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A/N: Hey guys, this is my newest fanfic, it is about different members of the Black family both canon and OCs. Please let me know what you think and if you have any ideas for one-shots about specific Blacks or people married into the Black family.
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Everyone Bleeds Red…
~It is not until we realise that we are more similar than we are different that we will truly understand that everyone bleeds red. We are not so different, we are the same but wish to be so much more~
Hesper Black (nee Gamp)
Chapter 1- Sirius Black II- 1877-1952
As the oldest child of Phineas Nigellus Black and his wife Ursula Flint, a certain modicum of behaviour was expected of Sirius Black II. He was named after his paternal uncle, he was meant to be a man who ruled with an iron fist and through fear rather than through respect.
But by the closing hours of his life, Sirius Black II had learnt a valuable lesson, one that he wished that he had learnt long ago, that blood purity did not matter. Sirius could see more than his younger brothers, Cygnus and Arcturus and even his little sister, Belvina ever had. Only Phineas, a brother who had been disinherited so long ago for championing Muggle-born Rights had understood this, now as he entered the final hours of his life, Sirius put his shaking quill to paper and began to write.
To whoever may find and read this,
I, Sirius Black II, son of Phineas Nigellus Black and Ursula Flint, do offer you a small amount of advice on what is to come. There is a storm brewing, a storm much deadlier than one Wizarding kind has ever seen, I am not what they call a bigot but nor am I foolish enough to champion Muggle-born rights. However, even I can see the prudence in allowing new blood into our bloodlines.
I can see the devastation of this family, a family who once not so long ago was at the highest our stars could rise, but are now closer to destitute. I can see the folly of inbreeding, from the betrothal of cousins, Walburga and Orion, I truly worry. Bellatrix is already unhinged even at this young and tender age. I hope the descendant that reads this, who I know will fulfil my wishes of being truly pure of heart- Toujours Pur (after all this motto is to mean pure of heart and not of blood as many of this family now believe), will once again help this family regain what was lost…
Here the writing proved to be too much for the ailing Lord Black, Sirius knew all too well that the curse of the Blacks was to produce some of the best in many fields but aging was the cost of interbreeding. He was not very old at all, for a wizard the age at which the Blacks lost their lives was a true tragedy.
Sirius could feel his blood being pumped slower and slower, he knew that the end was very near. Using his last burst of energy the Lord Black looked at the Family Tapestry, the one that only the head of the family had access to and sighed. Even the act of sighing took a lot of energy out of him, the November air which was barred from the Manor seemed to have crept into his old bones and rattled him from the inside. As Sirius looked at the name of the brother he had lost so long ago, he felt a tear run down his wrinkled cheek, his grey eyes haunted by the ghosts of the past.
Grabbing the quill one final time, Sirius breathed his last. Closing his eyes for the very last time, Sirius smiled at the thought of once again being reunited with his wife, Hesper, he smiled as he thought of his last words and hoped that he had not been too late in learning what she had wanted him to know all those years ago.
It would not be until many, many years later that someone would read his last words…
Blacks' may never show weakness, we may be proud and haughty. But…we must remember that no matter what. Everyone Bleeds Red…