I do not own Harry Potter that's J.'s Job.

I know it has been years well, months since my last update but know I have finished yr 11 so I'm free for the holidays. Apologies that last chapter Regulus wouldn't be born so I'm going to be drastic and let you find out what happened for yourself in this next chapter.

"Now a lot happened before she went to Hogwarts, first a great tragedy struck the Black family, I only found out this in our 6th year and by accident. Regulus was killed." Mr. Grazeville waved off the collective gasps he knew what they were thinking, Regulus Black died when he was 18 not before Hogwarts.

"I'll tell you of that day, I suppose it shaped Sirius more but it may help explain."

Bellatrix was reading on the chaise inside her Aunts home, elegantly poised upon the chair beside the window with witches theory of social duties clasped in her elongated fingers. The sun highlighting the golden railings surrounding the front entrance. She heard the soft creek of footsteps along the corridor with the large rustic door clicking gently. She assumed it to be her Uncle or father travelling on business or Sirius running to play with Muggle's. She had grown since the time that the Muggle art book was burnt and the ashes destroyed, however she secretly kept the picture of the Mona Lisa in her pocket book. It filled her with hope, if a feeble Muggle could paint this then she could do anything.

Screeching and burning rubber filled the air and a scream pierced the sunlight afternoon. Bella's neck snapped up, a sudden fear groped her heart, she prayed that the person who let the door click gently was not a person who had to walk. She hastily rose tripping over the layers of her dress; a sudden urge to run shoved her through the door and onto the Muggle Street.

A crumpled metal box was stationed in the middle of the road, with a gentleman towering over a pulp in the middle of the road. Covered in crimson red with deathly squeals a little baby boy pleaded for it to stop. Bella threw herself in to the puddle of blood shoving the gentleman out of the way. The sight she saw, ripped her heart out, her little angel was laid upon his back, blood gushing from his head and chest, with his arms and legs bent at awkward angles. Bella hands smoothed his hair from his eyes whispering small comforts panic rising in the shape of tears. She could hear her family running into the street falling beside her. The Muggle gentleman had disappeared while her uncle signaled for the healers to arrive. Walburga cried and clutched Regulus to her weeping form, while Sirius dropped to his knees and starred at his little brother, praying he was playing a game.

A silence filled the classroom, the students sat shell shocked, Bellatrix was not even 11 her cousin Sirius even younger and they lost the most important people to them.

Mr Grazeville cleared his throat attracting the attention of the students he saw many with tears in students eyes, they were starting to understand where Bellatrix lost her sanity.

"That night passes with tears, he was pronounced dead on arrival, nothing could save him, not even a time turner. Bellatrix felt guilty because she could have seen who was leaving, that guilt never did leave her the picture of the Mona Lisa remained on her person from that time during that day she somehow had gut Regulus's blood on the picture and she couldn't throw the last part of him away. Sirius felt guilty because he knew his brother wanted to be just like him, if he didn't go outside than his brother would be alive. The parents felt guilty because a weak Muggle killed their son, so they hid his birth and death he was too young to be of importance. "

The class started mumbling they would never have imagined that something like that could happen.

The bell chimed and the glass stayed glued to their seats.

"Go, a story as complex as this cannot be told in one hour and where not even at Hogwarts yet."