Chapter 1-Black Sheep
The year is 1971 on a cool and mild September the 1st, it was the first year for the future friends James, Remus, Sirius and Peter when they all attended Hogwarts, but it was the year that my own world become a living hell. It had now been my third year at that strange school of magic and mystery. Right from the beginning three years ago I had felt it could have been a way to escape the tyranny of the Black family, but I was mistaken.
being part of one if not the biggest pure-blooded wizarding family around, my family isn't the best family to be a part of when all you wish to be is unnoticed when you are shy, unsocial and not that great at having conversation's with large groups of people. Though both of my sisters would tell you that school life for them is only "a bore" and "well I find it just fine, now bugger off, can't you see I'm talking!"
Have you ever heard the term 'black sheep' used in your everyday lives? Well neither have I, though I have been called a more appropriate less-muggle name, they call me the black hippogriff of my family, in other words the lose screw. This is because of my outstanding independent personality from the rest of my family that differs from the mind-set of the Blacks, and now, after these events it seems so ironic that it was used to bully and subjectively me to shame.
I was distraught to find myself to be in that same house as the filth I have to call sisters, Slytherin the worst imaginable house...
I suppose that I'd probably be dead or worse if I had ending up in any other house, but I'd have appreciated a less pure blooded house that suits me better, like ANYTHING BUT SLYTHERIN!
I've learnt that the hat is scared of me because of the rage ball that was presented to him for sorting on that fateful day and the way I can tell is because he would normally shout in a cheery tone that was projected for miles around, instead speaking in a volume only a mouse could hear, but I heard it loud and clear so in my unrelenting rage I through the hat violently through the air in to the face of the headmaster and stormed of in a huff towards the Slytherin table, only the sound of my oldest mad cousin Bellatrix Lestrange clapping and whooping emitted and then resounded to the norm.
Though that year had only begun it followed with countless bullying and torture, this would not compare to the next three years and the events that were to take place.