Welcome to my story Messalina! This is a work in progress so new chapters will come out sporadically. This is my first Harry Potter fanfic, any and all criticism is welcome! Please review, favorite, or follow!

And Messalina is pronounced Mess-a-lean-a and Lucien is Loose-In, and she looks like Meghan Ory.

Chapter One

Sirius was in the middle of his cold goodbyes with his family when his mother smiled tightly at something over his head and he turned around. "Guinevere, how pleasurable to see you again."

"Walburga, it has truly been too long. This is my daughter Messalina; say hello dear," Sirius turned his attention from the skeletal woman in front of him to a girl who looked his age with long dark brown hair tied with a big white bow in the back. The girl, Messalina, was dressed up like a porcelain doll with a Slytherin green dress on with a white fur wrapped around her shoulders and black shoes with white ruffled socks on. She looked miserable and swallowed nervously before turning to face the Black family.

"N-nice t-to meet you, I'm sure," She managed to say, seeming to recover from her stammering when her mother latched a bony hand tightly on her shoulder.

"She looks just like you when you were her age Guinevere, I wanted to try for a girl but it never happened. Little girls seem like they would be so much fun."

"Messalina, we must be going," The tall brooding man barked, making the girl flinch. For a split second Messalina looked terrified before flattening her face out so that no emotion showed. "There will be time to speak to the Blacks over Christmas."

"Y-y-yes Father." She murmured, allowing a filthy house elf to pull her trunk onto the train.

When Sirius was about to get on the train he had nearly forgotten the small girl until he saw her gazing sadly out a window in a compartment full of Malfoys, Blacks, Flints, and Notts. She looked like she was going to be sick as her almost black eyes peered across the platform longingly, her eyes nearly to him when her attention was yanked from the window.

The next time he saw her was at Sorting. He had forgotten her shortly after the train started and he had met James Potter who he was quickly becoming very good friends with. After he had been sorted to Gryffindor he was only listening for his new friends to be called but when Lucien, Messalina was called, he looked up from the table.

The pretty, doll-like girl walked up, pale and shaking. The hall was silent and he saw most of the Slytherins already preparing to clap apart from his cousin Bellatrix who was glaring through the students at Sirius who grinned back at her. The Lucien girl sat down and looked stricken a moment later when the hat told her something and seemed to be getting more and more frightened as she sat up there before the hat opened its mouth. "GRYFFINDOR!"

The girl looked terrified and whispered something to Professor McGonagall but the stern looking woman shook her head and gave her a small push towards the silent table. Sirius felt slightly bad for the girl, he had at least gotten some of the Gryffindors to clap for him. Every eye watched as the girl walked to the very end of the table where no one was sitting and sat down alone, staring at the empty plate in front of her. Sirius looked back up at the front of the Great Hall when one of the boys he had met on the train, Remus Lupin, walked forward to be sorted.

Had he remained watching Messalina, Sirius would have seen her fighting tears as she stared, stricken at the Slytherin table across the room. Antonin Dolohov, in particular, was glaring at her with such malice that the girl began to shake anxiously.

The Prewett twins were lounging in front of the fire when the first years entered, and it was from there that they heard Sirius Black's words.

"Oi Lucien, your uncle's in Azkaban isn't he? Killed some muggleborns right? How many was it again? Fifteen?" He was asking the thin girl with long dark brown hair.

"S-shut up Black, y-your family's no better than mine is," The girl managed to snap but after the prefect showed them their rooms the twins noticed the girl didn't returned to the common room like the rest of the first years.

The other first year girls walked by, whispering about something that made a pretty girl with red hair gasp. "You mean her family would do that?"

"Yeah and she's no better. She probably asked the Sorting Hat to put her here so she could spy on us," A girl with long blonde hair stated matter of factly.

The twins forgot about the girl until the next morning when she entered the Great Hall. She was one of the last to sit down, choosing to sit alone at the end of the table. She scowled at her plate for a long time before she began to slowly nibble on a piece of toast. When the mail began to arrive after a little while, an elegant black owl perched itself beside her, a letter held in its mouth.

Fabian noticed rather quickly that she was shaking as she took the letter from the owl and opened it. Her mouth began to quiver as she read its contents and she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her composure regained, the girl had a look of perfect pure-blooded stoicness on her face. She finished her piece of toast, picked up her timetable and walked away calmly but when the Great Hall's doors closed again the twins could hear someone running.

Muggleborns asked their pure-blooded friends about who she was and the purebloods told them that her family was made up of 'no good blood obsessed gits' and no one looked at the lonely girl. Slytherins taunted her in the halls but she never made a comment or anything in retaliation. She felt that she deserved it and couldn't blame them for any of the mean things they said to her, she was a blood-traitor afterall. It was odd really, to her at least, since she had never even thought she would even speak to a blood-traitor. The Sorting Hat had said that her future awaited her in Gryffindor, so she must have been set up for failure.

It went on like that for three weeks, girl was always alone and being taunted by older kids and even some other first years. Besides meals and passing in the halls and the common room, the Prewetts almost never saw her.

"Why doesn't she ever smile?" Fabian asked as the girl in question walked up to her dormitory, a few second years laughing at her. Gideon looked up from his essay to glare at his brother.

"You've never said two words to the girl, why do you even care?"

"Dark times my brother, dark times." Gideon gave him a look but his twin ignored it.

"Why would that even make a difference?" Fabian merely shook his head in response and stared off into the distance. Rolling his eyes, Gideon focused on his potions essay. "You just think she's a pretty. An ickle first year."

"Do not!"

"Oi Lucien! What's a piece of filth like you doing in our common room? Oh right, your own family can't stand you!" A second year boy sneered at the girl as she stoically walked past him and his friends in the common room. The group of four boys that would become the Marauders looked up, James and Sirius rolling their eyes before continuing on with their essays, Peter following their lead but Remus watched for a moment. The werewolf felt his heart breaking, for he knew that if anyone found out what he was, it would be him being tortured.

Just as Remus opened his mouth to say something to his friends, the Prewett twins barreled down the stairway. They came to a stop in front of Messalina and she visibly tensed, she knew that she was surrounded by older boys who could hurt her more ways than one.

"Stop it." Fabian barked, surprising Messalina and his fellow Gryffindors.

"Leave her alone." Gideon snapped and the boys snorted at them but walked away anyway. Gideon turned to the girl and his voice softened. "You okay?"

She nodded without looking up at them and Fabian patted her on the shoulder semi-awkwardly, just barely hearing her whisper 'thanks'.