𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔐𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔑𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢 ℌ𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔩: 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞 𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

'I was a kid, but I wasn't clueless'

-Conan Gray, Family Line

   Oliver sat at his table in Hogwarts. He has been at the magical school for a week and a half now and was very settled. Owls flew into the Great Hall, it was common to Oliver now, at first, he screamed, causing the whole Hall to burst out into laughter. Luckily, he wasn't the only one, some girl across him did too. She was a muggle born. The Black Family would never approve. The thought crossed his mind, but he wasn't Black. They didn't exist anymore. He was Oliver, and it was just a story. His Owl dropped a letter in front of him, the first letter he had gotten. He read the return address, 12 Grimmauld Place. Father wrote.

𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔒𝔩𝔦𝔳𝔢𝔯,   ℑ 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔞𝔱 ℌ𝔬𝔤𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔰. ℑ 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔬𝔯𝔰. ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 ℜ𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔫𝔠𝔩𝔞𝔴! 𝔜𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔄𝔰 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔫𝔢𝔴 𝔰𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩, ℑ 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔶.   𝔅𝔲𝔱 ℑ 𝔰𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔤𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱'𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔫𝔢𝔵𝔱 𝔭𝔞𝔤𝔢. 𝔚𝔞𝔩𝔟𝔲𝔯𝔤𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔢𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔦𝔠𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔶 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫.   𝔈𝔫𝔧𝔬𝔶 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔬𝔬𝔩 𝔞𝔫𝔡 ℑ'𝔩𝔩 𝔰𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔱 ℭ𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔰!

-𝔉𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯

   Oliver stared at the page, waiting a minute before looking at the next pieces of parchment containing the next part of the story, he had waited ages for, ready to find out what came next.

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   The morning started normally, the two brothers were up at six in the morning rushing downstairs before their mother locked up the kitchen. It had been a rule since the young Black brothers could remember: Eat before seven or don't eat till the next meal. Regulus kept this rule serious and always tried to wake his older brother ensuring he ate. Regulus didn't like grumpy Sirius, he wasn't fun when he was grumpy. Sirius however would rather sleep if he could, missing one meal didn't mean as much to him. But this morning Sirius came down earlier to put a pause to Regulus' pestering. He ate quickly, leaving the dishes for the house elf, Kreacher. Regulus, however, ate slower, and he went to the sink in the kitchen, getting on the tips of his toes to try and reach it.

   "Sirius, help!" the little boy shouts, jumping now to reach the towering sink. Sirius rolls his eyes, "Reggie Kreacher will do it,"

   "But I wanna help Kweacher!" Regulus is whining now, and Sirius doesn't want him in trouble for it, so he grabs Regulus from under his shoulders and lifts the younger boy to the basin in the sink, in which Regulus discards his breakfast dishes, before setting him back down on the kitchen ground.