Hello people of Earth, Jupiter and the Streets! It's me, back with a little multi-fic filled with little one-shots about *drum roll* disowned Blacks! I've read a few, and now that little Plot Marshmallow-Bunny won't leave me alone. So, let's go!
Dedicated to my new and super awesome Beta, Pielover28. Also my random buddy C;
Isla
Isla felt like crying as she started to walk down the aisle. The only family she had there was her brother Phineas, his wife Ursula and their twin daughters; Cassieopea and Bellatrix were too young, aged at only 11 months, to be part of the procession.
She quickly sucked up the infamous Black courage and pride to hold back the tears that threatened to flow. Soon she was no longer to be Isla Dorea Black, but Isla Dorea Hitchens. Her former school Quidditch Captain, who was also her mentor, let her go towards her new life.
5...4...3...2...1...
"There goes my name on the tree." She thought. "At least I'm where I belong."
Thus another black dove is freed.
Short, wasn't it? Next chapter: Regulus or Marius? If you don't know who all these people are, type 'Harry Potter Wiki' into the search bar (Which ever search thingy you have). Should be the top one. Then search for the House of Black. That page has a table on all the disowned people; without lil' Regie of course. Adios Amigos and Amigas!
