Chapter 2 The bitten bites back
Sirius Orion Black was never frequently rendered speechless and when he was it was usually because Remus had poked holes in his logic and confused him into silence. This was entirely different. The little girl he had left behind to kill Pettigrew was all grown up and immensly annoyed with him. She was obviusly a Black in her bone structure and hair colour with an unsettling edge of his 'dear' cousin Bellatrix about her, stadistic and slightly insane.
"Hello Emily"
Emily looked at him sizeing him up wondering whether he was worth being uprooted for.
"Emily dear?" Emily turned one of the redheads, evidently the matriach was talking to her, "Do you want to sit here?"
The Weasley woman was gestruring to a place half way down the long table next to a the girl with bushy hair, she looked around Mark was already sat next to the youngest of the redheaded boys. Emily sank into her seat, re-starting her glare down the table at the boy-who-lived-to-ruin-my-life.
"I'm Hermione Granger and you are?"
"Emily Julia Black, I'll assume your muggle born?"
"Yes is that a problem" Hermione said sharply
"Not at all", responded Emily, "I just like to know so I have some idea of what area of society I might consider some kind of friendship into"
"Oh right..." Hermione trailed off nevously
"I have been brought up in pureblood tradtion, Both Mark and had to memourise from the age of four every single pureblood family and their status in society."
Hermione perked up in interest, "And what would pureblood tradition govern at the momment?"
"Well", Emily said, a slightly sadistic smile coming to her lips, "Tradtion governs that my Father sit where he is now, Mark should be seated on his right, I should be on his left.."
"Where Harry is sitting?"
"Precisly" She said with a smirk,"Then you would have Dora as she's family, then probably Mrs Weasley because before marriage she was a Prewett and they're a old respectable family. Then probably the rest of the Weasley's as they're an old family, then any half blood's including Potter, then it would be you Hermione."
Hermione Granger was baffled, this was a girl of her own age, from what Sirius had been saying at dinner the previous night, who evidently loathed Harry and had an unnatural knowledge of pureblood culture. Her Brother who was talking to Ron seemed so amiable, so easy going that it was a wonder that the two of them were actually related. Fire and Ice, Hermione decided, that's what they are Fire and Ice. One so warm and one so very cold.
The rest of the meal passed silently and without issue.
"Mark, Emily how old are you?" Harry yelled down the table.
"We turned 15 on July 8th why?" Mark called back.
"Just wondering if there might be someone younger than me in our year for once."
"Bad Luck I'm older, but it doesn't matter anyway with Em."
The forementioned girl scowled and then smirked in anticipation.
"Why woulldn't it matter" Harry blundered on.
"Because Potter I'm not going to Hogwarts"
"Is Hogwarts not good enough for you or something" The youngest Weasley boy said.
"Not at all quite on the contray, apparently I'm not good enough for it."
Ron frowned trying to think of a reason why a beautiful pureblood girl with money would be unable to attend Hogwarts.
"Your not a squib are you?"
Emily's smirk got larger, she allowed herself to stare at Potter and gradually let the amber enter her eyes. Hermione as usual worked it out first.
"Your a werewolf!" she gasped
"Well done Hermione evident proof that blood does not govern brains."
Around the table people actually started to smile at Emily apart from of course Mark, Sirius, Remus and Harry, the latter who was staring at her in amazement and fear.
"Well why aren't you allowed to go to Hogwarts"
"Ministry regulation" Remus said staring down at his empty bowl
"Why did you get bitten?" Hermione asked her voice dripping with symphthy.
"Well short-term reasons, ask Mark, Long-term reasons", she paused her voice and eyes re-filling with malice, "I suggest you ask my Father and Potter. Good night everyone"