It was after midnight. In the moonlit room Walburga Black stood beside her newborn son's cradle, silently watching over his sleep. Since his birth she would wake up every night with the urge to stand up and make sure that he was still there.

She had been so proud...

Smiling happily, Walburga Black tucked her son and heir further under the blanket. 'Sirius!', she whispered as she bent down to kiss her little angel goodnight. 'Your name shall be Sirius, the brightest of all stars in the sky, as one day you will shine for me. I know you will.'