PROLOGUE
In light of recent events I have decided that the story of a certain wizarding family needs to be told. Despite the fact that their actions were pivotal points in both wars, very few people know the truth about the Blacks. I with the help of my sister have attempted to give a accurate portrayal of the Black family and their involvement in the wars.
To the Black family, my family, the only thing that ever seemed truly important was to remain pure. It was this pureblood mania that ultimately led to the our untimely destruction. My cousins, sisters, and I all grew up having these pureblooded ideals shoved down our throats. We were the Black children, we belonged to the most powerful magical family in Britain. We were wealthy, attractive, and incredibly gifted everyone expected great things from us. The world was ours for the taking. The only thing we lacked was the tiny fact that we missed out on the childhood we should have had, the childhood we deserved.
At the age of four it was traditional for Black children to start their training which not only included magical studies but proper Black edict. This was supposed to instill proper Black behavior as well as pureblood pride. These lessons did not sit well with me, nor did they sit well with my younger cousin. Sirius was often beaten for not having proper pureblood pride, there was no way that Orion Black was going to allow one of his sons to become a blood traitor. Sirius could never understand why he couldn't play with the muggle children he saw on the street outside his window. As he got older he became more rebellious. I always admired him, he was so much braver then I was, he stood up for what he believed in from the beginning. He always knew who he was. Maybe if I had been more like him it would not have hurt so much to be disowned.
For years people assumed things about us, like that we had hearts and souls as black as our names. On one end of society we were worshipped and idolized on the other we were feared and hated. It was not a life for children, but it shaped all of us into the adults that we became. If we learned one thing from our family it was that life wasn't always easy and sometimes you just have to roll with the punches. Despite what many people thought , we weren't spoiled little brats who got everything the wished for, no we worked for everything we got. Those of us that didn't agree with our families ideals, were severely punished for their entire lives. Sirius and I got the brunt of our families wrath. It was a life I would not wish on anyone, but it was the life Sirius, Regulus, Bellatrix, Narcissa, and I were forced to live through. When people call my siblings and my cousin Regulus evil, it breaks my heart. They weren't evil they just did not have the inner strength to deal with the pains of going against the family. Sirius could never grasp that, he hated them for being weak, I pitied them.
I was recently up in my attic, and found numerous old photographs from my childhood. I realized that our story was never truly told. So I contacted the only other surviving member of my family, my sister Narcissa together we worked to compile this story using our own recollection of events as well as using a spell to bring up the memories of our childhood. We wanted to bring to life the truth behind Sirius' and Bellatrix's hatred for each other, the relationship between Sirius and Regulus, and the reasons for our families unbalanced actions. This is our story, the story of the Black children. Be prepared to dwell deep into the psyche of the Black family, and fear what you just might discover.