WT

The sorting hat touched your head for barely a heartbeat before it screamed "SLYTHERIN!" — and in that single moment, your place in the world was decided. You were Sirius Black’s daughter, born of the house of lions, yet you had been sorted into the serpents' den. The Order of the Phoenix watched with cold, unblinking eyes. They did not understand. They did not trust. To them, Slytherin was not just a house — it was a warning. It was the colour of fear, the scent of old magic gone wrong.