Madilin VanCourt. The VanCourts are famous for being rich, powerful, and prejudice against muggleborns. Sirius Black. The Blacks are famous for the same things. Every member of the two families is sorted into Slytherin, except for Madilin and Sirius. Neither family is happy, Mady and Sirius are outcasts, they should be best friends... right? Wrong! Madilin can't stand Sirius, who developed a crush on her in third year. When sixth year rolls around, the wizarding world is a mess. Voldemort, the darkest wizard the earth has ever seen, is on the rise. Muggleborns are slaughtered, purebloods are more powerful than ever, and Madilin finds herself forced to make a decision that no fifteen year old should make. Should she follow in her families footsteps, or follow her heart and do what's right? Disclaimer*** I initially wrote this story when I was eleven, five whole ass years ago. I'll be the first to admit that the writing in the first chunk of this story is fairly poor and many people have not been hesitant to tell me so through comments or direct messages. I truly can't believe that this has gotten the reception that it has and I am forever grateful to anyone who read this and helped boost the confidence of eleven year old me. I will never delete this story for sentimental reasons but I do feel the need to warn y'all that it is not my best piece of writing (though it is the one that's done the best so what do I know?)