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3 November, 1959

Arcturus Black III paced in Grimmauld's sitting room, an unbecoming habit for the Black patriarch but no one dared point it out to him, except for today. "Father, could you please stop pacing? You'll wear the carpet down; Walburga won't be pleased."

"I don't think she'll mind, she's a bit preoccupied at the moment." Alphard said gently, drinking a bourbon.

"How can you say that? You grew up with Walburga." Cygnus said, looking a tad pale.

Arcturus stopped his pacing and sighed, "Melania never took this long. She popped you and Lucretia out within an hour."

"You know Walburga, she likes to take her time. She's very dramatic." snickered Alphard.

"I doubt she's enjoying this." Orion said seriously.

Arcturus faced his son, "You realize this birth is very important, don't you? Have you thought of what you're going to call him?"

"We're not sure it's a him yet." snarled Cygnus.

Orion smirked; Cygnus had only produced three girls and neither he nor his wife could produce anymore children. The birth was indeed important since the House of Black was in desperate need for an heir. "I feel it. I'm never wrong." Arcturus said, ignoring Cygnus' tone, "It needs to be a boy."

Orion and Walburga had been trying for twelve years to get pregnant. It was embarrassing to say the least especially when his father requested a paternity charm to be performed on Walburga early on in the pregnancy to confirm it was Orion's, which it was. He was snapped out of his thoughts when his wife's shrieking ended and another began, a wail of a baby. His heart swelled and the entire room froze, no one moved. They heard the thundering of footsteps descend down Grimmauld's stairs and watched as a plump nurse came in, panting, "It's a boy. An incredibly healthy baby boy, he's very handsome. The handsomest babe I've ever seen."

Despite his old age, Arcturus sprinted up the stairs which was very unbecoming especially for the patriarch and grandfather of the new heir. Orion knew he shouldn't have done it, but he too sprinted to see his wife and child. Arcturus stopped before the door and composed himself, gently knocked and waltzed in once he was allowed, with Orion walking behind him. Walburga held the little bundle in her arms, gleaming with pride that she produced the long awaited heir. The nurse was right, the baby was quite handsome, beautiful even.

Parents' are supposed to say that but it was true, the baby looked like a Black with the aristocratic beauty but he had an air of casual elegance. He had striking grey eyes and Orion could assume that the baby would have black hair by the little wisps on his head. Before he had the chance to extend his arms, his father was already cradling the baby. The baby's eyes were widely looking at his grandfather whose waxy stoic face moved to a gentler one, "Hello my grandson, hello my heir."

The baby blinked at him and yawned, "Are you all tuckered out?" he cooed, which was out of character for Arcturus, "You need to meet your father first then you can sleep."

Arcturus cradled his grandson for a few more moments and he swore he could see the baby smile as it blinked its eyes into sleep. He handed Orion his son who held him gently, the baby's eyes opened again to see who was holding him but soon fluttered closed out of exhaustion. "Hello son." Orion said with pride, a slight smile creeping across his face, "You're my son and the heir to the most noble wizarding house in Europe, the brightest shining star in the room, in the world."

"Sirius then." Arcturus said calmly.

Orion looked at his father, "Yes I'm serious. He's very important, he outshines everyone here."

"No son, not serious, Sirius. His name is Sirius, the dog star, the brightest star in the world. Sirius Black."

"What a fitting name." said Walburga calmly, "It's a good one. Don't you think dear?"

Orion nodded and returned his gaze to his son, Sirius, "Do you like your name Sirius?"

Sirius didn't answer, of course he was just born. The baby boy had already fallen fast asleep in his father's arms. Orion was told never to show emotion, to never be emotional or affectionate in public but he couldn't help it. His eyes were misty and he was grinning like a fool, he supposed this was a day to act as if he wasn't an aristocrat, the 3 November, 1959 was the day he could break the rules and show emotion. "Good job wife." Orion handed Sirius back to Walburga who took him gently, holding him with poise. Walburga seemed to be the only one following the rules despite her having a ten hour long labor. The birth announcements were sent out by owl the next day that announced the birth of the heir: Sirius Black.