The Daughter of Black

Chapter 1: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

I took a deep breath as King's Cross finally came into view and I was thankful for my light black scarf shielding my neck from the chilly breeze that just went right through me. I shivered a bit and then stepped in. I looked around for a moment and then made it in the direction of platform ten.

I walked briskly through King's Cross that vaguely reminded me of Grand Central Station back in New York only it was much more impressive. I walked quickly through the barrier to where platform nine and three quarters lies. My silky, yet today unruly wavy black hair was pulled back into a messy bun with my wand stuck through the middle to hold the locks in place and my waved bangs sweeping across my forehead. My faded charcoal long sleeved shirt showed a sliver of my midriff of snowy white skin which my low rise jeans didn't help much as I walked quickly as I heard the warning toot of the train for departure.

Sadness filled me as I saw the waving parents and I know I'm technically an orphan. The ministry told me that it was better to think of my father as 'dead instead of the murder he is' I swear even the Ministry's moral compass is way off. They can't see what is killing people right under their noses and just focus the blame on my father. God those people are idiots. They are only seeing the probable explanation, and my father being the murderer is the only logical explanation. They would stick their wands up their asses before they even thought it was possible that deatheaters were doing it. Imbeciles.

I carried my heavy trunk on to the train and immediately started looking for a compartment. I groaned when I saw the compartments were filled. It probably would have been nice for my Aunt Marguerite or my dear Uncle Scott to bring me a little earlier and frankly traveling by the floo network was not the best experience. I finally came to a compartment that wasn't completely full and opened the door and asked, "Do mind if I sat here, everywhere else is full or unwelcome." I said. There was a ginger haired boy, a boy with disheveled brown hair and glasses whom I recognized immediately as Harry Potter, and an auburn haired girl. "Of course, we don't mind." She said. Once I stepped in I saw a man covered by a coat and took no mind to the obviously sleeping person.

"Sorry, I saw you were talking I didn't mean to intrude." I apologized and they were looking at me intently. "Oh," I realized. "I'm Isobel Black and the accent well it's a long story but it's American." I smiled sweetly. "Black? As in Sirius Black?" I bit my lip when the ginger haired boy asked in shock. My gray-blue eyes adverted to the floor and I pressed my lips together. "I was sent to live in the States with my aunt and uncle after my mother was murdered and my father was sent to Azkaban." I said and looked up to meet three pairs of eyes. "I didn't know he had a daughter," the ginger haired boy said.

"Yeah, no one knows about his little monster, but all assume I'll take after him. I'm sorry I guess you would want me to leave." My tone was cold and I was about to grab my bag from where I put it when Harry's hand stopped me. "Stay, its fine Isobel. We were just surprised is all." I sighed bringing down my temper. "Thanks." I said and then he said, "I'm Harry Potter, this is Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger." I smiled. "It's nice to meet you all."

"So what brings you to Hogwarts? What school did you attend before this?" Hermione asked. The train shuddered before I could answer and the power flickered going off. The scenery outside the window was no longer in a blur. It was still. "What's going on?" Ron asked and Harry stuck his head out of the compartment for a moment and the ducked back in. "I dunno," He replied and the temperature began to drop. Something's wrong.

Then I saw the shadow, which could only be one thing. Then all happiness was drained from me I slid a bit in my seat… and the flashback began.

I heard the door downstairs clatter open and my mother whispered, "Isobel, sweetheart be silent." I lay there in my crib and my mother closed my nursery's door softly. She cast a charm to keep from the entry of her room, but it was easily broken through. As soon as that was done the person disarmed my mother. "Please." She backed into my door. There was silence adding to the suspense as my mother and her killer stared at one another.

Then there was a scream and a flash of green light after the menacing words of death that were sentenced to my mother, "Avada Kedra!" The person walked into my nursery their face shrouded by a black mask and picked up a two year old me from my crib from where I was fussing. I was screaming, and the person stepped over my mother's lifeless body her legs left in an unnatural angle. Her gray-blue eyes left wide with fear and sadness. Her blunt red hair's tendrils around her head like a halo of blood. The person carried me close and I squirmed and cried more fiercely and then everything went black.

