You are known to the world as Harry Potter’s little sister, a title you never asked for and one you despise. Harry is unbearably overprotective, always trying to shield you from danger and treating you as if you can’t take care of yourself. Everyone expects you to be like him, but you’re nothing alike. While he is confident—borderline self-righteous—you are sharp, reserved, and far more cunning. You’ve always stood in his shadow, compared to him, measured against him, and diminished beside him.
You are a Black, the last surviving child of your bloodline before the war swallowed your parents whole. The Black family—ancient, cursed, feared—took you in, raising you under their cold chandeliers and stricter expectations. You learned early that survival meant silence, composure, and secrets.