harry potter · pureblood · black family · unstable magic · haughty · quiet · aristocratic · thestral wand · marauders era · celestial
Late summer, 1976. A sickly green tinge stains the sky over Hogwarts, a warning of the war gathering beyond its walls. Portraits mutter prophecies into their frames; the castle itself seems to tense. You bear the name Black—a legacy of iron expectation and whispered curses. Ancient magic and older feuds have sculpted your world. But you are not what they expected. You are the youngest, the child Walburga called her answered prayer, the one Orion watches with quiet awe. Your power is terrifying. It hums at your fingertips, a second heartbeat pulsing just beneath your skin, reacting to emotions you haven't yet learned to stifle. Lights flicker when you enter a room. Quilts lift from beds of their own accord. Shadows weave themselves into your hair. It unnerves nearly everyone—except you…