The Noble house of Black
Chapter 1
We always held our family title high, but it has always been a lie. The Black family has never been noble, at least not to each other. Every bottle of firewhiskey in the house was empty, father made sure of it. He also made sure Sirius knew he was worthless and his mere existence tainted the family line. My mother practically kissed the floor father walked. It's disgusting. I can't remember a time when she thought for herself. There was only one thing that most of our family agreed on, and that was blood purity. Father was especially determined to join the Dark Lord's ranks along with the Lestranges, and Malfoys. Once he joined he got over confident and sloppy in his work. I believe that was when he started drinking more and more. Father would have Sirius and I study for hours at a time to become worthy of serving the Dark Lord. Around Christmas of our third year at Hogwarts Sirius began resisting father's wishes. Which proved to be a mistake. I remember it clearly as if it was yesterday.
Flashback
Father's grey bloodshot eyes flashed with anger. However, it was his calm exterior that worried me the most. His steps carefully measured. The room had a deafening silence. He raised a tight hand that followed with a sharp slap. When father pulled away I saw blood trickling down Sirius' chin from his lip. My gasp went unnoticed when father pulled his wand from his sleeve and cast cruico. Sirius' screams were ringing in my ears.
Flashback end
It was late in the evening when I found Sirius in the library. He was engrossed in a leather bound book titled, The most ancient findings in the Dark Arts. He was so focused on the book that my entrance went unnoticed by him. I sat opposite of him at the long oak table and gently cleared my throat. He looked up startled.
"Kreacher will have supper ready shorty" I said.
"Thanks, Regulus" Sirius responded.
Sirius quickly placed the book where it belonged and left the room. Tardiness was highly frowned upon in the Black family. Sirius had more harsh punishments than I did. My punishments went as far as stern lecture, while Sirius was lucky if it was a slap across his delicate face.
They ate in silence at a long white marble table. Father always had Sirius eat at the far end of the table while father, mother and I sat together at the other end. Mother and father exchanged a look that indicated that they had a topic they wanted to discuss. Mother was first to speak up.
"Sirius, we... well your father and I would like to make a compromise with you". There was a long pause before she continued. "If you were to stay away from these mudblood and blood traitor friends of yours, we will restore your reputation as a member of this family."
The look of shock on my brothers face matched the shock I was feeling.