noble House of Black but the only things he shared with his family was a snobbish love for finery and an infuriating knack for dancing. As he fights for his brother, he learns to look beyond Alina's facade and love the lonely girl who always catches his eye.

Cross posted to ao3

Trigger warnings: child abuse, abuse, domestic violence, violence, self harm, sexual assault, depression, anxiety, PTSD, disordered eating, substance abuse