Starting this new story. It's based on a random prompt I generated for inspiration. This story will not have regular updates.
"Someone is unhappy in a classroom during detention, someone is wearing something they normally wouldn't. It has to contain something belonging to Voldemort and someone from the ministry."
So, the story starts with the detention. Let's see how we got there.
The girl stared Umbridge in her eyes. The coldness from the ice blue orbs made the older woman shiver. The eyes signaled danger, the grey sparks in them spun like a tornado. Umbridge wanted to flee the gaze. she didn't want that coldness directed at her. The girl was 17. Surely, she wasn't afraid of a child. She was the teacher; she had the power. "I want you to write, I must not break curfew." Her hand reached for the stack of paper; she kept just for occasions like this. The smaller hands received the paper. Dolores' hands dived into her drawers for the quill. The girl had to learn a lesson. The child hadn't acted up before. She was usually as silent as the dead. Many would assume the girl was invisible. Except, that wasn't the case. She didn't fate into the background. No, the girl was too brilliant for that. It irked Dolores. Everyone always talked about the girl. How smart she was. Even, if she hadn't been intelligent, people would have adored her. She was a beauty with her long caramel hair and those grayish blue eyes. Her face was pure angles which gave her an aristocratic look. Her soft features countered it though. The girl never got in trouble. She had never served a detention before tonight. She handed the girl the quill. The child started writing. She couldn't wait for the quill to break that delicate skin. But it didn't happen. The girl continued writing the sentence over and over. After three hours not even a single drop of blood had been spilled. Dolores looked at the writing and finally noticed. The text was gold. "How?" she exclaimed. The girl pulled two necklaces from beneath her robes. One big green locket with a giant S. Maybe S for Selwyn, Dolores thought. The oter was smaller, it was a black heart with silver writing. "Sorry Professor Umbridge. I must have forgotten to inform you of my necklace. I made it myself. There are some small runes on it. So, I am afraid your quill won't be very efficient. I do believe my detention is over." Dolores kicked her desk in anger. That devil. "Goodnight, professor. I must leave. I must not break curfew." The girl stood up and walked away. The second the girl had left she started screaming. How dared she? The spells flew out her wand. An hour later she called an elf to clean the mess. The rage had left her. Delilah Black, a snake disguised as an eagle.
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Delilah knew her morals were bad. Her childhood had made sure of it. Her mother Keitha Farley had cheated on her loving husband with the Black heir, Regulus Black. Lord Farley found it easier to ignore his wife's infidelity when she wasn't present. Therefor her mother had chosen to get rid of the problem. It would have been easier to drop the baby on her dad. Sadly, Regulus had disappeared before her birth. So, Delilah was raised by Walburga Black. Walburga had no morals and guided Delilah with a stern hand. Every day Walburga observed her young granddaughter. She would correct every mistake. Weakness wasn't allowed for the future Lady Black. She made sure the young girl could recite the sacred 28 in her sleep. The Black family's future depended on the little girl. Walburga also took some of the buildup anger out on the girl. Her own children had been disappointments. So, the girl would have to be raised even stricter. Many would have resented such a harsh guardian. But Walburga was the only one in Delilah's life, that had tried. For that Delilah swore to honor her. To make the Black name great. She spent countless hours training herself to be the Black heir. Perfect etiquette, perfect manners, perfect grades. Despite it the insecurity didn't leave. The small child knew, she was unwanted. That was how she went to Hogwarts. The hat had sorted her into Ravenclaw, which matched her desires perfectly. She wasn't shunned for being smart. She could avoid her Slytherin half-sister Gemma. She was surrounded by intelligent people. Gemma didn't try to reach out to her younger sister. Instead, the sisters ignored each other's existence. Delilah tried hiding in the shadows, awaiting her time. Things just couldn't go her way. Walburga had of course gotten ill while she was at Hogwarts. After her first year she came home and found Walburga barely clinging on to life. The healers couldn't help. Nothing could be done. Her grandmother was gone. Sorrow filled her heart. The tears threatened to roll down Delilah Farley's cheeks. That was when Delilah Farley died. Delilah had sworn something to herself years before. She would never return to the woman, who had casted her aside without any care. If her mother had morals, Delilah wouldn't be shunned for breathing. She would show them. So, she started playing her role. Mingling with purebloods. Creating connections. She hanged on to her mask of indifference and changed her name to Black. No-one remembered the shy illegitimate Farley. Lady Black, however, was someone you remembered. "The Ice Queen" the other students called her. That fit her fine. She spent every free moment studying. Delilah had to be the best to succeed. She excelled in her studies. The teachers adored the brilliant student. Especially, her talents in arithmancy and ancient runes became pronounced. Potions were another favorite of hers. But her strongest defense laid in Occlumency. Walburga had started teaching her at 4. Some would say it was immoral, if not dangerous, to use legilimens on a toddler. Something could go wrong and break the child' mind. Her grandmother had never been a lady of high morals. Delilah went on her way. Became keeper for Ravenclaw. Was chosen as prefect. Got perfect OWLs in all subjects, excluding muggle studies and divination, which she didn't take. Accepted a job in the department of mysteries at 14. She began climbing the ranks. Became Head Girl. Every step she took, Delilah had chosen years ahead. Every move was prearranged. Her chess pieces were on the board. Her ambitions were almost reality. The little unwanted child was still there. She wouldn't pretend otherwise. But that child was hidden in layers of occlumency. Sometimes she even forgot it.
