The Forgotten Black

Old Routes, New Blooms

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Sirius pov

"Ok Moonies, I need you to give me some harsh truths and I need you to give it me straight," I say, entering with less dramatics then I wish.

"I didn't know you were capable of taking anything straight," Remus remarks casually, not even looking up from his book.

"You know it's cute that you think you're cute. It's charming. How often am I doing like weird fucked up dark magic that I just don't cloak as fucked up dark magic because it's like family tradition?" I ask.

"Oh. Constantly," Remus says like it's obvious.

"Wait really? I thought you were going to say like two or three times," I respond, surely it can't be that often.

"Literally drinking the blood of your ancestors on a full moon is weird and fucked up Padfoot," Remus says turning away from his book to look me in the eyes.

"Its diluted in a lovely vintage red," I defend.

"It's creepy and your family is weird for doing it," Remus deadpans.

"Ok, what about the chanting?" I ask.

"Yeah, the oaths to the eternal lords over breakfast each morning isn't exactly the most normal either," Remus answers.

"Cool, cool, cool. You know our family magic is absurdly strong though," I say, feeling the need to justify what I deem normal but apparently isn't.

"Yeah I'm pretty sure that's because you have absurdly powerful ancestors and not because you're praying to infernal demon lords," Remus says.

"See and if I consume the blood of those powerful ancestors it grows stronger in me," I explain.

"That's just cannibalism Padfoot!" Remus snaps standing up.

"Well maybe sometimes cannibalism can be a good thing actually," I snap back. Someone clears their throat making both of us turn to see everyone who is going to the platform as well as Dumbledore in the doorway staring at me in particular, with confusion, disgust and fear. Black family magic, the fucking bane of my existence .

"I'm glad I caught you all before you left for platform 9 ¾," Dumbledore says, completely ignoring the topic that was at hand.

"Where is Estrella?" He asks with his usual calm smile on his face. It can't be that bad if Dumbledore is acting completely normal. Remus is probably just exaggerating.

"Upstairs in her room still packing...Wait no, having other people pack her stuff for her," I say, correcting myself.

"I see," Dumbledore answers with a nod.

"Want us to go with you?" Remus asks.

"I'd would appreciate that, Estrella is still a little hostile with me," Dumbledore says.

"Don't you mean mentally?" I ask with a snort, hostile, what a kind way of putting Estrella's opinions of Dumbledore.

"Padfoot!" Remus snaps as we head for the stairs.

"What I'm just stating facts," I say smirking at him with my arms up in mock surrender.

Estrella pov

"Still can't believe you're leaving us," Jacqueline says dramatically falling onto my bed.