BLACK. It was one word, one name that caused people's hearts to stop and legs to quake. It was the one name that could make grown men cower and children emit shrill cries and large tears.
It was a word that left an awful taste in your mouth; one taste that could not be scrubbed away with any type of agent. Black may just be the absence color in the eyes of muggles, but for the wizarding world it was the absence of light; the product of on pure evil.
Evil that would make even Merlin himself shiver inside his dirt covered casket.
Every single Black could be seen scowling and rubbing people into the dirt as though they were beneath them.
All the Black's seem to do was corrupt anything they touched, just as Midas turned all he owned into gold in the Greek myth. The only problem was that Midas was just a myth, a story that was probably brought on by the sweep of 'magic' and mysticism over the country.
The Blacks were not some horrible villain that would be defeated by a hero or a tall tale in history. No, the Blacks were so much more real than a page in a book. They only produced bloodlines of hate and corruption, even extending to the Malfoy family, which is most notable in the young Draco.
But, not all Blacks cause that blood freezing reaction.
There are a few who are looked upon with respect and admiration, even if it is in the heart of very few. Sirius Black, for one, can be considered on the side of light. If one would overlook the murder sentence, he is only a good natured man who had been framed.
His eyes may seem dark and grim, but with closer inspection, one can see the light in those eyes. Many people to this day would avoid him at all costs; even so much as to take a wrong turn in the road to avoid any eye contact.
If only Sirius could come out into the daylight. If he did, people would be a little less wary of the Black family. But, he was condemned and hated by the people he trusted.
So, all little hope rests in a young girl. She is far from perfect and contains the usual flaws, one which would be a crooked nose, but that does not detain from her mysterious beauty.
She is not the typical beauty whose hair seems to magically glow and flow when there is no wind. Her long brown locks seem to tangle at a moments notice, but that only gives her more personality.
Her eyes are not a brilliantly blue or green, but her coal black ones are striking to say the least. She can uphold a civil conversation, one that does not contain the word 'like' or the phrase 'oh my god' in it.
Her smile is said to be able to light up the darkest times, but she scolds her father every time he says it. The one thing that makes her outshine all those beauties is her modesty. Never once did she take a glance in the mirror and stare at her face for ungodly hours.
Never once did she laugh at an awkward person thrown into a social situation. For heaven sakes she even felt sorry for Severus Snape when he father told her stories of his constant torment on the Potions professor.
So, she can be regarded as a 'goodie two shoes', but those mischief in those eyes tell a different story. She is the daughter of a famous marauder after all. And most importantly, she is a Black. The only Black who could freeze over hell itself and then melt it again.