There is beauty in everything we see. Magic, just so happens to be the most beautiful. There is also pain. I was only 11 when I learned I could do magic. I was only 11 when I learned I was a pureblood witch. The sound of spells being shot and screams could be heard clearly outside of the classroom I had grown to love.

How simple were things back than, when sides didnt matter... When we could have just a little more innocence. Back when my Dragon didn't always feel scared. Back before blood covered my hands. When the only spell i knew disarmed you of your wand.

A tremor went down my back as I started my animagus transformation. Wings sprouted and I felt myself growing. My hair started shrinking and my eyes became sharped. I slowly walked out the class as I grew to my full height. My black scales shinning. I let out a breath and walked back into the fight, this time as a black dragon ready to win. For the light, for my family, for my friends, and for my Draco.

This is a time for war, voldemorts death now laid in my hands.

I am the daughter of evil turned good. I am a Black. I am part of the order. I am the chosen one the light didn't know they needed. I am a dragon animagus

I am.. Capella Lyra Black