Disclaimer: I'm not J.K. Rowling... What a surprise! Well anyway nothing's mine expect for a few OCs and my own fantasms.

Prologue

I got my letter on a hot night of June. I was going to be a student at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry from September. This letter had been expected as my family was one of the biggest families in the wizard community. I was then eleven and I had grown apart from my family since the day I had understood that for them, purity of blood was much more important than merits or achievements. A few days later I heard that my cousin Bellatrix, jewel of the family, was going to be one of my fellow classmates. My mother decided she would be of a good influence on me and demanded that I would stay with her. It sounded like a nightmare. I didn't want to go. The only advantage was the fact that I was going to be far from home for a long time. But I would be a Slytherin as my whole family had been before me and I dreaded that. All that pureblood nonsense. Wizards and witches from muggle families were often more talented than the others perhaps because of the inbreeding our families had imposed for generations. I knew my parents had arranged my marriage soon after my birth but I didn't know who I was supposed to marry. Certainly one of my cousins. Regulus maybe.

I spent the rest of the summer wandering about and on the first of September a car picked me up in front of my house. In the back of the car sat Bellatrix. She stared at me for the whole journey and when we arrived at the station she told her house elf to take her trunk and left me with mine. After a while as my trunk was quite heavy I managed to get a trolley and I got to the 9 ¾ platform.
As I was going through the mass of students chatting on the platform, something drew my attention. In front of me was a girl my age with the hair I had always wanted to have. Red, straight, long hair. She was trying to get onto the train with great difficulties. As we were now allowed to use magic, I took out my wand and used it to make the trunk levitate. She was so surprised she fell over. A boy behind her helped her get up, and stood there his mouth hanging open. She thanked him and turned to me.

- How does that work?

It seemed as she was looking for the ropes that were certainly maintaining the trunk in the air.

- Huh… It's basic Charms. You'll learn it this year probably.

- Ah? Great! Thanks! And thanks for the trunk. By the way my name is Lily, Lily Evans.

- Hi. I'm Deirdre.

- And don't you have a surname?

I had dreaded this moment. When she would know I was part of the noble family of the Black she would immediately turn away. But I couldn't lie, could I?

- … Black… My name's Deirdre Black.

- You seemed to hesitate.

- Well no… It's just that I… well. Never mind. Shall we look for an empty compartment?

- Yes sure.

I was startled. Instead of the smirk I had supposed to see she was still looking at me with this same kind smile. I could not believe it. Didn't she know it wasn't good for her to be a friend of mine? In the first compartment, we found a group of seven years. Intimidated we backed off. The few next ones were full except for the one in which Bellatrix, her sister Narcissa, the youngest Macnair and the youngest Lestrange were sat. Lily made a move towards the door but I was extending a hand to stop her, another hand landed on her shoulder. Lucius.

- Where do you think you are going mudblood?

- Don't call her that.

- Oh Deirdre. I hadn't seen you. Come in, you're family.

- I don't think I am from now on, Lucius. Let go of her now.

He looked at me, an expression of pure surprise on his face.

- You are telling me you prefer to put the shame on all your family? You do know mudbloods are…

- Shut up. I told you not to call her that I think Lucius. I am not part of this family anymore. Goodbye Lucius.

Lucius, startled, entered the compartment. As Bellatrix was glaring at me I heard Lestrange say: "Well that's the second one today. Is it something in the air?" I had to explain it all to Lily from the meaning of mudblood to the belief of the Black family and all their cousins in the superiority of blood. She was startled. We had been chatting for a few minutes when someone knocked at the door. Two girls went in and asked whether they could sit with us or not.

- Of course you can. My name's Lily.

- And mine is Deirdre.

- I'm Alice and that's Siobhan.

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We chatted the whole journey and I was amazed to see that people like those could actually like me even if I was a member of the Black family.

When after a long and wet crossover of Hogwarts Lake we arrived at the castle I suddenly remembered why I could feel a whole pack of butterflies in my stomach. The Sorting Ceremony. I was going to be a Slytherin and a member of the family for seven more years. The deputy Head-Mistress, Professor McGonagall, began to call out the names. When she arrived at B, my blood froze in my veins. And then…

- Black, Bellatrix.

Bella went graciously to the front of the room and placed the Sorting Hat on her head. Two seconds later we heard the Hat's cry:

- Slytherin!

The Slytherin's table was the only one I could hear applause from.

- Black, Deirdre.

I had to go. I placed the hat on my head and listen to what it said.

- Well my dear, you have an awful lot of qualities. I may say that the Sorting has never been a hereditary question. Your biggest quality is your courage. I will then send you to …

Gryffindor!

I could not believe it. And apparently I was not the only one. Even McGonagall had her eyebrows raised. I was heading to the Gryffindor table a smile suddenly appearing on my lips when I heard McGonagall say:

- Black,

Another one?

- Sirius.

I turned back to see a quite tall and handsome long-haired boy. Sirius?

- Gryffindor!

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So we were going to be two. The two mudblood lovers as we would later be called by our family. Lily, Alice and Siobhan were sent to Gryffindor too and we became best friends. Sirius met three boys, one of which was the boy who had helped Lily get up in the train. He would never forget the sensation he had had with my friend in his arms. He fell madly in love with her and developed a very embarrassing arrogant attitude towards her. He would ask her out every day and she would always say no, thinking it was a dare. This boy was named James Potter. Another of Sirius' friends was called Peter Pettigrew. He was a little chubby boy who wouldn't do anything by himself. He would always follow the others. He was much less clever than his friends and from the beginning I couldn't help but dislike him. The last of the four boys was Remus Lupin, the one I was in love with. He had sandy hair and blue eyes, was taller than me and was a werewolf. Now, I wasn't supposed to know the last thing. I had discovered it during my second year. Well he was always sick during the full moon and I could put two and two together. I also knew that in second year he had finally told it to the other Marauders, which was the name of the group he formed with Sirius, Peter and James.
Remus was very clever and even if I was sure he helped the other three in planning their pranks sometimes he was much more reasonable than they were. Unfortunately he didn't consider me for anything but a friend.

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