Summary: Boys are evil and Sirius Black with maintain this thought until the day he dies.
"The scars you can't see are the hardest to heal."
12 Grimmauld Place, Islington, London, England, July 31st 1991
Grimmauld Place had ruined his childhood with its vicious curses hidden in the depths of the house to the selfsame people who occupied the place within. Even now, after Petunia had taken a hold of redecorating the place to secure it as their home, he would sometimes stop in a certain place and get lost in recollections he had long thought he had gotten over. Sirius marveled at the way his wife, who was even more beautiful after the birth of their children, seemed to breathe life in this place that was dead and rotten in ways he was glad his wife would remain ignorant too. "My favorite flowers and stars!" Sirius cooed happily as he literally skipped into the kitchen to greet his family for breakfast.
"Papa!" three voices greeted in various tones of glee as eyes shined with adoration and love for the handsome wizard who took a seat at the round table.
"Honey," Petunia greets with a kiss to his stubble cheek along with a contented hum. "Pancakes for breakfast."
"Oh, what's the occasion to eat pancakes, I wonder?" Sirius teases towards his eldest child who happened to have her mouth full of pancakes much like a squirrel with their nuts.
"Papa!" Nova's scandalized tone spoke as she dropped her fork. "Papa, no!"
"Papa, indeed!" He barked as he tugged the envelope out of his hidden shirt pocket. "Look at what a certain bird dropped off early this morning. I wonder what this could perchance be? A love letter for your mother?" Petunia rose an eyebrow but otherwise allowed her husband to have his dramatic antics.
"Papa, please! " Nova whined as she leaned over the table and tried desperately to grab the envelope from her father's teasing hands.
Leo and Lyra steadily ate their pancakes with hush whispers underneath their breaths. "Dorian bet four gallons-"
"You've teased her enough, Sirius." Petunia spoke as she sent a stern glance to her youngest. "You're mumbling over there better, not steer into any type of mischief right now. Cassiopeia Black still hasn't been able to remove your tar paint off her dining hall's ceiling."
"I suppose," Sirius heaved a dramatic sigh before handing over the envelope to the preteen who was eyeing it hungrily. "Congrats, princess." he whispered warmly.
Sirius watches the former seedling turned blooming flower before him, and in a brief moment of selfish sadness, he is grateful. Lily Evans gave the world a wonderful treasure and while he has an unbearable sorrow for his sweet friend's death, he knows Nova will shine just like the star she was named after. Rose colored hair that stood against the greenish gloom of Earth tumbled down his daughter's back in a waterfall of delicate and often at times windswept curls.
Nova's peached and'creme skin was still a tad sunburned from their family holiday in France. Though inwardly Sirius enjoys seeing his daughter's cheeks flush, crimson with laughter, life, love, and if in brief embarrassment, well that was his job as a father. Sirius Black's favorite thing about his daughter, though, is her eyes with a molten ring of mercury blended with jade, and he becomes breathless because he sees Lily and a future of so many possibilities he clings with hope he'll be there to witness them come true.
"Papa, I got in!" Nova eyes are bright with relief as excited tears pool forward.
"Of course you would get in, Nova." Sirius gives his daughter an amused glance. "Did you think you were a turnip or something?" He dryly ends as he takes a sip of his pumpkin juice.
"We heard Nova panicking all week-long about not getting her letter." Lyra ratted out her elder sister without batting an eyelid.
"Poor Artemis had been flying double time to those ginger-headed cretins." Leo scoffed out as he shook his head in mock sadness.
"Don't call my friends, cretins!" Nova gave a frown to her younger siblings as she defended the admittedly rambunctious twins.
"Why are you writing to boys?! The only boy you should be writing too is Draco!" Sirius protested as he realized he might actually have to hex boys away from his eldest. "Draco has been lacking in his duty." Sirius grumbled underneath his breath, already calculating how to remiss his distant cousin's waywardness in letting boys come into contact with his heiress.
"Whatever you are thinking about Sirius Black, erase it from your mind this instant." Petunia spoke sternly already used to the manic sheen her husband eyes would show when he was about to do something relatively stupid. Or well, something stupider than his usual antics that often left her to calmly clean up the mess and it did not help he would drag one if not all her children to help him in the process. "You'll sleep in the attic." she threatened to her protesting husband.
"Flower the boys," Sirius whined like the dog animagus he was. "Boys." He stressed out with a pointed glance at his beautiful flower who now shared a look of confusion with her siblings, including said brother who was male.
"The attic, Sirius." Petunia stressed with a calm expression as she refilled his cup of pumpkin juice. "Also, Lyra and Leo, it is impolite and rude to name, call your sister's friends."
