Daughter of a Killer
Note: Not mine….
Chapter 1- Sorting Ceremony
Ilyria was waiting with Professor McGonagall at the top of the stairs and like every year saw a sea of first years gather. This year though she was going to join them. She looked at them and saw a girl with red hair and knew she was a Weasley. She stepped down and joined her new classmates and waited to go into the Great Hall. Then they were called into the Great Hall, where they would be sorted into their houses.
"Michael Hennington." Professor McGonagall called.
The Sorting Hat was placed on his head, "You like to play the hero. You think that you are smart. You are also sneaky. I think it should be Slytherin.
"Ginerva Weasley."
"Another Weasley, Gryffindor."
"Ilyria Perez-Black."
At the mention of the name Black the Great Hall went silent. All eyes were on Ilyria as she stepped forward.
"Loss and pain. Bravery and brains. Better be Gyrffindor."
Severus watched her walk to the Gryffindor Table. 'Like her father then.' He thought. Her mother had been in Ravenclaw.
No one greeted her, no one even looked at her. Her last name was Black and that was the reason she was rejected already. The rest of the students were sorted and Severus looked over at the Gryffindor table again. No one even sat next to her. He looked and saw Potter and his friends talking to Ginny, Fred, and George. When he looked back at Ilyria and for the first time he really saw her. She had her father's black, curly hair. She had his face as well, it was the Black face. But he saw her mother's bearing and her mother's eyes. Ilyria had green eyes. They weren't dark green. They were light and the closer you got to the middle they were toffee colored. He saw the way she hung her head over her empty plate.
Then he saw a red, curly haired boy lean over to her, " My name is Percy Weasley." He said holding out his hand and smiling.
"Ilyria Perez-Black." She said his hand, shaking it, and smiling back.
He did not say anything nor did it stop him from talking to her, " So tell me about you?"
"I'm eleven years old. My mother is dead, I never knew my father. Professor Snape has been taking care of me. I lived my whole life in this castle."
"I remember you. You were the little girl always sitting next to Snape at meals. Sorry about your parents."
"Tell me about you?" Ilyria asked.
"I'm sixteen years old. I have five brothers and one sister. My dad works for the Ministry of Magic and my mom stays at home."
"Oh, that's nice." She said looking away and catching the eye of a blonde boy at the Slytherin table. She had seen him before but at that moment she couldn't remember his name.
"Percy who is that?"
"That is Draco Malfoy. I wouldn't go around associating with him if I were you."
She nodded to Percy and again caught the eye of Draco, she smiled at him and then joined in the conversation at the Gryffindor table.