To be a blood Traitor

by unmistakablegryffindor

Nebula Rowle's Parents are pure-blood maniacs. Just as bad as the Blacks, if not worse. But Nebula and Sirius feel like they've been lied to. Where was the proof that Muggles were filth. Join Nebula and Sirius as they struggle through the pressures put on them from their families and friends.

1. Who am I?

Hi guys! This is my first ever story. I got the idea for this story:

I was reading The Order of the Phoenix when Sirius was discussing his family tree. I thought to myself, what if someone else experienced this too. But a girl.

2. I am curious about a young Sirius.

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Nebula's point of view

Before we start on the story, let me tell you a bit about myself. My name is Nebula Canice Rowle. I have inherited my mother's honey eyes and my father's mahogany locks. I am currently 11 years old and will be going to Hogwarts in a few months' time. Oh sorry, I forgot about you muggles. Hogwarts is a magic school *gasp* yeah I know.

I've got a sister called Polaris, who is two years younger than me. She buys all the pure-blood stuff our parents tell us. There is a few things you should know about us Rowles. We are among the few pure-blood families left in the world, and I have been told that it's something to be proud of.

My family are obsessed with keeping it that way. Anything that associates us with muggles must be rid of. My aunt Calisto, my mother Kamaria's sister (they insist on carrying on the tradition of naming us after stars and constellations) married a muggle-born, so she was disowned. My parents tell me that I have to marry a pure-blood because muggles are filth. They are beneath us.

What I don't understand is why. Why are they beneath us? What makes them so different? I don't dare ask my parents. The last time I asked, I was seven. My father, Titan, slapped me across the face hard and told me not to ask so stupid a question. The only one that seems to agree with me is Sirius.

Sirius is among the ancient Black's and is a respected Pure-blood family. The Blacks are family friends and are always invited for dinner. In fact they should be over here soon. I Sirius and I are going to Hogwarts together. We have a lot in common. But the main thing that has brought us together is our indifference. We question the superiority of pure-bloods.

Ding dong! That must be the Blacks. Now if you excuse me, I have a dinner party to attend.

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That was just a taster! A kind of base to build on.

Thanks for reading,

unmistakablegryffindor.