The Untold Story of Regulus Black

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1993
She comes home from a long day at work, he’s in between jobs and is nowhere to be found. She picks up the daily prophet from the table, the headline reads: ‘Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban.’ with his picture attached. Simultaneously she feels a sharp pain in her abdomen, and hurries to the bathroom. There the blood starts to flood her undergarments, scared she sits down feeling her head getting light, hoping it would stop quickly. But it didn’t, she tried to stand up to get her wand but her body was too weak. She even tried wandless magic but that didn’t work either. Tears started to stream down her cheeks, she was terrified. He found her hours later, passed out in the tub. She had lost a lot of blood. She was 2 months pregnant.

1994
‘Triwizard Tournament to be held at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.’
She’s laying alone in their bed, her pillow stained from all the tears she had let fall. Her hand was placed on her stomach, another child lost. The room was dimly lit and she almost didn’t notice him standing in the doorway, ‘I’ll be back soon.’ he said. ‘Please stay with me, I don’t want to be alone right now.’ 'I said I'll be back soon.'. He left the house in a hurry. She silently cried herself to sleep, something she had gotten more than used to.

1995
Cedric Diggory dies at Triwizard tournament, chosen one claims the return of he-who-must-not-be-named.

After just arriving home she noticed there was something different. She looked around but couldn't quite place it. Then she heard something from the kitchen. She practically ran towards the sound thinking he had returned, but there was something unexpected waiting for here. Or rather someone. She gasped when she saw him sitting at her kitchen table reading the daily paper. She couldn't recall ever seeing him up close but she knew it was him. 'Professor Dumbledore?' He folded the newspaper, 'Ah, was wondering when you would be back.' 'I'm sorry but what are you doing here, Professor?' 'Well I'm here to get you of course.' 'Get me for what, professor? And how did you know where to find me? ' She was very cautious about who she shared her location with. 'The others are waiting best to not keep them waiting. Best to pack some warm clothes, it's quite a cold summer in England.' 'England? Where are you taking me, professor?' 'Grimmauld place.' She started to shake her head, 'No, no I can't go there. Mrs. Black would have my head if I ever step in there. Besides, I need to wait here. My husband might get worried if I’m gone when he comes back.' 'Don't worry about Mrs. Black, I hear the new owner is quite fond of you. As for your husband, he should be there already.' Eira didn't even question how he knew who her husband was. The only thing she could think about was the fact that he had returned to Grimmauld place. She quickly gathered her things and within minutes entered the fireplace with her old headmaster. To say she was anxious would be an understatement. As they entered the fireplace she was met with the old Black house. She had only been here once before on that fateful day. When she had almost lost him, these past weeks without him had been torture. She couldn't imagine how she would have survived if he had died. She heard low voices from behind the door in front of her. She glanced at Dumbledore, waiting for him to open it but he had other plans. 'I'm afraid you'll have to do this part on your own. I have business to attend to elsewhere.' 'But professor, why have you brought me here?' 'Everything will be clear in due time. For now, farewell.' Before she could reply he had already apparated out the room. She stared at the door in front of her and with one last deep breath she stepped forward and opened it.