A/N: I decided to make it a series of stories about the younger days of the Black family. Enjoy!

The Black children, twelve-year-old Bellatrix, eleven-year-old Andromeda, eight-year-old Sirius, six-year-old Regulus, and five-year-old Narcissa, were guided into the sitting room of Walburga and her husband Orion, the parents of Sirius and Regulus.

Walburga, along with her sister, girls' mother, Druella, sat the children down. Andi glanced from her sister Bella to cousin Siri and back again, as if to ask silently, "What's going on?"

"No idea," Bella mouthed back as Cissa tugged on Bella's skirt playfully with a big, play-with-me pout playing on her lips. Her pout became a frown when Bella didn't turn around.

"Now, Cissy, be still," cooed her mother Druella as she picked up the little blonde girl and placed her back on the floor between her cousins Siri and Reggie.

"Children, now is as good a time as ever to teach you of our family tradition," Walburga began. Siri and Andi pointed their fingers down their throats and protruded their tongues from their mouths in disgust. Bella sat eagerly, ready to cling to each and every word. Cissa and Reggie blinked innocently.

"We expect you've noticed the interesting names our family features." Druella stated plainly. "Such names are, for examples, Sirius, Andromeda, Orion, and such." The two whose names were stated glanced at one another.

"This is because our family, as noble and respectable as it is," Walburga explained, "chooses to use names of astronomical features. It is an old tradition tracing far, far back." Cissa sat wide-eyed, as if amazed by the fact that there could be anything farther back than the generation of her parents.

"Precisely," Druella added to her sister's statement. "We expect you children to continue our age-old traditions." Cissa raised her hand. "Yes, Narcissa?"

"Where is Daddy?" she asked simply, her pale blue eyes, much too large for her small pale face, blinking in the innocence and curiosity that she so oozed.

"The men in the Black family," her aunt Walburga explained, "Have been thick-heads and seem not to care about our astronomical traditions. It is therefore critical that we snap Regulus and Sirius from this tradition of stupidity."

Cissa's lips form and O-shape as her sister Bella began to speak. "Well, I for one plan on continuing this tradition." Her own lips curled into a smirk of pure pride. Her hearts truest desire was, at the time, to make her family proud, and, she believed, as the oldest, doing so was her solemn duty.

"Good, Bella," Druella smiled and patted her oldest daughter's head affectionately, then looking at the other children. "If you choose not to use an astronomical name, use a superior name like Regulus, Bellatrix, or Narcissa." The listed children smiled.

"What about Nymphadora?" Andromeda asked innocently. She didn't want to displease her mother, but the name she asked stuck out in her mind.

"That's a beautiful name, Andromeda," her mother replied sweetly. She glanced at her youngest daughter Narcissa, thinking, I wonder what my baby is thinking about naming her children.

I wish we had pudding, Narcissa thought, then giggled to herself. Her giggles stopped as she shifted uncomfortably, noticing her mother's gaze.

"Please, young ones," Walburga said, "Pass it on. Continue our amazing family traditions. Continue our legacies of pureblood and high stature. You five are our family's future."

The mothers glanced around at their children. They didn't know that in a short time, sweet, loyal Bellatrix would be a deranged ex-convict and devoted Death Eater. They had no way to tell that Andromeda would soil the family tree with muggle marriage. It was unpredictable that Sirius chose a life of rebellion or die a wanted man for a crime he did not commit. They did not know that Regulus would try to create his own way as he traveled down a lethal path. The Black family did not know that in the end, in a few short decades, Narcissa would be the devoted mother and wife of a Death Eater she turned out to be. With three dead and one disowned, Narcissa would be the last Black standing, and most definitely, it would not be by choice.