Mr. and Mrs. Black, of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, were proud to say that their blood was perfectly pure, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved with anyone like blood-traitors or muggleborns, because they just didn't believe in such atrocities learning magic.

Mr. Black was a Ministry worker for the Ministry of Magic, and was very well-respected. He was a tall, dark-haired man with quiet, cold dark eyes, and he had a rather vast knowledge of dark curses and magic. Mrs. Black was shorter but also dark-haired, and probably twice the amount of knowledge as her husband when it came to the Dark Arts, which came in very useful as she spent much of her time, er…punishing her oldest son for his ridiculous, nonsensical beliefs. They also had a second son named Regulus, and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.


The Lupins had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They knew that their son could never bear it if anyone found out about his condition. This eleven-year-old boy was a werewolf, though he wasn't the bad sort of werewolf intent on killing or infecting others; in fact, he locked himself up every month to keep himself away from them, and therefore the wolf side of him attacked himself, leaving his body littered in scars. They shuddered to think what other wizardfolk would say if his secret was exposed. The Lupins knew that if the secret got out, he would have a horrible future in the wizard world, what with all of the prejudices regarding lycanthropes. This was a good reason for moving into the hills, away from others who might find out; they just didn't want to deal with hassle like that.


When Mr. and Mrs. Potter woke on the bright, sunny Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the blue sky outside to suggest that darkness was looming on the horizon of all their lives. Mr. Potter whistled as he picked up his wand from his bathroom sink, and Mrs. Potter flipped a pancake over the stove as she called up to her only son to come downstairs to set the table for breakfast.


Not even the Pettigrew family noticed the crow that flew across the sun.


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