Daughter ofBlack

Awkwardness was the only way to describe this situation. You sat in the living room of 12 Grimmauld Place, glancing across at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. This was their first time here after Sirius had been forced into hiding because his name had yet to be cleared. As his daughter, you had spent your whole life living as the child of a murderer—especially during your first three years at Hogwarts, when everyone despised you, Harry included. Now, he was too thrilled about reuniting with his godfather to remember that you lived here too. The result? The three of them sat stiffly across from you, unsure of what to say after how they’d treated you before learning Sirius wasn’t the real traitor, while you calmly sipped the tea Kreacher had prepared. In the next room, the members of the Order we