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It was summer. Harry had just arrived at Grimuald Place. The spirits were higher, than before. The cleaning team, consisting of Sirius Black, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, the Weasleys and the occasional other order member, were planning to take on a new room. "The Black tapestry hangs in there. It is a record of all Blacks. However, if you did something that displeased the family, my mother would burn your name off," Sirius explained. They made it into the room. It was dark, curtains covered the windows. The only light came from the chandelier in the center of the room. Molly directed a cleaning spell on the tapestry. The dust removed itself from the walls. Sirius stepped closer. With a finger he followed the line from Walburga and Orion Black to a dark mark consisting of the burnt tapestry. "My name used to stand there. Before my mother blasted me off, when I was your age," he said looking at Harry. Grey eyes meeting green. The room was silent. "I ran away." "Where did you go?" Harry asked. "To the Potters of course. I was always welcomed by your grandparents. James was like a brother to me." Sirius' finger tracked the other line from Walburga and Orion's names. "That was my little brother, couldn't wait to follow their plans and become a death eater. Coward." That left the room in surprise. Sirius' own brother had been on the other side. His family didn't seem nice at all. Sirius eyes widened in shock. "What is wrong, Sirius?" Molly asked concerned. She knew being here, made Sirius relive many bad memories from his childhood. Sirius pointed his finger at the name connected to his brother'. "I have a niece. Delilah Estelle Black," he whispered. A tear rolled down his eyes. "Delilah Black, sounds familiar," Hermione said. "Yeah, definitely heard that before," Ron agreed. "We know her," George started. "Well, know of her," Fred clarified. The room shifted their gaze to the two. "She is in our year." "A Ravenclaw." "Very smart…" "And pretty." "Ravenclaw? And did you call my niece pretty?" Sirius looked accusingly at Fred. "He did ask her to the yule ball. And was rejected," George supplied. Fred scowled at him. "There is a reason, they call her the Ice Queen." "Pretty, but cold as ice," Fred supplied. "I heard of her," Hermione started. "Isn't she the Hogwarts' student with the best OWLs" "Yes, she is a genius," Fred sulked. "He hasn't recovered yet. Still thinks he can change her mind." Molly looked at her sons. "Why is she called the Ice Queen?" Molly started. She honestly found it mean to use that about some poor girl. "We don't know. She is always so cold. No emotions show. It's like she doesn't have any." That worried Sirius. Hadn't Reggie been the same. No emotions passed his face to the day he disappeared. That changed it for him. This was his baby brother's child. His own niece. A girl, that still had hope. A girl, who hadn't walked down the dark path yet. His time at Azkaban replayed in his thoughts. All those long nights filled with regret. The regret of watching his brother self-destruct instead of preventing it. Regulus had walked down that path. He couldn't let his niece follow him. He wouldn't watch again. He might make things right with Regulus by holding his hand over the girl. The girl was a Ravenclaw, he might be able to save her from the life of darkness, that had ended Regulus. His gentle younger brother.
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The meeting had ended. The Death Eaters stood up and exited the room. Only the inner circle remained with the Dark Lord. They had just finalized their plans for the breakout. To save their brothers and sister. The dementors had been easy to sway. The dark lord was therefor in a better mood. Though that didn't mean much, when it came to him. "Does any of you know someone worth the effort to recruit?" he asked. It was a test. They all knew. If they didn't give a name, they proved to have no connections or being unable to access the ability of other wizard. They proved themselves useless. If they gave a name, and the person disappointed, they had wasted the dark lord's time. That would displease the dark lord, greatly. Voldemort scanned the room. He was rather bored. He felt like torturing someone, to celebrate the success. The question would give the possibility of just that. The bonus being he might get some good recruits or information out of it. He searched for one of his followers worth testing. His eyes landed on Lucius Malfoy. "There is a 7th year. She is a Ravenclaw. I know you don't recruit as many women, and certainly not as young. Her name, however, is Delilah Estelle Black. She is already Lady Black." At first the dark lord had been eager to curse him for the suggestion. Yet, the news settled. The first Black in Ravenclaw. Interesting. The Blacks were powerful. Ravenclaw did have some brilliant minds, maybe the family' madness had skipped her. "Severus, tell me about her." Severus would know if Lucius just liked the name. He would give a good insight in her character. "Lady is not in my house, so I don't have much information, my lord." That surprised him. Severus referred to her as lady Black. Severus found her worthy of the tittle. Obliviously, the girl had impressed him. "I didn't ask for a biography, Severus." He wanted to know, what made the girl so special. He watched the others faces, they all seemed to have heard of her. "Lady Black is the dauther of Regulus Black and Keitha Farley. She is known for her exceptionally intelligence. She has Os in every subject she takes. She is most well-known for being a runes and arithmancy wonder. She has already created her own. The faculty knows that she has been an unspeakable since she turned 14. She originally impressed them by combining potions, runes and arithmancy. She made potions last longer, while being more efficient." The Dark Lord listened carefully to every word. The girl would be a good addition. He didn't like to admit it, but potions, arithmancy and runes were his weaknesses. Not many people excelled at them. The girl would do good. He wanted her. Another possession he had to own. And having caught the eyes of the department of mysteries so young, she must be talented. He collected talented followers.
