The Noble One: Part 1

Prologue

It's the final days of June. London is known for it's cold weather but you forget everything when the sun would shine through the speckles of your window. Summer is truly around the corner.

A long time ago this place, Grimmauld Place was dark and gloomy. A place where a young boy of 16 years old was kicked out of this very home. That boy was Sirius Black. But he didn't live here by himself. There was his mother Walburga, his father Orion and his little brother Regulus Arcturus Black. Nowadays you could not recognise these people once upon a time lived in that very home. Now it's a home of joy, laughter and memories you want to behold. A true home. The home of the Potters.

It's June 25th, 2020. Lily, James and Albus were told to clean out their rooms and the attic for things to donate to the Ministry of Magic, there is a memorial exhibit planned for the lives that were lost during the Battle of Hogwarts. Sirius his life was one of it. James went into the attic with Albus. Lily cleaned out the old room of Sirius, the one she sleeps in. Some things were kept, like brooms, books, dumb things you got with chocolate frogs. She sighed. She felt she had better things to do than to look for dusty old books no one ever wanted to read. "Blimey, why didn't I just throw this out when I had the chance?" Lily asked herself many times that day. But the answer came from true laziness. She was far too occupied to ever think of cleaning out her room with things that weren't hers. And now she had to pay the price.

The boys on the other hand thought this was quite fun. Well James thought it was. Albus couldn't care less. "Isn't this wicked, looking through some legend's things?"James said to Albus but by the looks of it Albus truly felt the need to burn all this stuff and be done with it. "He's dead and we're alive, does it really matter what broom he had before he died?" James raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "So you don't want anyone to remember who you were or what you did for the world. You don't want to live on forever?" Albus nodded quickly in the hope he annoyed his brother enough so he could be excused and finish his letter to Scorpius Malfoy. James shook his head and looked at his younger brother. "Fine, go. I'll do this by myself. " Suddenly Albus his smile was as bright as the sun that had been shining through for a few days now. When he left James walked deeper into the old room. So much dust was being collected and everything was isolated. There were boxes everywhere. It seemed his father couldn't throw anything away. Figures. James saw a few boxes that were filled with books. There was something written on it. "R.A.B. Do not touch." He was confused but far too curious to not open the box. There were journals, posters, drawings and many photo albums. He looked through the albums and kept seeing a boy he did not recognise, the drawings and posters didn't say much. Only that this house was used to welcome Death Eaters, which didn't surprise him. The journals peaked his interest. Seems like someone wrote down their entire life. On each journal the initials R.A.B. kept showing up. "Who are you, R.A.B.?" James asked himself.

After a long day of cleaning out the house, James went back to his room, he had kept the journals under his bed. He had to read them and figure out the mystery that is R.A.B.. Perhaps he is an important part of history. Everyone had gone to sleep but not James. He layed under the covers and took one journal. He knew he couldn't read all of them. He opened it and the year said 1976. He grabbed his wand from the nightstand to be able t read it. "Lumos." he said and his wand lit up. The date was now clear. It said September 1st, 1976. The day the students return to Hogwarts. James knew reading this would keep him up all night but he didn't care. "Time to find out who you are." He whispered to himself.