What if the Marauders were pure blood ? What if they were mischievous but had strong beliefs instead of just bullying and having fun
Discover the journey of the Marauders as they make their way through Hogwarts and their lives
Dorea Helen Black stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her black curls were softened and collected on one side, her blueish grey eyes were shinier than usual, with perfectly manicured eyebrows, dark kuhul and some eyeshadow and long lashes her eyes looked fresh and powerful. Her complexion was soft and clean with deep pink blush matching her lip colour.
It was one of the most important day in her life. Her engagement day. A couple of weeks ago the betrothal contacted was signed at Gringotts Wizarding Bank and it was posted in the Daily Prophet the next day but today the celebration was held in the Black manor
She could not hold her happiness. She had been in love with heir Charlus Potter ever since their third year at Hogwarts. Last year his father Lord Fleamont Potter had sent a traditional proposal letter to her grandfather Lord Sirius Orion Black the second. Then his mother lady Euphemia Potter nee Rowle visited the ladies of the most ancient and noble house of Black after Lord potter had met with Lord Black and both his heir Arcturus Black the third and her father Castor Black
She took a final look at herself. The corset was not to tight nor too loose luckily or thanks to her mother's charms it held perfectly. The dress was long colourful and shimmering. From the large shoulders to the bottom of the gown. The dress was designed by her mother who spent weeks working on it even before the contract was official.
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She knew how important to look the most beautiful on that day but did she really need to drink a half large bottle of a beautifying potion. Aunt Rhea had brewed her the potion she had found its recipe in a book in their family library
She took her wand in her right hand and wrote an invisible rune used for calming on her left one. She felt her stomach twisted. Did every bride felt like this? Was she overthinking? There was a small knock on the door followed by stronger excited knocks.
"Cassiopeia, not like this. You shouldn't scare her" she heard the voice behind the door saying
"Come in!" She called
The door cracked open and her younger sister came running towards her. She squeezed her in a hug. She hugged her back. Spending hours in this room made her miss her sister even more
"Stop it, Cassiopeia, you're gonna ruin her look" said a familiar voice
Dorea looked up to see the blonde in a light pink dress and a pointed hat "aunt Margret! " she said happily "I'm glad to see you" she broke the hug gently
"Aww sweet girl" exclaimed Margret. She walked towards her in an awe and tears in her shiny blue eyes after hugging lightly so the dresses would stay nice "look at you!" Dorea blushed "the prettiest bride ever "
"Ohh auntie "
Margret waved her wand to smooth the gown again. Then took Dorea's arm and began writing on it with her wand
