The Unseen Daughter

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It was a large but humble home, blending in with the muggle's houses. Of course, just the point was surprising going by Mr and Mrs. Black's hatred for them. But what was happening inside the large, tall almost mansion-like house was far more interesting.

"I'm not wearing that rubbish!" a tall, young boy—possibly around eleven—shouted, glaring at his mother.

"You will wear this! Stop being so difficult!" she yelled, her harsh voice breaking slightly from the strain.

"You know what I would like to do with that?" Sirius asked his furious mother, but she merely looked at him, waiting for an answer. Instead, Sirius extended his hand, motioning for her to give him the 'thing' he was expected to wear. The mother handed it to him, believing he would wear it. But he wasn't going to. This was Sirius Black we were talking about.

"I," he said, pausing as he took the brown and yellow suit off the coat hanger, "would..." He stopped again, roughly removing the beige cloak from the hanger. "Like..." He opened the window. "To do..." He looked into his mother's eyes. "This!" He abruptly finished, his shout making Mrs. Black jump.

Sirius had discarded the ugly garment, leaving her powerless.

"You horrid child!" she yelled, raising her hand to slap Sirius.

Sirius Black was neither spoiled, ungrateful, nor hurtful, and he was not the problem; his parents were. Sirius ducked under his mother's outstretched arm, running through the hallway, up the creaky stairs, and past his brother Regulus' room. He continued up another flight of stairs, past his parents' room, and finally to his own.

Laying down on his bed, he grinned to himself, needing to suppress laughter as he knew it would get him into even more trouble after about three seconds, he had fully recovered from laughing and running, so he approached his small (but taller than Sirius) wardrobe and pulled out a white button-up shirt, dark jeans, and a pair of reddish Converse.

By the time he had finished putting them all on, his father was already confronting Sirius.

"What in Merlin's beard was that?" his dad shouted as he quickly approached Sirius, causing him to back away. In the process, Sirius tripped and stubbed his toe slightly on the large bed.

"Why are you wearing Muggle clothes?" he asked Sirius suspiciously.

"Muggles aren't supposed to know magic exists, so I avoid looking foolish," he replied.

"You should be proud to be part of the"

"I know, I know. I should be proud to be part of the pure bloodline of the Noble House of Black," But of course, Sirius didn't truly understand why his family was considered 'noble.' It was only after he turned nine that he realized the family was steeped in corruption, incest, deception, and hatred.

"But I'm going to wear this," Sirius declared as he moved toward his trunk packed for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Just remember, you are bringing shame to our name by wearing this," his dad said solemnly.

"Okay," replied Sirius, trying to sound light-hearted but remembering only one word: 'shame'. That's all his parents thought he was—a shame upon the Name.

"Hey, Sirius," Aurora said standing at the front door. Aurora Edwards was their next-door neighbor preparing to start Hogwarts. She had known the Blacks her entire life; the Blacks and Edwards families were close.

"Hey Ruby, how are you doing?" Sirius said kindly. Aurora's nickname she only allowed a few people to call her Ruby. 

"I'm fine. I'm just tired. I still don't understand why we had to wake up at five-thirty in the morning when we only live about five minutes away from the station," Aurora said, looking slightly confused.