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The order of the Phoenix was at the end of a longer meeting. The room had turned silent when Sirius Black asked, "Can you tell me anything about Delilah Estelle Black?" He looked Dumbledore in the eyes. "Yes, miss Black is doing very well. Very well indeed. She has just made Headgirl. One of Filius' favorites." Filius nodded. "Miss Black is truly an excellent student. Very clever. Always helps the younger students too. Why are you asking?" "She's my niece. I didn't know I had one." The entire room looked at him. "I was thinking miss Black would be a good member of the order. She is a unspeakable, has been for three years now. She could help us with our current problem," Albus Dumbledore said. The Potions' Master looked horrified. The order wasn't used to him showing an emotion other than disgust. "Severus?" "At the last death eater meeting her name was brought up by Lucius Malfoy. The Dark Lord has taken notice of her and wants to recruit her too. She won't survive whatever choice she makes." The order went silent. It didn't sound good. The girl was just 17, still so very young. Sirius was the one to break the silence. "We must keep an eye on her, she can't go down the wrong path," he almost begged. "Yes, young miss Black must be watched."
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The Farley family were eating their breakfast in the dining room. It was a sunny day. The three of them were chatting. They looked like the perfect picture of a family. Except there was an empty spot, a dark secret. All three of them knew but chose to ignore it. Mr. Farley didn't want her name spoken. Gemma didn't even know it. None of the two women dared defy him on the matter. Keitha had accepted it long ago with a guilty heart. Gemma hadn't. She still hated her parents a little for not allowing her to speak to her sister. To not know the girl. To not have her sister by her side. She hadn't been able to watch the girl at Hogwarts, she didn't know her name. The first year her baby sister was at Hogwarts the whispers were there about the illegitimate Farley. The whispers stopped the next year. The girl had changed her name. A name her and her father didn't know. Her mother had never told them. She hadn't seen the girl the first year, therefor she had no idea, how she looked. That tore her apart. The door opened. A group of death eaters came in. Behind them the dark lord stood. The dark families all knew he was back. Her parents had explained it to Gemma. They were followers, but not powerful enough to mark. The family of three froze in fear. "Where is your second child, miss Farley." That surprised Gemma. What had her sister done to make the dark lord seek her out? "I don't know, my lord," her mother shrieked. "We have no connection to the brat. Her actions mean nothing to this family. She is a disgrace," her father roared. "That is where you are wrong, lord Farley." The coldness of the voice scared Gemma. She worried about her father, her mother and herself. "The girl has caught my interest. What kind of mother says she has no idea about her own child, miss Farley?" Gemma' heart filled with terror. What had her sister done, that had caught his interest. Many of Gemma's friends had strived years to do that and failed. "Not a very good one, my lord." The fright and guilt in her mother's voice was clear. "Who raised her?" Gemma paid attention to the answer. She wanted to know. "Her grandmother, my lord." Her mother tried avoiding answering, clearly a bad move. Gemma had always expected her father to have raised her, she couldn't believe he hadn't. "Which one?" The anger in the lord's voice was obvious. "Walburga Black." Black. A name finally. A powerful one. Gemma scanned the entire year her sister was in. Only one Black. Delilah Estelle Black. Suddenly, Gemma wasn't surprised the dark lord was interested. Everyone was. Delilah, her sister, was extraordinary. The shock shoved on Gemma's face. "You didn't know, miss Farley?" She looked at him. She couldn't let the fear control her. "No, my lord, I wasn't aware." The dark lord looked at her with consideration. "I will be on my way, until next time, miss Farley." They left the family of three alone again. Both her parents were still in shock. "The girl is a Black?" Her father's voice was full of surprise. "Yes." "Why didn't you say so? We should have kept her. When we would have influence over the future Lady Black." Gemma didn't agree with the reasoning. Her mother should have kept her child. "How would she have caught the dark lord's eyes? I mean even with the family name." They both looked at her. "Everyone talked about Delilah Black, even when I was still at Hogwarts. She is known as the most talented and clever student at Hogwarts. She was prefect too. She is the pride of Ravenclaw." "She is in Ravenclaw?" Her mother was in shock. A Black in Ravenclaw. Keitha cried silently. Her daughter had the dark lord's attention. That only promised danger. She grieved the child, she hadn't known, but would die. Delilah Black was as good as Death.
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At Black Manor Delilah were reading in the library, having no idea, that the two strongest wizards in Britain both had their eyes on her. She left for work, the final day before going back for her 7th year.