Themostnobleandancienthouseofblack Stories

Olivia Davis was with her best friend Ava Johnson looking at the stars in her front yard when they heard a crash, a scream, then silence. The only thing Olivia knew was that she and her best friend would go through this together. That night Olivia and Ava died, but Cassiopeia and Aquila Black were born.

The Most Noble And Ancient House of Black, the last of it's direct descendants were all the grandchildren of Pollux and Irma Black. All of Irma and Pollux's children knew what was expected of them. They knew they must excel in every field they took a step towards. They knew to be careful with their last name and the honor and expectations that came with it. Walburga, Alphard and Cygnus were all made aware of their duties and parts they were supposed to play in the pureblood society. The daughters of Cygnus and Druella Black- Bellatrix Black, Andromeda Black and Narcissa Black were the defination of elegance. They were Royalty, untouchable high society Hieresses. Pollux and Irma 's oldest child, their daughter Walburga gave them two grandsons. Sirius Orion Black and Regulus Arcturus Black, the real Heirs of the family. Brought up in a high pureblood society like the aristrocrats they were, the cousins were rather close growing up and spending the summers at their grandparents' manor. It all changed once Sirius ran away and Andromeda eloped. But still, can you imagine little Sirius holding hands with a ten year old Bellatrix as they played? Can you imagine all five of them laughing over some board game and petty fight? Can you imagine the lavish tea parties that were thrown in their playroom with all the charmed tea pots , chocolates and cookies floating around the room? Now you will, because this is the story of THE LAST BLACKS. . . . . . AUTHOR'S NOTE - I have always been fascinated by the sacred twenty and wanted to read some fics that surrounding the Black Family . I couldn't find any so, to take matters into my own hands I wrote this. It's not exactly canon but inspired by the timelines put out by JK Rowling. I have written it with glorifying Elements for the the Black because it's going to be from their perspective. Thank you.

Lyra Black never had a parental figure. Not since she was one anyway. She was raised at Grimmauld Place by Kreature and her Grandmother's portrait. She grew up to be a respectable young lady, though she never shared her grandmother's views. Two years ago she was sorted into Ravenclaw, and despite it not being Slytherin, her grandmother was proud of her. Now her father has escaped from Azkaban and she has no idea of his innocence. *All characters other than the ones I create belong to J.K Rowling along with plotlines that I don't make up.

Sirius Black has always loved the night. Add to it pretty good views of Hogwarts from the Astronomy Tower, some good ol' firewhisky, it's shaping up to be a fairly decent way of relaxing. Until, that is, his darling brother decides to meddle. I mean, why can't Reggie just leave him alone? Sure he's out after curfew, but Sirius's business is none of his. Right? Expect a whole lot of Black fam drama coming right up, some deep secrets that no one's really willing to share, plenty of sass and snark (mostly on Sirius's part tho maybe Reggie might pick up a thing or two) and you've got an AU fic of your favourite ever wizarding pureblood family. COPYRIGHT EEtaTTheta 2025 COPYRIGHT @AAlphaBbeta137 COPYRIGHT GGammaDDelta COPYRIGHT EEpsilonZZeta P.S. It may take me some time to cross-post on all these accounts; I'll mainly be updating on AO3 ;)

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ CROSS POSTED ON AO3 UNDER THE USERNAME 'shrinemoon' AND THE TITLE 'noir's secrets' 𝙈𝘾™

𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘨𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦? 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥,𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘹𝘺𝘨𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. IN WHICH Harry Potter and his merry band of fifth years travel back in time to prevent the death of Sirius Black... again. (extended summary inside.) ...SLOW UPDATES...USUALLY ONCE IN TWO WEEKS

*╔═══════❖•ೋ° °ೋ•❖═══════╗* A tree represents a person. Each fallen leaf represents a memory. It's your choice how many memories you make but once every leaf has fallen the tree is bare, there are no more left to make until next spring, though the trees don't know if they will make it to then. This is why every leaf they grow or flower they blossom is made with devotion and tenderness. - Lyra Estelle Nightingale *╚═══════❖•ೋ° °ೋ•❖═══════╝* As Lyra Nightingale explore the world, her memories of her life 7-8 years ago is starting to restore. Re-living a memory that was once long gone deeply buried, A memory of a promise, A promise that alters her life forever, A promise to a certain Weasley.

burgeon /ˈbəːdʒ(ə)n/ verb begin to grow or increase rapidly; flourish. Lorelei Black didn't need any help thank you very much, she wasn't drowning and she certainly wasn't falling for the redhead who kept reappearing in her life...