We only miss those we have lost

1. Who were they?

The light of the full moon didn't only remind Sirius of the suffering of his best friend Remus Lupin and his furry situation it also told him of the empty hole in his heart that was left by someone he might never see again. His twin, Cepheus Draco Black.

We only miss those we lose.

28th June 1995. 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

It was late afternoon in the creaky old house which had the name 12 Grimmauld Place. The group of teenagers living in the home were sitting in the lounge room when they got entrusted with the mission of trying to clean up the creepy dark house by Harry Potter's godfather himself Sirius Black. 'Now you all know the rules are no touching any item that looks like they are dark artifacts obviously and no turning anything bright pink it took me a week to get rid of it last time you pulled that.' He ordered looking at the two redhead twins. 'No going anywhere near the creepy hallway on the third floor also, please go ahead and irritate Kreacher any chance you get.' he smiled down at the group 'now go we don't have all day.' That last rule made no sense to Harry James Potter as he headed off to go 'clean' the third floor. It always piqued his interest and made him want to explore the area, and of course, because he wasn't allowed to, he decided to explore the third floor by himself.

As he started to explore the third floor, he quickly began to realize that this must have been where the old bedrooms were as he opened the first door which had Sirius written on it in gold to an extremely Gryffindor colour schemed room. It had Gryffindor banners everywhere, and muggle pictures of motorbikes and girls on the walls stuck on by what seems like a powerful sticking charm. This must have been Sirius's old room. Harry was starting to wonder why Sirius didn't want them up here as he kept running into bedrooms including one with a Slytherin colour scheme, it seemed ordinary to him so why aren't they allowed here? He was about to turn back when he saw a door with the name Cepheus carved into the wood and when he looked closer it seemed to be covering a name that was in silver. It looked like it said 'Lyra' but who is this Cepheus and why hasn't Sirius spoken about them. Harry was about to open the door when he suddenly heard a voice. It was Sirius.

'I thought I told you not to come up here?' Sirius questioned with a smirk from his spot in the dark leaning hallway. Harry turns slightly startled by the sudden appearance of his godfather in the hall.

'Sorry, Sirius I just got curious you know?' Harry admitted a smile tugging at his lips when he saw that his godfather wasn't mad at him.

'Yeah, I know prongslet. Your father and I were always running off, getting into trouble much to Moony's displeasure.' He chuckled and smiled, putting a hand on his godson's shoulder and looking up at the door ahead of them falling into a comfortable silence.

'Sirius who is Cepheus?' Harry interrupted, looking at Sirius as he saw his smile fall and the sadness in his eyes.

'They were my twin. Always the perfect child well until I left. Then they figured who they were and joined the order with me. They suddenly disappeared a few months later just like Regulus did, and I still don't know where they are or even if they are alive' He answered with his eyes starting to water. As he looked at Harry, his eyes filled with love and regret. Harry looked at Sirius in bewilderment; he had never seen someone so tough break down like this it was almost sweet in a way to realize no matter how strong someone seems. Everyone needs a break sometimes. He somberly chuckled as he wiped his eyes, trying to get rid of the tears building up. 'They always told me that I would be the first one gone but look at me now. I'm the last one. The last child of the noble and ancient house of Black' Harry smiled a sad smile at Sirius and put his arm around him in a gentle hug. 'Everything I've done was for you harry; you're the only thing in the world that keeps me going.' Sirius whispered as he pulled away.

'Now why don't we see what the others are up to.' Sirius smiled as he and Harry walked out of the creepy hallway into the cheerful atmosphere of the dining room. The door at the end of the hall was still unopened and left alone. The bedroom stays always cursed to be untouched unless the original owner comes back.

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On this day the 3rd of November 1959, two babies were born to Walburga and Orion Black. One male. One female. Their names were Sirius and Lyra Black. The twins were adorable babies, and you could tell they would grow up to be stunning in their adulthood. It was a trait of the Black family bloodline after all. Along with the whole dark family thing they had going for them the nurses of St Mungo's made sure to be extra careful around the couple and their twins. Even with the entire staff of the hospital trying to avoid them because of their family's history, it was one of the black's family happiest days. They had finally succeeded in having an heir as well as an heiress after many years of trying and failing. What they didn't know was that these four years might be the last time they will ever share this sort of happiness and love with their small family again as the excitement of having a baby wears off and they have to try and raise the children to be perfect in every way like a pureblood should be. Trying to Make these innocent children turn into pureblood supremacists just like their parents but before that time of trials and hardships, they will enjoy what they have right now and not think about the future. They'll be surprised when they raise these children and see how different they are from all the other pureblood families children not only in looks but in personality as well. The new parents will also be surprised when next year they gain another addition to their family which once was thought impossible after being told they could not have another. They would name this black-haired blue-eyed boy Regulus Arcturus Black making him the third and final child of the Black family. They seemed happy for a couple of years watching their children grow in front of them and maturing become perfect as can be. The problem is no one is perfect, especially the children of the Black family.