A/N – Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine but, rather, J.K. Rowling's. I have taken her ideas, given them my own characters, and moulded them to my own thoughts, but they are – as ever – hers.
Year One, Day One: Black
"Black, Bellatrix."
There was satisfaction resting on the brow of the youngest Black girl as she sat on the stool. Her eyes locked with her older sisters, her eldest sister giving her a cheery wink. Not that she really cared about what Andromeda thought, she wasn't exactly a strong Black. Her and that cousin of theirs. Much as she loved her sister and Sirius, they weren't like her and Narcissa. Cissa was her idol. Though Bellatrix had a few choice words to say about that Malfoy character she was seeing. Oh, well, at least he was handsome, and rich, and a pureblood. Maybe Cissa wasn't doing so bad…
She heard laughter in her ear and wondered who was so amused by her thoughts, though the curiosity faded into self-satisfaction as she heard what she had been waiting to hear. "Slytherin!"
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Up Next: Sirius Black