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Black Sheep 2.0
Chapter 1: Dream on!
'He didn't have to point it out like that. She had not known, not really…'
Zufällige Magie
Die Deutsche Schule für Magie
Nicht-Magier
The boy who lived
The flying car
The Wizarding Tournament
You know who
She didn't want to know. Eline was comfortable in her home town with her classmates an ocean away from Great Britain. In her little magical world away from reality
It was 2002. Eline was Ron's age and now they were friends. The Golden Trio had won the war Eline was too cowardly to participate in. She was no Gryffindor.
She was a coward and a fool.
"How could you?
You knew!
You did nothing!
You could have changed it but Noooo, the little Lady can't, can she? "
Eline had remembered when she'd seen Ron for the first time; Ronald Weasley was famous today. He had won a war alongside his two best friends. He was true and physical. He wasn't a character but someone who lived and felt.
Eline had felt guilt that first time she talked to him. He had looked like the same person she knew of. But was, in fact, the character of that actor. The Character was real.
—
She blinked open her eyes. Nausea made her close them again, scrunching her brows in pain. She groaned. She rested her head against the stone column.
It was 1962. "Bellatrix Black" Someone screamed.
Eline's back straightened, her chin up she marched up the steps of…
'A hall?'
Eline turned her head around.
'What in the hell? She was in Hogwartz?'
Eline looked at the faces staring at her.
'Why were they staring? '
She saw a black-headed guy wave at her. He looked familiar. He looked like him but younger. And they had only met once or twice before.
What was going on here? Who were these people that looked like younger others who had died and suffered?
"Miss Black? …, sit"
The voice said again and Eline's head swivelled automatically to the sound. SIT, the woman said.
'SIT, where?'
Eline saw The Woman's digit pointing at the chair.
'Oh. Oh! '
"But-"
Eline stopped what she was going to say.
'Oh. Alright.'
So Eline walked up the steps and sat. Something was put on her head.
The Hat, her mind supplied.
'Well, well, well look at what we have here. Are you lost? '
'Urg, do your thing mad hat. I have to make sense of what is going on here.'
'I know, little girl. You have much, too much knowledge in that head of yours. And looks like young Bellatrix was cast aside; I reckon, she is still lingering. '
'Eline rolled her eyes, Bellatrix, yeah right!'
'That won't do,' it said through her mind, not listening to its wearer, 'That won't do. Poor Bellatrix would have had been Slytherin.'
'Full stop. No!' Eline thought, 'No way in hell are you putting me in Slytherin.'
'You little girl are no Snake, no Lion. Perhaps Ravenclaw? Huffle Puff? You seem loyal enough. Hard worker? perhaps, perhaps not. What will it be, little girl?'
'Aren't you suppose to choose for me? '
'It was rhetorical, little girl. Hum… Let's piss off the Blacks?'
'What?'
"HUFFLE PUFF!"
'Whaaat?'
The Mad Hat was lifted off her head. And Eline felt nauseous again. Her neck was prickling. Her feet walked without her saying and her bum sat at the Badger's table without realising. The students around her scattered when she sat. Eline could see them glancing and whispering. She could feel glares on her back. She was doomed, although she didn't know why yet. She hadn't gone home yet. Hadn't had to face her so-called family. They had been only cousins once. Now She was Bellatrix Black, without Bellatrix. She was a disgrace to the Black family.
Eline felt black spots cloud her vision. Her head was being stomped on again. She felt faint.
Eline lied on her Puff bunk. Bella had been refused to show up at Christmas. She had been shunned. And Eline still didn't want to accept what was going on. She didn't even want to make a list, but she had. And it was the worse mistake ever. It did not seem possible. It was clear as day in front of her though.
Eline continued her denial and drown herself into her studies. Work, she had already done years ago in her hometown surrounded by her friends. She didn't speak to others and they didn't speak to her. It was fine. She was okay. Everything was fine.
"You didn't do anything! You knew!"
Glazed eyes zeroed down onto Narcissa's own. Young Narcissa shuddered.
The eyes were dead. They were dead and icy.
She was a bloody Puff.
Next: Back to reality in 1963 & Narcissa's sorting