Poudlard, Septembre 1977. Victoire Duchesne entre en sixième année à Serpentard. Des amis corrompus par la magie noire. Un petit-frère qui entre à Gryffondor. Des parents qui lui annoncent ses fiançailles avec un héritier sang-pur. Sans compter ce mystérieux correspondant, qui semble percer ses secrets et abattre tous les murs qu'elle avait mis si longtemps à ériger...
A no nonsense secret ops commander is reborn into a complex extended family and later adopted. 'Family above all' had always been her motto, be it chosen or blood and in this world with an interwoven magical ancestry worst than Arachne's weaving she decides to hold true to her soul's root. She didn't count for Sirius and Regulus's fascination with her. Fantastic Beasts compliant.
Two house both alike in dignity and wealth, Their feuding and anger will be their downfall and will only be buried after their own children's funerals, Two star crossed lovers will fight for their undying love but be warned this tale ends in tragedy now if your patient ears will listen All your questions will be answered. Harry potter with a dash of Romeo and Juliet.
"What's she done to herself?" Sirius whispered quite loudly. There was a slight scuffle and some mumbles as I squinted, trying to make out their shapes and turn towards them."Um, are these yours?" Potter said uncertainly, after a few moments. "If you're talking about the embarrassingly thick, probably broken glasses on the floor, then yes. And…I can't see without them," I babbled.