The girl from black

(Neville Longbottom fanfic)

Y/N Black has never been to Hogwarts.

After years of being homeschooled and kept far away from the wizarding world, she and her sisters are finally sent to Hogwarts for the first time. But starting in fourth year is hard enough without carrying the last name Black.

Everyone knows that name.

Some fear it.
Some respect it.
Some hate it before they even know her.

Sorted into Slytherin, Y/N quickly realizes Hogwarts is not as simple as she thought it would be. Whispers follow her through the halls, students stare when her name is called, and people already think they know what kind of girl she is.

But Y/N is not Bellatrix.
She is not Sirius.
She is not the darkness everyone expects from her family.

She is just a girl trying to survive Hogwarts, the Triwizard Tournament, family secrets, and the strange feeling that the wizarding world is becoming dangerous again.

Then there is the Gryffindor boy.

Quiet. Nervous. Kind in a way that catches her off guard.

The first time he sees her, he looks afraid.

But as the years pass, fear turns into friendship, friendship turns into something softer, and Y/N begins to realize that some people can see past a name.

From the Yule Ball to the rise of Voldemort, from Hogwarts corridors to the Battle of Hogwarts, Y/N is forced to choose who she wants to be. A Black by blood, a Slytherin by house, and something entirely her own by heart.

War is coming.

Love is dangerous.