004 / MC's first Magical Riot.

It was after my first birthday and into the beginning of 1847, which was celebrated with festive joy in the Black household when I started speaking in legible sentences. I finally got enough control over my tongue to produce the sounds. My family was happy with my progress, I was a fast-developing baby according to Ancient Madam Polly, ( I finally got to know that she was over 100 years old and oldest in our household and thus commanded respect from even my grandfather who was raised in her arms when she was young), she liked boasting about me during the meals, which everyone indulged with smiles. I got to know about this when I was allowed to partake with family in a few meals.

My father and mother were always proud of my progress, and they even started getting more involved in my upbringing.

It was a sunny day week in march, and my emotions were all over the place. I was feeling cooped up in this room, which was not small by any means, but it was still 4 walls that made me angry for some reason right now. I wanted to feel free, I wanted to breathe in the fresh air.

My teeth were growing all the time for the last few months, and they hurt a lot. My nanny gave me something to soothe them, but I was still irritated.

One day I got so frustrated that a dam burst within me and everything in my nursery started shaking.

The elves had a hard time controlling a chandelier from falling over me and only quick thinking of the nanny, who scooped me up at the end moment saved me from becoming a pancake.

Such close brush to death or severe harm hadn't happened to me ever. Even in my last life, I was a fairly sheltered child who didn't get into fights. Even my death was peaceful. This was something that had never happened. I had never felt such anger, moreover on such a small matter like not being able to go out.

While I was panicking and bawling uncontrollably, my nanny tried her best to soothe me.

"Shh young master, everything would be alright." Madam Polly said rubbing my back.

I was still crying, when I screamed, "Go out. Go out. Out."

I needed fresh air desperately.

I murmured these words while big fat tears were flowing in my eyes and my nose was full of snot. I could hear elves faintly trying to repair my nursery.

"Shh, we would go out Sirius, we don't have to stay here…." Madam Polly uttered reassuringly. She said a few more things while walking outside still holding me.

We met my mother on the way out and as she saw my tear-streaked face, she took me from my nanny.

"What happened Madam Hector? Is Sirius alright?" She asked in a concerned voice while patting my back comforting manner.

"Oh, don't worry Lady Black, the little tyke just wanted fresh air and his magic helped him in causing havoc in his nursery. I was just taking him out in the garden." She replied quite happily.

"Did you say his magic? Are you saying that my son just had his first magic riot Madam?" My mother asked with disbelief in her voice.

My mother's scent was soothing so I started feeling calm in her arms, I quieted down with difficulty just in time to follow their conversation.

"Indeed! And what a strong riot it was. He almost destroyed his room today. Looks like Little Lord Black outgrew his nursery quite earlier than his father, aunts, and grandfather." Madam Polly said happily, and my mother hugged me tightly after listening to that.

I contently breathed in her sweet scent.

"Oh, my son, such strong magic you have. Mother is so proud of you. I can't wait to tell your father about this." She cooed at me and seeing her smile loosened something in my tightly wound heart.

I babbled finally happy, realizing what happened, "mum, mum, I magic."

She looked at me proudly while founding my reaction adorable and took me outside on her own, while Madam Polly left to probably salvage what was left of the nursery.

I finally felt calm in the fresh air and when my mother took me in the air over the forest near our home on a flying carpet, I felt like I was in heaven.

That night after dinner Grandfather, Father, and mother watched Madam Polly's memory of my first magical riot and came out of the pensive with proud faces.

I listened to everything about the incident when Madam Polly told me the next day still smiling proudly.

Letters were sent to my uncles and aunts bearing good news that the black family heir was certainly magical. There was no fear of me being a squib in their eyes now.

I felt this kind of conditional love was toxic but was bound with circumstances for now.

Almost a week later, I was taken to an intimate family celebration, where Madam Polly made me sit in a highchair adjacent to my similarly-aged cousin, who was probably a few months older than me but not as disciplined. which didn't allow me to move and gave me a bowl of mushy flavorless food. I ate it resigned while keeping my ears trained towards the conversation happening during the meal.

It was a joyous day in the Black family household, both my mother and aunt Lady Laila Abbot had news to share with family. I peeked a glance at my father and saw him looking extra proud for some reason while he was talking with my uncle Lord Matthew Abbot in hushed tones. My aunt Ailya looked a bit stoic for some reason, which I observed only because she loved me a lot and didn't hide her emotions from me in private when she babysat me.

My cousin Stephen, the second son of my aunt Laila was throwing mashed potatoes at me when Madam Polly finally had enough of his disobedience and sent a spell at him, which made him calm instantly.

Everyone including me was busy listening to my father and Uncle Matthew announcing that they were to become Fathers once more that year and increase the family.

After the happy news, while everyone was celebrating except Cousin Lawrence, first son of Aunt Laila, who had recently turned 6 and was sulking for some reason or other from the beginning of the meal, I peeked a glance at my sweet aunt Ailya, she looked happy on outside congratulating and teasing her sister and sister-in-law while hiding her pain behind a mask.

I couldn't see her sad, so I cried and reached out for her, pretending to sob for my auntie Ally, she happily took me in her arms, but my crying made my cousin Stephen cry as well and most adults of the family dispersed leaving crying babies to the sitting room for after-meal tea for that.

Auntie Ally as I called her was the sweetest woman I knew, even more, caring than my mother and Nanny., I vowed to make her happy in the future and fulfill her wish of having a child of her own.

We were taken to a playroom near the dining chamber after that, where Madam Polly minded us, while auntie ally left to join the adults.