"Isobel! Isobel!" I heard Hermione's shrill voice. I blinked furiously trying to regain my vision. "Fine, fine." I said brushing her away. "Is Harry alright?" I asked still dizzy, if that was my flashback his would be one hundred times worse. I glanced over at him who also looked frazzled. A man chuckled, "He's fine." Then he continued, "Those were –" I cut him off. "Dementors." I rubbed my temples pulling my wand from my hair, "Yeah, I know what they are, I just love the Ministry's fun little check-up when word got out that my father escaped, that was really fun." I said. I glanced up at the man.

"Hello Belle," He said when I finally looked up and he was smiling. "Oh, God. I'm so sorry." I said covering my mouth. "You're a professor here now?" I asked. I can't believe it, he is amazingly intelligent, but he has a little problem when the full moon comes around. I jumped up and hugged Remus Lupin quickly than swayed and he steadied me. "I think you should sit down." He said moving me back to my seat. "I'm going to have a word with the driver." I swallowed and shut my eyes for a moment and ran my hand through my hair than put it back up in my messy bun and stuck my wand through it.

"You know Professor Lupin? Well you obviously do, from where?" Hermione asked. I looked at her, "Family friend." I replied I didn't dare say an old friend of my father's and of Harry's as well. "Are you alright?" Harry asked curiously. "Yeah, just a memory I rather not remember." I said. "Are you?" I asked. "Yeah. How about you two." Ron and Hermione just shrugged. "It felt like I would never be happy again." Hermione nodded to confirm that's how she felt. "Harry you went rigid. We thought you having a fit or something."

I was rather annoyed with all this. "I really need to have a word with a beloved Ministry about these little incidents. I mean we're not even allowed to protect ourselves without them assuming we were using magic for a frivolous reason and if I was ever brought to trial they would make everything sound much worse than it was really because of who my father is. Even a harmless charm to ward off dementors."

"They wouldn't do that." Hermione said very sure of herself. I shook my head sadly. "My family hasn't had the greatest track record. My uncle Regulus was a deatheater, although he was murdered, and my aunt Narcissa was one as well, then there is the fact that my father is in Azkaban," I said and then added, "Well he was there." I fingered the onyx stone that hung from a long white-gold chain around my neck praying my father is eluding the dementors because they will surely perform the kiss if he is found.

We soon were headed to the carriages to bring us to Hogwarts. I bit my lip as I stepped in and took a deep breath. I would give anything to just run. Run in my form no one will recognize – I'm an animagus like my father, I'm a white wolf – and leave behind everything, I have nothing left anyway. When school is out I won't be returning to the States but to Malfoy Manor, that vile place where my aunt Narcissa and uncle Lucius and cousin Draco reside. They are what makes the place vile, their dispositions disgust me.

I walked into the entrance hall beside Hermione as we chatted as Harry and Ron walked in front of us. "Potter is it true? You fainted. You actually fainted." I would recognize that voice anywhere unfortunately. I brushed past Harry before he could retort or even draw his want at Draco. "Hello, dear cousin, miss me?" I asked glaring at him. "Isobel. Gryffindor? That's a pity, you would have been better off in Slytherin." He said. "I don't think I would have. I wouldn't be able to stand being in the company of so many pricks at once. No offense." I told him. "I would watch your tongue, Isobel." He said. I had already turned to walk way but I walked right up to him rather close until I was half a foot away from him. "Was that a threat?" I asked and he smile down at me because I was only a measly five-feet-two-inches. "That is entirely up to you."

I slapped him across the face making sure it was hard enough that his head was shifted to the side. "Don't mess with me." I said deadly. I turned to look at Ron, Harry, and Hermione's surprised faces. I urged them forward with my eyes and they followed suit. We all took our seats at the Gryffindor table.

A/N: Tell me what you think. I'm not sure how it went. I must have deleted a good portion of what I wrote down before I finished. Please review and tell me what you think. Good or Bad or Just delete it already. brunette-in-black