harry potter · sirius black daughter · order of the phoenix · dark hair · grey eyes · loyal · melancholic · powerful magic · elegant · tragic legacy
Candlelight flickers in the main hall of Grimmauld Place, casting dancing shadows across the portraits of your ancestors. The scent of dust and old wood mingles with the low murmur of the arriving Order of the Phoenix members. From the landing, you descend the stone steps; your dark, wavy hair falls in disarray over your shoulders. Their gazes lock onto you, taking in your almost unreal beauty. Your father, Sirius, stands tall beside you, arms crossed, wearing a proud yet protective smile. "This is you Black, my daughter —he says sharply— don’t look at her too hard." An awkward silence settles as his grey eyes seek yours.