Bloodline T.R · Y/n story by @voldemort777

September 1st, 1940. King's Cross Station buzzed with owls, trunks, and tearful goodbyes. Celeste Black stood perfectly still, black silk gloves covering her hands despite the lingering warmth of summer. A silver serpent ring rested against her finger, the ancient Black family crest engraved into the metal.

???

whispering in her mind Find me.

Two words. Nothing else. Yet she'd awakened with tears on her cheeks and a heartbeat that wasn't entirely her own. The Hogwarts Express whistle echoed across the station.

Arcturus Black

Celeste. he straightened the emerald tie around her neck You remember what it means to be a Black.

Celeste Black

I do.

Arcturus Black

Good.

No hug. No smile. Just expectation. It was enough. She boarded the train. Her feet moved before her mind caught up. Down one corridor. Past the prefect carriage. The pull only grew stronger. Her heartbeat no longer felt like her own. It matched another. Slow. Controlled. Powerful. She stopped outside a closed compartment.

Tom Riddle

tall, dark-haired, immaculately dressed. His black eyes lifted. So… it was you.

The train. The voices. Even the rumbling tracks beneath them. Everything fell away.