What If: A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Most people never knew that Sirius Black had a daughter. Understandable, because Meadow Black was kept in an anti-aging spell for 36 years. Finally, she has awoken. Finally, she is off to Hogwarts. Finally, her life has begun. But will it end soon after beginning?

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5. The Letter

Meadow made her way to the Great Hall the next morning in a zombie state, shadowed by Albus Potter.

He'd been following her around since last night, like a lost puppy following someone that had given it a treat. She was nervous about breakfast. Vivian had a habit of learning news quickly, and she owned one of the fastest owls in Britain. "The pedigree certificate says so!," she'd announced proudly when she introduced the owl to Meadow a month before.

Sure enough, a sleek brown form was among the first owls to pop into the Great Hall. It looked at Meadow with cold yellow eyes, and held out its leg, attached to which was thick white parchment.

"Hi, Vera." she greeted the owl, gave it an Owl Treat, and took the parchment. Vera gave a proud hoot and flew off, back to its master.

Vivian's handwriting was easily recognizable, a round and neat cursive that resembled calligraphy. The letter read;

1st September 2017

Meadow -

You have been sorted into Slytherin. You have no idea how shameful this is to my reputation. Being friends with your mother ruined me for twenty years, having her daughter in my custody created a dent, and now that you have been sorted into Slytherin . . . I am afraid that I cannot welcome you back into my home for a while. You are not to come here for Christmas. I will consider allowing you to return for Easter. Do not respond to this letter; I will contact you when the decision has been made.

Vivian

It wasn't a Howler. But it was so much worse.

Meadow bit back angry tears and crumpled the letter with an shaking fist. She knew Vivian didn't like her much, but this was a whole new low.

"What happened?" asked Albus curiously.

"I am not to return home for Christmas." Meadow responded bluntly, in a stoic voice.

"Maybe I could write to my parents and see if you could maybe stay with us?" suggested Al, looking at her with a green-eyed curiosity.

Meadow paused for a little while. "That would be great, if it's not too much of a burden . . ."

Al smiled happily and jumped up. "I'll write them right now!"

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