The Daughter of Black

Summary:

Isobel Rose Black. I've lived in New England since my mom was murdered and my dad was shipped off to Azkaban for crimes he hadn't committed. The Ministry of Magic think they have all the facts, they are so wrong. He didn't do any of that; they thought one man is responsible for thirteen murders. That is preposterous! They rather believe he had done it than face the truth that deatheaters, the ruthless wizards and witches who no longer have morals or just never had them in the first place – and essentially traded their souls with the Devil – and serve Voldemort.

There's just a few minor problems one, I'm an American, hey I lived in New England; Salem to be exact, where I attended the Salem Institute. Two, I'm coming into Hogwarts in what should be my third year. And three, the prejudice that comes with being my father's daughter, although no one ever has anything to say about Rosemarie Filipe, my mother, and always think I will take after my father. He's innocent and an admirable person, why wouldn't I want to take after him?

Why can't they see that?

A/N: Hello, everyone. I am brunette-in-black and I am trying my hand at Harry Potter Fan Fiction. I'm not sure if what I have is any good so please give me a brief review to tell me if I should continue or not. I am an American, and I always wondered how that would work out? An American attending Hogwarts, and better than that Sirius Black's daughter. Well let me know if my idea is good or just isn't.