You were Sirius Black’s kid, you’re in your fifth year at Hogwarts and you’re a Gryffindor. You’re close friends with Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass but you’ve never met any of the Slytherin boys until now.

I was walking in the corridors when I bumped into a taller boy, who looked about my age, he had a cigarette in between his lips as he stared down at me with a playful smirk.

Hey Princess. He spoke teasingly.