I was in Ravenclaw. Shocking, I know, considering my family's history. The only other person in my family not in Slytherin was Sirius, who was a Gryffindor.
When I got back to school, the first person I saw was the new Potions professor who hated me for no reason. He had just started this year - Slughorn retired - and he was already the most hated professor in the school.
At least the feeling was mutual, right?
It was the first day back in classes, and Snape did not have a good holiday. I was reading the instructions for the potion from my book, making sure I wasn't missing any ingredients, when Snape came over to me.
"Are you planning on beginning your potion today, Miss Black?" He said my name like it was a curse word.
"Yes, sir", I told him, pouring the ingredients into my cauldron. "I'm starting right now." I could tell that my politeness bothered him, and I loved it.
There was another Black family value: constantly being polite to those who deserved it.
i.e Family members, other Purebloods, and - to a much lesser extent - professors.
I could tell by the way certain professors looked at me that I was an anomaly to them.
Ravenclaw, polite, not a bigot.
I reminded them of Sirius. Professor Dumbledore was the most open about this.
He saw me in the corridor one day and came to talk to me.
"Did you have a nice holiday, Miss Black?", he asked me. I smiled and nodded.
"I did." I thought about telling him about Remus.
"I actually met with Remus Lupin", I said on an impulse. "Do you remember him?"
Dumbledore smiled sadly, "Of course, he was quite close with your brother."
At least Dumbledore had the decency to hide his pity.
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