Y/n is Serius Black's child. She lives in a life of lies and misery with her adoptive death eaters. Her special powers are taken advantage from by Lord Voldemort, who had sent her to complete a task at Hogwarts as she slowly finds out the truth abou...
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Y/n seats herself next to Harry in Divination class. Ron and Harry stare at Y/n's baggy eyes. "Where have you been? We haven't seen you since yesterday." "Oh, yeah- sorry, I was just in the woods." Ron looks confused. "You were out in the Dark Woods at night alone?!" (Shit) "Yeah, uh... I like camping." Harry looks at Ron. "Mmmm... oh, OH!" Professor Trelawney comes towards Harry. "Look at the cup! Tell me what you see!" "Uh well... it sort of looks like a cross which means trials and suffering..." Harry looks up at Y/n. "But this, if you flip it, kind of looks like a snake... or skull-" "Mmnh give me the cup!" Trelawney drops it on the table in fear. "Oh dear girl... sweet girl- You have Morsmorde!" Trelawney gasps as a boy looks up the meaning. "Morsmorde.. known as the Dark Mark, for one's soul to be an enemy or falsehood bringing death and suffering. It's the most treacherous omen in our world. It's an omen that causes The Grim of another..." Whispers follow with stares, as Y/n notices Harry's face whiten at the sight in front of him. "Y/n... Harry's cup" Ron gulps. Y/n's heart drops to her stomach as she is holding Harry's tea symbol of The Grim.
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"You okay, Y/n?" Hermione notices her staring into emptiness. (Harry hasn't told her yet?) "I-" "Miss Black?" Y/n snaps out of it as Lockhart stares expectantly. "I wouldn't expect you to know who was the first to breed a Basilisk?" "Corban Yaxley" Y/n sighs. "Wrong! That's detention Miss Black." Hermione and Y/n look at each other confused. "Sir- It was Corban-" "No, it was Herpo the Foul..." Lockhart adjusted his collar. "Corban Yaxley was a regular wizard. It was not until he turned to dark magic by the name of Herpo the Foul that he bred a Basilisk." "That's not fair!" Hermione gasped. "That is quite enough, Miss Granger, unless you wish to join Miss Black?" Hermione slunks back into her chair, scolding Lockhart. The bell suddenly rings as Hermione gives Y/n a sympathetic look. "I'll be okay, it's just probably helping him with autographs." Hermione huffs. "Well if you see mine, burn it." Y/n giggles as Hermione rolls her eyes.