"You always said you shouldn't lie either." Lyra slyly spoke eyes glittering with laughter at the loophole she thought she found.
"I said you shouldn't lie unless within reason." Petunia stern manner caused Lyra to duck her head as her twin silently laughed at her plight. "Do I need to send you to your room, young lady?"
"No!" Lyra protested with wide eyes as she quickly picked up her fork and proceeded to stuff her mouth full of pancakes with the logic if her mouth was full of food then she wouldn't stick her foot there instead.
"I don't understand what the problem is with the Weasley-Prewett twins and their gender. Also, why should I only write to Draco? I love my cousin, but he can be a bit of a droll peacock." Nova questioned in confusion to her dad, who was inwardly panicking at the innocence that shined in his daughter's eyes. 'Because boys are monsters who like to pick flowers and you happen to be one of the prettiest in the bouquet!' He hysterically yells inside his mine as he throws a glance to his wife to fix this situation.
"Nova finish your pancakes so we may leave." Petunia softly spoke as she gazed down fondly at her niece. "Wafsi would not be pleased if we're late to our meeting." She completely ignored the betrayed face her husband shot her for not explaining the dangers of boys and why Nova should avoid them.
Nova gave a shudder as she remembered the fierce half-goblin who terrified her and yet managed to give her soothing comfort as well. Wafsi would deny it to her honorable dying breath, but she had doted upon Nova when Petunia visited over the years to inquire after Nova's steadily growing wealth. Nova still had the small goblin trinkets laid about with care on a shelf just above her desk table. "I'm going to need to properly dress this time." Nova bounced in her seat with excitement and nervousness. "Kreacher!"
A loud pop and the elf that Sirius hated with all his being stood before him, "Young Mistress called for Kreacher? How may Kreacher be of assistance?" the old elf croaked as he and Sirius shared glances of utter loathing.
Nova beamed happily towards the decrepit house elf as she cupped his tiny hands in hers. "Kreacher can you lay my best outfit on the bed for me? Today's the day I become a proper witch and heiress!"
Kreacher's face softened as he pulled away and gave the younger witch a deep bow, "Kreacher lives to serve the Noble House of Black." He gave one final glare to Sirius before popping away to heed his young mistress (who often reminded him of a young Regulus Black) order.
Gringotts, July 31st, 1991
Wafsi tapped her talons against her wooden desk in a mindless rhythmic tune as she finished the final pile of paperwork from yesterday, and she was not too eager to start the new stockpile given to her for today. "Wafsi!" a cheerful tune shattered the weary half-goblin from her musing as her client (one of her favorites, though she'll deny it) Nova Black strolled in with a skip to her step. "Wafsi! Wafsi! Wafsi guess what!" Nova energetically bounced around the office.
"Nova, sit down and behave accordingly!" Petunia snapped with a stressful expression to her otherwise haggard appearance, as she knew today, Nova would be given the last words of her late mother.
"Sorry, Auntie." Nova ducked her head with a slight semblance of shame spreading across her cheeks.
"Wafsi." Petunia greeted with a respectful nod as she took the other seat and primly crossed her legs as if she was born to naturally sit on a throne.
"Lady Black, Young Heiress Black." Wafsi greeted calmly as she allowed her hand to fall away from her stamp seal.
"I told you to just call me Nova!" The jade eyed witch-in-training pouted as she swung her legs wildly and if her etiquette teacher Mrs. Whittle beheld her now she would faint from the shock. "Heiress Black is such a stuffy title."
Wafsi sensed her lips quirk up in amusement and fondness as her mother had once said similar words several years beforehand, only the name difference had been Potter instead of Black. "Nova, then." she agreed curtly as she pulled open her filing cabinet. "What was it you wanted to inform me of, Nova Black?"
"I got my letter!" Nova proudly stated as she proceeded to pull the now crinkled parchment from her pocket. "See!" she waved it wildly around with excitement and wonder that inwardly Wafsi did not want to dampen the child's spirit.
"I see." She paused in her movements to send the jade eyed girl a dry gaze. "Did you think you were a goblin?"
Nova huffed as she stuffed her letter back into her pocket. "Why are you and my father alike with your dry humor." she grumbled underneath her breath.
Wafsi and Petunia glanced at each other and gave an identical eye roll. "Heiress Black, Happy Eleventh Birthday. I wish your enemies an agonizing death and your coffers to never dry." Wafsi greeted her face falling into a professional one as she brought out a relatively hefty folder which was followed by a slim opal bowl. "Today we will go over your bank statements, what properties you have ownership of, alliances new and old alike, and finally the last wishes of your late mother, Lily Potter."
Nova's eyes went wide with unbearable sadness mixed with curiosity, "What do you mean by that, Wafsi?"
Wafsi never felt so frayed until now.