A/N – I recently discovered the Black family tree and was thrilled to see a Black and a Weasley together. Septimus and Cedrella. And my mind started running away, what were they like, how did their families react, how long did they keep it a secret for? This is the story of how Cedrella Black became Cedrella Weasley. Or my take on it at least.
Chapter One
Warning
She was fifteen when she ran into him, literally. Cedrella had just finished potions and was on her way to the dormitory, when he came charging into her, like a big red hurricane.
"What do you think you're doing?" She had scorned, looking down her nose at him, immediately noting the red on his robes and in his hair. He was a Gryffindor and a Weasley. Cedrella shuddered and brushed her cloak where he had touched it.
"I was going to potions, I left my cloak there." He said simply, a challenging glare in his brown eyes. He wasn't short, he would've been a bit taller than Cedrella if she hadn't been breaking regulations and wearing heeled shoes, but his dirty clothes gave the impression that he was less, that he was scum. Cedrella almost had to feel sorry for him, although her sisters would've disapproved that. She had always been the overly emotional one.
"Pull yourself together." Cedrella suggested, not quite unkindly as she pushed past him.
"Excuse me!" He yelled, "Who are you, and what do you think you're doing ordering me around? I'm a year older than you at least!"
She turned and glared, "My name, Weasley - is Cedrella. Cedrella Black. You'll do well to remember it." Cedrella might've been the 'overly emotional' one, but you can still safely say that she had the majesty of her family.
He nodded, "Don't worry. I will." It was more of a threat than a promise. An empty one admittedly, but it had a certain effect on Cedrella. That night as she sat on one of the many chairs in the dormitory reading a book, water lapping at the windows, the Weasley boy haunted her thoughts with his orange hair and stubborn brown eyes. It was remarkable how someone of such a low status could still have a sort of pride about himself.
He'd never forget the first time he met her, he was in a rush to get his cloak, his father would kill him if he lost it, and he had managed to hit her on his way. She was solid as a rock and didn't even sway in those large heels as Septimus charged into her. Her hair was black, her eyes almost just as dark and her skin pale. There was a sort of ethereal beauty there and there was no doubt where she came from. She was a Slytherin.
As Septimus looked up at her, he decided that she had some nerve. Although so did most Slytherin's with their inflated sense of self-worth. He remembered her telling him to pull himself together and upon hearing her say those words, he planned to. She sounded almost pitying and Septimus didn't do pity. He had asked her who she thought she was and would never forget her chilling response, Cedrella Black. Black. Septimus let out a deep breath, all thoughts of pulling himself together for this witch gone. There was nothing he could ever do to impress a Black and he'd never want to. They were all creepy, egotistic and slightly mental.
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