𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

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Mrs. Weasley had decided to leave Eurielle alone that morning, which was great news to the young witch as she didn't feel like faking nice with the older woman. She had crossed a line last night that Eurielle wasn't likely to forgive anytime soon. She stayed cooped up in her room, reading, not bothering to leave for meal- moping much like her father.

She wanted to get closer to him but she wasn't really sure how, besides, Harry needed him more than she did. She wondered if the others were mad at her for not telling them what the order had been saying, if they were then that was ridiculous as it hadn't been her place to tell them.

She sighed and leaned back on the bed, oh well.

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The tapestry looked immensely old; it was faded and looked as though doxies had gnawed it in places; nevertheless, the golden thread with which it was embroidered still glinted brightly enough to show them a sprawling family tree dating back (as far as Harry could tell) to the Middle Ages. Large words at the very top of the tapestry read: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black "Toujours Pur"

Sirius came in behind him, " Ah, yes, my mother blasted me off of it when I was sixteen," he said cooly, looking at the worn thing with hatred.

Harry raised an eyebrow, " But... isn't that you right there?" he asked pointing to his right.

Sirius's sharp eyes widened and he took a step closer, " What," he said softly, seeing his face- and Evelyn's. His blood began to boil," Who the hell put me back on there?" he spat, " Who the hell put Evelyn on that piece of filth?!"

Harry shrunk back slightly at the look of fury on his godfather's face and followed him as he stormed out of the drawing room and into the great room, " Why!" he said to a portrait on the wall.

The man who looked strikingly similar to Sirius looked up, " Why what?" he asked boredly.

" Why did you put me back on that damned rug- and Evelyn!? I don't want her associated with this awful family,"

Orion puffed his chest out slightly, " Well that's too bad, as I cast a charm on it so you couldn't remove a face, only place one- but no I didn't put you back on," he said going back to his book.

Sirius faltered, " What? Then who did,"

The older man rolled his eyes, " I'd thought that would have been obvious," he said, his cold eyes softening the slightest but then going back to their original state, " It was your brother,"

Sirius's ivory skin turned even paler, " Regulus? He was a Death Eater! Why the hell would he do that?!"

Orion shrugged and returned to his book, ignoring his son who stormed out of the room, going back to where the tapestry was, " Your brother was a death eater?" asked Harry.

" Yeah, my idiot brother . . . that's him." Sirius jabbed a finger at the very bottom of the tree, at the name Regulus black. A date of death (some fifteen years previously) followed the date of birth. "He was younger than me," said Sirius, "and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded."

"But he died," said Harry.

"Yeah," said Sirius. "Stupid idiot."

"Was he killed by an Auror?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Oh no," said Sirius. "No, he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort's orders, more likely, I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don't just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It's a lifetime of service or death."