1st year

This is me Regulus Artulus Black, I was born in 1961 to Walburga and Orion black and I was born into one of the noblest households you could imagine.

I was raised by my house elves, we had three which served us Kreature, Volture and their mother Slinky who was named for her exceptionally small height, even for a house elf.

Those days were fun, each day we were given four hours instruction time from Slinky, and then I was allowed to play with Sirius as long as we did not disturb our parents. We would eat all our meals in the play room one floor down from mine and Sirius's bedroom. In the evenings if our parents asked for us we would put on our best robes and sit in the Parlour, that room with the family tree. Sometimes our father would sit us on our lap and tell us of his days at Hogwarts, or his day at work, he owned a small bookshop in Knockturn Alley. In my childhood I got incredibly close to Sirius, he was the only one in the family I really spent any time with. And then his letter arrived, I can admit it now I was selfish.

"Don't go" I begged him.

"Aren't you happy for me?" he asked with yearning in his voice. I understood, but I didn't want to, it was his time to leave, this was his adventure.

"You better send me a toilet seat, I need something to give Slinky for a Christmas present." he laughed.

Looking back I now see it was our closeness which encouraged Sirius to be so carefree and full of Mischief.

I went with Volture to say goodbye to my brother on September the first. Farther was working and mother was entertaining her sisters.

"See ya Sirius," I said in a small voice as Sirius steeped onto the train. "Tell me what it's like, everything you get up to". And Sirius climbed aboard the Hogwarts express and looked out the window.

"I'll take lots of photos and send them back" Sirius joked. "I'll take photos of everything, the common room, the classrooms, if you're lucky I might even take one of the toilet seat." Reggie laughed but the train began to move.

"Bye" waved Sirius, and me at the same time, I walked up as the train moved waving in till it reached the bend, out of sight.

Volture put a hand on my shoulder and we landed back in the entrance hall.

*****

Not many people know it was actually me who started came up with the Sirius joke; I was sitting in the living room reading the evening prophet when Sirius owl entered.

Father read it aloud.

For the attention of Mother Father and Regulus.

I post good tidings, my train ride up here was pleasant and joy full, but you did not give me enough gold, apparently 10 galleons is not enough money to buy the whole of the lunch trolley. I have already made a best friend, you would be proud of me both his parents are wizards; you might know him James Potter? Anyway I am ramberling I suppose you want to know how the sorting went? Good news I was sorted into Gryffindor, you better be proud of me, I guess this those prove I am useful- I am brave.

In conclusion, I hope you are well, send my love to Regulus

Yours Sirius

The reaction from mother was detrimental, mother blew up.

"GRYFFINDORRRR? GRIFFINDOR? THE SHAME OF THE FAMILY."

Father stood up quickly "I'm sure he is just joking darling."

"Nah" I replied hardly believing my daring, "he is serious black that one."

"Get to your room, this is a serious matter, you should not joke," my mother shouted at me.

"Serious matter about Sirius," I laughed as I fled to the safety of my room.

I could hear Mother and Father shouting well into the early hours of the morning.

After that day my parents had a much more important part in my upbringing, each day I would be reminded from my parents to keep the family tradition, I was constantly reminded that pure bloods were good. Sirius and I were forbidden to send owls to each other. At the end of the two years I actually began to believe what I was being told. But then I got my letter from Hogwarts.