Noctis Black: The Heir Of Slytherin

Chapter 1:Last of House Black

The night was shrouded in darkness, the sky veiled by a thick curtain of gray clouds that obscured any glimpse of the heavens. The rain fell relentlessly, a steady torrent that extinguished the fiery remnants of destruction and transformed the smoldering ruins of Godric's Hollow into a sodden wasteland. It was as if the heavens themselves wept for the desolation below, the sky cloaked in mourning for the tragedy that had befallen the once-vibrant village.

The night air was thick with the acrid scent of smoke and the pungent odor of wet ash. The relentless downpour hammered against the charred remains of what was once a home, each droplet a tiny soldier in the army of nature's grief. The storm seemed to echo the turmoil within the shattered remnants of the little home, where echoes of laughter and warmth had been swallowed by the cold embrace of devastation.

Amidst the cacophony of the storm, the cries of two infants pierced through the tumult, their wails a defiant challenge to the unrelenting sound of the rain. These cries, raw and fervent, cut through the relentless downpour as if attempting to assert their existence against the tempest's fury. Each cry was a desperate declaration of life, a fragile beacon of hope struggling to shine through nature's relentless lament. In that storm-swept night, their voices battled against the elements, a poignant reminder of innocence clinging to the edge of desolation.

A set of heavy footsteps resonated through the storm, overpowering the relentless patter of rain. These footsteps belonged to a giant of a man, rugged and formidable, clutching a pink umbrella that seemed oddly out of place. His beard was long and shaggy, and his hair wild and unkempt. Dressed in mismatched dark clothing, he moved with surprising grace through the wreckage of the house, methodically shifting debris aside.

The man's presence was almost as powerful as the storm itself, a solid force amidst the chaos. As he navigated the ruins, the cries grew louder, guiding him to their source. Finally, he uncovered two infants, both boys. One had midnight black hair, a striking contrast to the other's dark brown locks. Their small forms were huddled together, their cries a desperate plea for comfort amidst the desolation. The giant man's eyes softened as he gazed down at them, his rough exterior belied by the gentleness with which he reached for the crying children.

As soon as the children were in the man's arms, the crying ended. They began to coo affectionately, eventually falling asleep in the arms of the man.

Hagrid: "Bless their tiny little hearts," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

As soon as the children were in the man's arms, the crying ended. They began to coo affectionately, eventually falling asleep in the arms of the man.

Hagrid: "Bless their tiny little hearts."

Hagrid adjusted his umbrella, protecting the infants from the rain. Just as he was about to leave the wreckage, the sound of a motorcycle could be heard. Strangely, a flying motorcycle appeared and landed right next to Hagrid. The owner removed his helmet and got off the bike, walking past Hagrid and the two children. The man fell to his knees in grief, the rain masking his tears. He sat like that for ten minutes, Hagrid standing next to him in silence.

Hagrid: "Sirius, not to disturb yer mournin', but what are ya doin' here?"

The man was none other than Sirius Black, the younger brother to Victoria Black. He had just mourned his brother-in-law, his sister, and his best friends. He had lost quite a bit within the span of one night.

Sirius: "James called for backup. The bastard was here, he took them." *Choked* "How are the boys?"

Hagrid showed Sirius the two sleeping boys. He looked at them and sighed in relief.

Sirius: "Thank you, Hagrid, but I can take it from here. Harry's my godson and Noctis is my nephew. I can look after them."

Hagrid: "As much as I'd love to give 'em to ya, I can't."