The Story of Sirius Black

It was seven months since Walburga Black was declared pregnant. And with each passing day, she became more and more aggressive. She argued with her husband, yelled at paintings, and tripled Kreature's work load; not that he didn't enjoy it. And none of them had any clue what to name their unborn:

"I'm telling you; we are going to name him Regulas, and that is FINAL!" Mr. Black roared.

"You seem to have forgotten on who is going to give birth to him, AND I SAY SIRIUS! ! ! !" Mrs. Black screeched.

"SIRIUS! What kind of a name is that? !" Mr. Black argued. Hours went by, but then Mrs. Black went silent.

"He's coming," she said suddenly.

Mr. Black froze, the color draining out of his face. It was weeks till the baby was due; they had not gotten anything ready. "a-are you sure?" he asked, not hiding the fear from his tone.

"I THINK I, OF ALL PEOPLE, WOULD KNOW! NOW, GET US TO MUNGOS! ! ! !" she screeched. He came to his senses and ran to the broom cupboard. Apperation when pregnant was extremely dangerous to the mother and the child. Mrs. Black could not ride a lone broom, so they would have to share one. He grabbed the fastest one they had, and hurried to the steps, where she was waiting. "You took long enough!" she said impatiently. He looked around to see if any of the muggles were out, and placed a rather large invisibility cloak on the both of them. He kicked the ground with all his might, and took off.

It was several more minutes, and a heck of a lot of screaming from Mrs. Black, until St. Mungos was in sight. Thank goodness no other wizards are around. Mr. Black thought desperately. Swiftly, then started to descend. It was already night out so no muggles were there to see them land. As soon and they landed, he picked up his wife, completely forgetting about magic, and carried her to the door. The healers saw them bust in, and immediately recognized what was happening. They quickly lead Mrs. Black to the nearest room; but as he tried to follow them, they shut the door in his face. Feeling immensely uneasy, he settled down into one of the chairs. An intense wave of anxiety swept over him.

It was nearly one and a half more hours until one of the healers came out the door smiling, and waving for him to get in. He excitedly jumped out of his chair and entered the room. When he walked in, he saw a very rate sight. Mrs. Black was lying in the bed and smiling into a small black blanket. He looked into the blanket and couldn't help but grimacing.

"Our little Regulas." Mrs. Black gave him a reproachful look. He hesitated then corrected himself, "I mean, our little Sirius." Mrs. Black smirked, and then unfolded the blanket. Under it was a small, handsome little baby, who gave a small bark-like giggle.