Harry Potter One Shots

Hatred (Gen fic)

A/N: You are Y/n Silvers-Black, daughter of Regulus Black. Same age as golden trio, you are  famous (or more) as Harry, you're a Slytherin. Harry and a lot of others hate you

Y/n POV:
As I finished reading over the letter Professor Dumbledore sent me, I grabbed my wand and took a handful of floo powder and returned home. I grew up in 12 Grimmauld Place, both my parents passing away while I was a baby, my uncle being sent to Azkaban, Kreacher raised me, alongside my grandmother, she was evil women, but she had a dear place in her heart for me.

Once I stepped out of the fireplace, I dusted my clothes off before walking over to my grandmother's painting.

"Y/n, is that you dear?" She looked at me.

"Yes, hello grandmother. I'm sorry I haven't been home in a while, I've been traveling with the Minister all summer." I replied.

"Good, a true Black heiress is back, he's been bringing blood traitors, mudbloods and half-breeds into my house." She spat.

"I will talk to him, but I have to go." I closed her portrait before walking into the kitchen.

Once I entered Uncle Sirius and Remus were at one end with Moody, Dumbledore, Tonks and Kingsley while on the other side was the whole Weasley family and in the middle was Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. Those two along with the rest of the younger Weasley siblings disliked me, never knew the reason why.

"What she doing here." Harry spat looking at me.

"You know you're staying at my house correct." I smirked.

"Professor Dumbledore I got your owl." I looked at the headmaster.

"When do you think the trial will be?" He asked.

"For Sirius, a couple weeks and for Harry in two days." I answered.

"You got me a trial." Uncle Sirius leaped out of his chair and brought me into a hug.

"Who is this?" Mrs. Weasley looked narrow eyed at me.

"I'm Y/n Silvers-Black, Sirius's niece. I work with the ministry." I answered. "Oh hello Mr. Weasley I didn't see you."

"Hello Y/n." He smiled. I would usually stay in Mr. Weasley's office and the two of us would talk about muggle inventions all day long.

"So Mini Pads, where have you've been?" Uncle Remus asked.

"I've been with the Minister, Dolores Umbridge and Percy Weasley in America." I answered. "It's nice to know that two of your family members are kind to me." I looked over at the Weasley's.

I continued to catch up with my uncles and Tonks while having dinner not engaging with the Weasleys, Potter and Granger. I thought of reasons why Harry hated me.

1. I was a woman, and woman are superior to men.
2. I'm a Slytherin, the boy has hated Slytherins since the minute he met Draco.
3. I'm more famous than him.

"But I'm the chosen one." I heard him say to Weasley and Granger.

"Don't bring that up." I complained. "I swear everyday at Hogwarts you say 'I'm the Chosen One' and think you're going to get special treatment. It's annoying and everyone hates it, but no one wants to say it so they can stay in your good graces. Let me tell you a little secret, no one gives two shits about you."

"That was extremely rude." Granger looked at me.

"You want to talk rude okay." I set my fork and knife down. "You call Luna Lovegood 'Loony' just because she isn't 'normal' like you, Weasley made fun a girl during 4th year about her weight, but he eats like his life depends on it. And Harry 'The Chosen One' Potter, where do I even begin. You're prejudiced. Talking about house unity and everyone equal, but bad mouth every single Slytherin thinking they're going to death eaters just because Tom Riddle was in their house. If I remember correctly, Peter Pettigrew a Gryffindor, sold out your parents. You not do a single ounce of work and still are able to pass every class. Do I need to continue."

Everyone had stopped and looked at me, the trio was fuming. Say what you want, but you know what I said was true. They make me out to be the bad guy because I'm Slytherin who doesn't give two shits about people's opinion.

"You play me out and the rest of Slytherins are evil bad guys. Did you know Draco plays the piano to first years who are scared at night and can't sleep. Blaise helps kids study for upcoming exams. Daphne and Pansy demanded McGonagall and Dumbledore to pay the house-elfs. I hangout with Neville Longbottom everyday in the greenhouse while he talks about his plants, because his 'so-called-friends' don't have time to listen to him talk. At the Ministry, I stay in Arthur Weasley's office and we talk about muggle inventions, I haven't got the slightest clue about them, but I enjoy watching him talk about things he loves." I finished.

"You're a Black, you'll just end up a death eater just like your father." Harry called out.

At was at this moment, Harry Potter knew, he fucked up

I jumped over the table tackling Harry to the ground. I was able to get on top of him throwing punches at his face.

"Don't-punch-you-punch-ever-punch-talk-punch-about-punch-my-punch-father-punch-again."

It this point, his nose was broken and my knuckled were blooded. I felt someone try to pull me off Harry and not succeeding, another pair wrapped around him and was able to pull me off.

"Let me go, let me beat his ass!" I kicked and screamed in their arms. I was returned back to my seat.

"If you get up, I will tie you to this chair." Moody said to me. I huffed and crossed my arms.

"What was that for!" Ron yelled at me.

"He deserved it." I spat.

After I few minutes, Tonks was able to clean up my knuckles and Mrs. Weasley was able to clean Harry's face but his nose was still broken. I won.

"I should call the minister, they should throw you in Azkaban." He looked at me.

"I have the whole Ministry wrapped around my pinky, they wouldn't do anything to me, they fear me. You should be grateful, I got a trial. I could have just let them expel you and snap your wand myself, but I remembered how much Uncle Sirius talked about his amazing Godson, and I couldn't be more happy that he had a true family, but what you just did, you deserve that title anymore." I sneered.

"My father was a fucking hero, he killed himself trying to destroy a part of Voldemort. He lied to the man who can read minds, trying to spare the wizarding world of this reign, you shouldn't be called a hero when you gurgled on spit, my father should be the one we need to call hero, but because he was death eater he was immediately bad."

"Come on, Y/n let's go upstairs." Tonks help me stand up.

"Remember this Harry Potter, in the end you are going to betray so many people that you won't be able to live with yourself." I spat before walking out of the room.

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