"La maison la plus noble de Noir. "Toujours Pur". Pour aimer un loup"
Is pretty much translated into:
The most noble house of Black. "Always Pure." To love a wolf. (I used a website to translate it into French for me lol.)

There will be slash. Sorry. No, it isn't Sirius and Remus. Sorry again.

The little begining bit will be up really soon. It is pretty short, but the rest of the posts will be pretty long.

I'd give you a summary, but I think that would ruin the fic.


A young boy lay on his back under a large tree. His raven colored hair fanned out under his head, a few stray strands working at a futile attempt to hide his face. They clung to the beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead as he lay there.

He seemed to be dozing, with his head resting on his left arm, his right hand resting lightly on a book that lay open on his stomach, a quill lay discarded inches away, beside the shirt the boy had thrown aside in his attempt to cool off.

Small drops of water occasionally sprinkled his face, which was dangerously close to the large, clear, blue lake in which other boys and girls relaxed in, splashing each other when need be. A smile was playing across his lips, so faint that one wouldn't notice it unless they already knew it was there. He had undoubtedly been spotted by a great deal of students, but only one seemed to take any interest in him.

A boy only slightly larger then the slumbering boy himself now crept towards him on his hands and knees. His shoulder length raven hair fell gracefully over his face, partially hiding his mischievous grin. But, his hair seemed to be the only thing graceful about him. As he crawled to the smaller boy, his hands slipped slightly, and he mumbled curses under his breath. When he reached the sleeping boy, he lifted his hand and reached slowly towards the book, holding his breath.

Before he touched it his body froze, and he turned his eyes to the smaller boys face, making himself aware of every breath and even the smallest movement the boy made. His hand fell back to the grass, his face showing obvious disappointment and defeat. "You're getting good at feigning sleep, Regulus."

The boys eyes snapped open and his faint smile grew slightly as he gazed up at the larger boy.

"Yes. But, dear brother, I wasn't feigning. You are just terrible at sneaking up on people. Still."

"Well then. When did you wake up?"

"When you put a curse upon all things green." Regulus's smile transformed to a smirk as he pushed himself up on his elbows. "Sirius, you lack all things that make up a Black."

Sirius rolled his eyes.

"My hand slipped on a wet leaf. Anyone from any blood line can slip," he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. Regulus nodded slightly as he gathered his things.

"Though, I've never seen father do it."

"He isn't human." A deafening silence followed, in which the boys pointedly avoided eye contact with each other. Regulus picked at blades of grass, wondering if he should ask the question that had been nagging him all summer, ever since Sirius had bolted from the house.
He had had rather large fight with their parents, during which Regulus had lay in his bed trying to block out the screams and the shattering of glass. Sirius had burst into the room, pulled his brother into a rough one armed hug, and disappeared from the house. It had become as if Regulus was an only child. Their parents had refused to even register the fact that they knew who Sirius was when Regulus had questioned his whereabouts. He cleared his throat and leaned forward slightly.

"When are you coming home?"

"Never."