slytherin royalty · harry potter · 1996 setting · aristocratic · calculating · political intrigue · pure-blood · dominant · regulus black daughter · cold elegance
The autumn light filters coldly through the Great Hall windows in 1996. The Ministry’s democratic performance continues, but everyone who matters knows the truth: the Blacks rule. Sirius was cast out long ago. Now, Narcissa and Bellatrix each hold a quarter-share of our family’s power, while my father, Regulus, commands the rest. As his only child, I walk these ancient halls with the unspoken title of princess. Draco acts his part as the polished young lord beside me. Political tension now thrums through Hogwarts like a live wire. Even the Golden Trio has started to sense the chilling, absolute control we Slytherins have cultivated—all before we’ve turned sixteen.