The Lost Heir of the House of Black

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Jätte bra fic. Orkade tyvärr inte läsa hela på engelska så översatte i google translate.. Men det var bra iallafall :3

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Tack allihop Första kapitlet kommer upp om några timmar
Spelar ingen roll hur ni löser språkfrågan, bara ni gör så att ni förstår

Ja!

Har läst prologen och är helt klart intresserad av att läsa vidare!

Måste bara anmärka på hur mycket jag gillade scenen där läkaren sa att de måste göra kejsarsnitt, Sirius förvirring var så realistisk, självfallet vet han inte vad det är för något.

"Their hands started to shake, their grip of each other was so strong." Den meningen skulle jag nog ha vänt på, så att det i stället blir "Their grip of each other was so strong, their hands started to shake." Det låter bättre så. ^^

Stackars Sirius, först förlorar han sin fru, sedan får han skulden för sina vänners död och så förlorar han även sin dotter. Är resten av historien lika deprimerande?

Allt som allt, bra jobbat, jag är nyfiken på fortsättningen!

Tack, jag ska nog ändra till din mening - tänkte nog mer svenska där i huvudet och tack för att du gillade den, ja - det är ju klart att det är deprimerande, men det är ju Sirius livshistoria i Harry Potter också?
Berättelsen handlar ju trots allt om Isobel, och förhoppningsvis hittar de varandra igen

Längtar tills första kapitlet!

11 years later - September 1st, 1991

Chapter 1 - The black sheep of the family

Isobel opened her eyes. She’d had a nightmare. Even if the sunlight shined into her eyes and proved it was morning, she couldn’t shake off the creepy feeling from the dream and feel safe, even though she couldn’t remember what she had dreamt. This happened more often now, it was like a warning that something was coming. Only if she knew what.
-Isobel, honey! Wake up! You have to eat some breakfast before we head off to King Cross Station! We don’t wanna miss that train!
Molly’s gentle voice came from the kitchen. Isobel felt safe.
-That means you too, Ron! You hopeless boy, you’re like Sleeping Beauty or whatever the princess’s name from that story your father came home with a couple of days ago!
Isobel could hear Ron murmur from the room above her. She took her night-gown and put it on while she went downstairs. While entering the kitchen she could see that Percy, Fred and George were already sitting by the table. The twins were eating like dogs.
-Did I really raise you like dogs? Molly sighed while putting some scrambled eggs on Isobel’s plate.
Fred and George looked into each other’s eyes and started to laugh.
-Morning, sis! Fred said to Isobel.
-Good morning, Isobel replied and yawned.
-Ron! Molly’s voice wasn’t gentle anymore.
Fred and George grinned. Percy wasn’t paying attention to anyone of them, he was in his own world reading the Daily Prophet.
-Ron! Molly screamed again.
-What?
Ron had just come downstairs. He sat down next to Isobel.
-Why are you always sleeping? It’s your first day at Hogwarts for crying out loud!
Molly put some scrambled eggs on his plate as well.
-Yeah, Ronnie - stop being such a Sleeping Beauty. You can sleep when you’re dead.
George was mimicking their mother. Fortunately, Molly was too busy putting a spell on the dishes to wash itself, to hear him.
-Oh, just shut up! Ron replied.
-Don’t use that language in my kitchen! Molly told him.
Ron gave his brother the stink eye. ”I hate you”, he mimed to him.
Fred and George just grinned at each other again. Isobel was used to this. Her brother’s was always fighting at breakfast, then they became friends and started to play quidditch or something like that later during the day. They’ve been playing quidditch all summer. She gazed over the breakfast table to look at her family. There they were, all red heads eating like animals. Except for Percy, who always ate like an adult - nice and tightly. She stared into the her reflection in the mirror behind Fred. Among the sea of red hair, there she sat with her long dark, wavy hair. She couldn’t help herself to wonder, even though she knew she was a part of the Weasley family, well not biologically, and she knew that they loved her, something wasn’t feeling right. Not entirely. She was the black sheep of the family. According to the rest of the family, Ron was the black sheep - but she knew that she was the one not belonging there. It felt so strange to be a part of a family that she loved, and still yearn for something else. She didn’t know what, maybe just the feeling of truly belonging somewhere. She sighed.
-Oh, great Merlin - is that the time? Eat up, kids! We’re getting late! The train won’t wait for us!
Everyone looked at each other and the next second they all ate like animals, even Percy.
-How I love this family, Molly laughed.

Haha, jätte bra kapitel. :3

Blev lite nyfiken mellan kapitlena där på varför du skriver på engelska, inget illa ment, bara nyfiken :3