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July 1975

Sirius Black looked at himself in his bedroom mirror. He never liked this room. He never liked this house. Whilst this may be his home, that didn't mean that it contained any happy memories. This house was filled with hatred, evil and abuse, all from the hands of his Mother. Sirius knew not to think about those memories, they only brought up fear and his mother could smell that like a bloodhound.

With a quick glance at his watch, he straightened his dress robes and descended the stairs to the drawing-room. He took a breath, reached for the handle and turned it slowly to reveal his mother fawning over Regulus whilst his father sat in his old leather chair, reading The Daily Profit.

"So handsome" he heard his mother mutter whilst straightening Regulus's robes. She licked her thumb before running it along his eyebrows, causing a small scowl to develop on Regulus' face.

Sirius walked in, attempting to bring as little attention to himself as possible. His mother was in a good mood, it was best to keep her there.

"You're late."

He wasn't, but it wasn't worth the argument.

"Apologies Mother, Kreacher misplaced my robes."

"Excuses, you've made us late for your cousin's engagement party, are you happy?"

In all honesty, Sirius didn't even want to attend the event. Who cared that Narcissa was getting married? Not Sirius, that's for sure.

Walburga strode towards the magnificent fireplace, grabbing an ornate crystal dish containing Floo Powder. Each Member of the proper family grabbed a handful before throwing it into the fire, transporting them to Malfoy Manor.

It never ceased to amaze Sirius just how odd his family was. His father was the head of the Ancient and Most Nobel House of Black with himself being the next heir. They had millions of Gallons sitting in Gringotts, they were a member of the Sacred 28 and they held a fierce reputation within the Wizarding community. They had all of this, and yet they lived in a rundown townhouse which was nothing in comparison to the mansion that he stood in.

Upon arrival, the family of 4 were led into the grand ballroom where they were greeted by the newly engaged couple. The room was decorated in Silver, with many of the guests donned in Black and Green. Waiters roamed the room with flutes of Champagne and Hors d'oeuvre, silently serving the upper class attendees. He looked over at this cousin and saw her greet Mr and Mrs Avery, long-term family friends. Narcissa wore a long Silver dress that matched her neatly styled hair. On her left hand shone a diamond ring, an obvious family heirloom. He hated to admit it, but Narcissa glowed as she stood next to her fiance, Lucius Malfoy.

"Auntie Walburga! Uncle Orion!"

Narcissa hugged her favourite Aunt and Uncle before turning to her cousin.

"I'm happy you came, Sirius." She gave him a small, but sincere, smile, something that he politely returned. He gave Lucius a small nod before walking towards the bar. The couple turned to Regulus where Narcissa gave him a tight hug.

He needed a drink, and he needed it now.

Sirius approached the bar and viewed the variety of bottles of alcohol, many of which were fresh for the occasion. The barman approached him and greeted the young boy.

"One Firewhiskey, please."

The barman gave him a look over before turning away.

"Sorry kid, I don't serve minors."

This man did know what kind of party he was working at, right? Many of the people in this room had committed murder or committed acts that could be concidered worse and his main concern was if he was serving someone underage?

"I'm sure Narcissa will be pleased to hear that her favourite cousin was refused a drink at her engagement party. You do realise who's paying for this, right?"

Sirius hated using his family to get something as trivial as a drink, but alas it worked. Seconds later, a tumbler of Firewhiskey was placed in front of him with a mumbled apology from the barman.

Sirius wandered around the party watching all of its attendance whilst sipping on his drink. Most people seemed to be enjoying themselves, drinking with old friends and discussing the upcoming wedding.

Sirius wandered around before finding himself on a balcony looking over the party. He liked watching everyone, watching meant that he wasn't part of them and he liked being different to these people. He knew what these people were involved in and none of it was good.

Little did Sirius know that he wasn't the only one on the balcony. A girl the same age as him walked up, catching his eye. She was short, but her heels compensated for that. She wore a dark green satin dress and her Hazel eyes were lined by thick makeup. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, bouncing as she walked.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" she said, before taking the drink and taking a sip.

Sirius looked at her arm and saw the black symbol that was scared into her skin.

"Aren't you a little young to be a Death Eater?"

"Touche."

Sirius took his drink from the stranger that stood before him.

"I haven't seen you at these things before, who are you with?" Sirius looked at the girl before him, he'd certainly never seen her before.

"Lucius. I'm a friend of a friend. What about you?"

"Narcissa's my cousin."

"Ahh"

They stood in silence for a moment, watching the party below them. Sirius spotted Regulus with some of his school friends, none of them being good people.

"That means that you're Sirius Black, correct?"

He downed the rest of his drink before turning to the girl before him. "What does it matter to you?"

"I'll take that as a yes then. I heard that you weren't a willing member of your family."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" His temper was flaring, he could tell. Not a good sign.

"Nothing, just that you have a reputation that precedes you." She smiled at him. A Death Eater was smiling at him. He wasn't aware that they could do that.

"And what would that reputation be?"

"Rumour is that you have a particular fondness for mischief."

A smile curled on Sirius's lips. He wondered if his mother knew about his extracurricular activities - she would love to hear about how he and his friends charmed all of the Slytherin beds to hold their sleeping victim's hostage, refusing to let them leave. It took Professor Flitwick a whole day to figure out the counterspell and let's just say that the toilet situation became very interesting as the day progressed.

"I won't lie, I'm half expecting the roof to drop red paint on us all… although I doubt the kind of people here would find it all that amusing."

Sirius looked at the girl who stood before him, she'd obviously heard of him but he had no idea who she was.

"I've never seen you at these events before, and I've certainly never seen you at Hogwarts. Do you go to Beauxbatons?"

She laughed at his question, "You think I'd go to school with a bunch of French girls? What made you think that? The birds that I can summon by singing? And before you ask, I didn't go to Durmstrang either"

"Then where did you go to school?"

"Oh rich boy, not everyone gets to go to school."

Silence blew over them once more. Sirius wondered why this girl that stood before him never went to school. Hogwarts was an amazing place, he'd met the best people in the world there and Dumbledore kept them all safe, especially due to the world being on the brink of war.

Before he could ask her any more questions, a man approached the duo. "Ma'am, your presence has been requested in the drawing-room."

"Thank you Fenson." She turned towards Sirius "It was nice to meet you, Mr Black, try to not get too drunk, this is a formal party after all."

"What's your name?" Sirius shouted as she walked away.

"Jana-Mai"

"What's your last name?"

He didn't get a response. She distended the stairs with the man and exited the ballroom, Fenson following her 2 steps behind.

Sirius looked down at his empty glass and muttered "we're probably related."