𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐆𝐄
𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆

Daphne Black had gone through hell. Hell for over three years, even before she had arrived at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had grown in a household where she was constantly placed down by her mother. A woman who had a growing hate for her daughter. That had become known to Daphne as her mother did everything in her power to ruin her.

But her reputation remained. The girl remained the heir of her father's inheritance despite how much her mother had attested it, claiming that he finally had his heir and that it was his son, but he had never faltered. Daphne remained the heir and remained one of the most powerful women in the house of Black at the young age of thirteen, going on fourteen.

Having been involved in a lot in her lifetime. Being involved in some battles that some could only dream of as she worked through her adolescence that seemed to slip from her fingers without even giving her a warning. Forcing her to mature and fight in a war that she had been seeing for nearly a year, if not longer.

She wasn't scared. Not of the war itself, but the deaths that would come from it. She knew that the ministry had some sort of plan for her fourth year, some sort of scheme that would cause the death of one and the betrayal of few. Yet, she couldn't figure it out. Not yet.

Almost as if her mind was baiting her. The visions cluing her in on something but wanting her to find out when it was happening right in front of her. As she was mere seconds away from having to witness yet another death in her lifetime.

Daphne was worried for her friends. She prayed to Godric that she could protect Ron, Hermione, and Harry at all costs. Feelings be damned, she couldn't handle them.

Atticus had spent a majority of the summer with Rosalie. Barely seeing his sister except the rare occasions that he showed up at Grimmuald Place in search of their father. Daphne had written him letters, but never received an answer. Anger be damned, they were siblings and they were family.

He was supposed to be there for her.

But sometimes, family is the one who hurts you the most...