The Fragmented Sin of Black
(Sequel to the forlorn sin of black)
Chapter 1 - Dragon strings and puppeteers
Harry, Ron and Hermione sat in the great Hall watching the sorting ceremony, this year was their fourth one at Hogwarts and little did they know that this year was going to be one of the most dangerous that they would face for reasons unknown. Dumbledore had just been interrupted by a unfashionably dressed little witch from the ministry and everyone was mumbling amongst themselves.
"I can't believe that witch is our new defence against the dark arts teacher, the ministry should stay out of Hogwarts business," hissed Hermione as the speeches ended and the food appeared.
"She was at my trial, she's totally against Voldermort's return, she's not on our side," mumbled Harry as they watched the pink witch happily eat her meal at the teachers table oblivious to the fact everyone already hated her for interrupting Dumbledore and bringing the ministry of magic into Hogwarts.
Lessons were well on their way when the unexpected happened, Dumbledore was forced out of Hogwarts by the Ministry and Umbridge took over as the self-appointed High inquisitor of Hogwarts. She was an awful woman who used a form of corporal punishment to force the students in line.
"This is ridiculous how can the ministry do this, Dumbledore is the best Headmaster and wizard the magical world has seen," complained Hermione as the three of them quickly took their seats in potions.
Snape was stood at the front of the classroom glaring at everyone willing them to make a mistake so he could pounce on them.
"Sit down and be quiet," hissed Snape as he waved his wand and words appeared on the black boards at the front of the classrooms.
The classroom quickly fell into silence as Snape started his lesson, potions had always been a touchy subject as Gryffindor had always had to share the class with Slytherin, this meant that Gryffindor nearly always lost points in this lesson; it was no secret Snape favoured his own house over any and would blatantly pick on the Gryffindor's at every possible opportunity.
"Sir-sir I think something's gone wrong with Nevil's potion again," called out Pansy Parkinson as the room started to grow dark.
Snape glowered at the boy in question and strode over to his potion. What met him was not what he expected, the potion was fine, in fact nothing was wrong with it, and the darkness was coming from the middle of the room. Before Snape could react the darkness seemed to explode sending coloured lights and sparks raining across the room, the students screamed and threw themselves to the floor. A voice screamed out followed by a mighty crash, the darkness and light quickly cleared up and what was left had everyone's mouths hanging open.
There crumpled on the ground was a girl, she was covered in cuts and bruises and a large gash was evident on her forehead. She groaned and sat up looking around her a wand poised and ready in her right hand.
"Avery you git what did you do? Wait till I get my hands on you, I swear to Merlin your dead" she growled in anger her stormy grey eyes searching the room.
Her eyes stopped as she saw Harry in the corner, "Oi prongs what's going on? Where are the Slytherin bastards? Actually screw that, why are you here and where's my git of a brother and Remy?" the girl asked.
No one said anything, everyone's eyes were fixed on her but no one dared to speak. "Oi Prongs don't ignore me, Prongs? Prongs? Oh for merlin's sake James," yelled the girl as she climbed to her feet.
She pulled her robes back on and dusted them off as if nothing had happened and she wasn't stood bloody and beaten in the middle of a crowded classroom, as she got up the room could see the Gryffindor colours and emblems on her, she was a Hogwarts student that much was clear. As soon as the name James had left her voice Snape was in front of her a fearful look in his eyes, he knew who this girl was, he knew something.
"Who the bloody hell are you?" the girl grunted as Snape blocked her path looking at her with deep concern.
"Look, I don't know who the hell you are but you're in my way, I need to go and find Dumbledore or someone so can you kind of move, this is important" grunted the girl, by this point everyone in the room was staring at her.
For her to not know who Snape was, was indeed very strange but for her to talk to him like that was even stranger.
"I think you need to put your wand away Miss Black," said Snape barely above a whisper.
The girl looked at him, "how do you know my name?" she breathed.
"Someone go and fetch Professor McGonagall immediately, tell her it is if the up most importance and cannot wait," ordered Snape as he finally tore his eyes away from the girl and looked to the class, something in Snape's eyes swam with a haunted terror.
Hermione was the first to respond and grabbed Harry and Ron before making a quick exit, "hey James where are you going?" the girl called out.
Harry froze and looked at the girl who looked him in the eye.
"Wait y-you're not James," mumbled the girl as confusion began to swirl in her eyes.
Hermione quickly pulled Harry from the dungeons and went in search of Professor McGonagall.
The girl looked around confused, "what's going on here? I-I don't understand" she stammered as she drew her wand and pointed it at Snape.
"Orsina Black you need to put the wand down before I-expeliarmus" shouted Snape as the girl raised her wand further and Snape was forced to act.
The class seemed shocked as the girl flicked her wrist and her wand remained in her hand. "Professor Snape, what is so urgent," a familiar Scottish accent called as the elderly witch walked through the door accompanied by Harry, Hermione and Ron.
"Did you just say Professor Snape, Minnie?" said the girl. At that the professor froze and turned to where the voice came from.
"How could you be a professor? In fact how could you be Snape, were only 16 you can't be Snape, this has to be some sort of joke, are they playing a prank on me again, have you had an age potion? Where's James, Sirius and Remus?" asked the girl.
At that everyone stared at her again. "O-Orsina?" stuttered McGonagall.
The girl looked at her, "What professor?" she asked.
