𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
❝ death cannot exist without life
and life cannot exist without death.
it is a cycle, a never-ending circle ❞
──── 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Amy didn't understand the whole obsession people had with Harry Potter...
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"My parents, with their pure-blood mania, were convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal..." — Sirius Black
Sirius Black, the Lord of House Black, had been arrested days ago and sent to Azkaban without a trial. I was missing, apparently or thought dead. No one had the brains to check 12 GrimmauldPlace. It was all over the news. My second birthday was a few weeks away, on the 12th of November. I was 9 months older than Harry, but I would be placed in his year since I was too young for the next year, which was fine.
Kreacher was taking care of everything; making my meals, cleaning, shopping and sorting out the ordeal that was Sirius. I had gotten Kreacher to buy books about every subject in magic, etiquette, the whole lot that the Black library did not have. The library was massive and had so many books about anything. Most of it was our history and dark magic, though.
Thankfully, time was going by quickly because I hated being a baby. When Kreacher returned with bags of books, I got stuck in them. The only pro of being a baby was my brain soaked up things like a sponge. I also had nothing better to do than read and learn. What else could you do but learn about magic when in a magical world?
Kreacher started home-schooling me the best he could, mainly handing me books. I helped him with his English so he could speak it better. It wasn't hard; he was already much more compliant than Dobby.
Kreacher would praise me for my hardworking nature and tell me I was like his old Master, Regulus Black. He really did love Regulus, and I could relate. I had seen the pictures of Regulus, and let me tell you, he was a looker. With his dark curly hair, ivory skin, and lith form from playing quitch, a small amount of freckles caressed his cheeks. He was much too young to be gone so soon.
My grandmother, Walburga Black, was the same. They both praised the floor Regulus walked on; Walburga loved him a lot. Sirius had introduced us when I was a few months old; although he hated her, he wanted to show off his daughter.
She was currently in a portrait and helped me learn more. She was teaching me how to be a respectable pureblood. She would curse Sirius, which usually made me laugh, but I zoned out every time she hammered about pure-blood supremacy. It was so outdated and silly because muggles were quite innovative without magic.
