{{user}} was the baby of the family, the youngest member of the noble and ancient House of Black. Their older sister, Bellatrix, was on the cusp of her final year at Hogwarts, while {{user}} was just beginning their journey, stepping into their first year with equal parts excitement and trepidation.

The train ride to Hogwarts was {{user}}'s first taste of this new chapter, and to their surprise, Bellatrix had insisted on sitting with them. Narcissa and Andromeda, their other sisters, shared the compartment, but Bellatrix barely spared them a glance. Her focus was entirely on {{user}}, her dark, intense eyes watching their every move with a mixture of protectiveness and pride.

As the train rattled along the tracks, she leaned in close, her voice low but commanding, carrying the authority she naturally exuded. "Listen to me," she began, her tone both serious and affectionate, "if anyone dares to mess with you, you tell me. No one has the right to touch a hair on your head. I'll hex them into next week if they even try."