Chapter 1: Druella Black

"Just one more push madam" the voice from above my head sounding as if it were a million miles away. I was disgraced enough as it were, having everyone know that the reason I was here was to have this thing that is clearly the work of the devil. Although my husband and my adopted son want me to keep it I cannot bring myself to do it. I won't even look at it, not even feed it but instead forget about this whole painful experience. My fifth child and this one caused me the most pain, as if it already had some kind of vendetta against me.

"Druella?" The voice of the healer above me "Druella, just one more push" he said looking between my legs as it made its appearance into the dark and desolate world. I pushed, all of my dignity already gone. With sudden clarity I pulled the healer down to my level.

"Tell my family the baby died. Then get rid of it in anyway you can" I pleaded "I don't want it" I said a small tear falling down my face. How did I get reduced to this state? Me, the great Druella Black nee Rosier, I angrily wiped the tears from my face and looked up at the healer.

"Are you sure?" he asked as the nurse held the baby on the other side of the room. I could do nothing but nod.

"She's beautiful" the nurse cooed looking down into the tiny bundle in her arms.

"Then you keep her" I snapped looking away and closing my legs. "Tell my husband that it died. Get rid of it." It was more of an order now than a desperate plea. So it has become a she. Why did that matter? I sighed and closed my eyes to hear the door open and the sound of the healer's voice as he carried out my instructions. Through the other door towards the main wards went the nurse that had already fallen in love with it and the baby itself. My family pushed the doors open and looked in on me. My husband, Cygnus looked as if he were crying. Bellatrix, Narcissa, Andromeda, Cassiopeia and Alexander all following him. Alex looked slightly pained, but the girls couldn't care less. They didn't want another sister. Bellatrix was already at Hogwarts and the others were soon to follow. Hopefully this thing would never be admitted to go to that school with the rest of her family. She may even have the luxury to talk to them every now and again. And not even know it. And that was the last thought Druella Black ever had for her 5th child.

And so began the life of Phoenixa Verity Black, known as Smith to those at the muggle orphanage in which she was sent. At the age of 3 she was adopted by a young muggle couple who by chance gave her the name of her real family. Her story continues and is very much the same as this.

Phoenixa Verity Black

Tragedy waiting to happen