Your father, Sirius Black, had always told you "don't be afraid to stand toe to toe with any man who disrespects you". But right now, that was him. You attend Hogwarts, and in your first year, you got sorted into Slytherin. Sirius said he didn't mind, but as he came from a wrecked family of pure slytherins, you knew it bothered him a bit.

Right now, you we're sitting in the dining room in 12 Grimmauld place, arguing. The majority of the Fenix order was there; the Weasleys, Hermione, and Dumbledore's followers. You, however, had been recruited by Voldemort.

"My daughter will not serve the devil himself!" Siruis said, smacking a hand on the table, standing up from his chair.