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Chapter 1: I am tired of this fricken fanon cliché!
OotP Chapter Six:
Sirius walked across the room to where the tapestry Kreacher had been trying to protect hung the length of the wall. Harry and the others walked across the room to where the tapestry Kreacher had been trying to protect hung the length of the wall. Harry and the others followed.
The tapestry looked immensely old; it was faded and looked as though Doxys had gnawed it in places. Nevertheless, the golden thread with which it was embroidered still glinted brightly enough to show them a sprawling family tree dating back (as far as Harry could tell) to the Middle Ages. Large words at the very top of the tapestry read:
The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
Toujours Pur
"Oooh," Hermione said, "Does that mean that you're family is nobility? Should we be calling you 'Lord Black'?"
"What?" Sirius blinked and then looked at the words at the very top the tapestry that Hermione was pointing to. Then he burst out laughing. After a good five minutes Sirius finally recovered himself enough to say, "Oh, no, no, no, there aren't any titles of nobility in the Wizarding World. The word 'noble' can also be used as an adjective, which my relatives did because they were extremely arrogant about their heritage—they even ordered the house-elves to use the term—but it doesn't mean anything. If anything it's ironic because aside from Harry's grandmother," Sirius briefly pointed at the name 'Dorea Black' that was linked to 'Charlus Potter', "all the Black's who could truly be described as 'noble' are the ones who got cast out."
Hermione lowered her head, looking a bit embarrassed.