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A/N: Very weird, but still!
Hogwarts
December 27th, 1973.
Violet opened her eyes open wide. She looked to her right and saw nothing but the empty beds of the Hospital Wing, looking to her right she saw her two sisters lying in bed. Lily, on the far left, was talking eagerly to a tall boy with messy black hair and glasses, she didn't recognise the specific boy, but he looked very much like Harold Potter, the boy who were Head Boy in their second year. Dahlia was engaged in a conversation with a brown-haired boy. ProfessorDumbledore was talking with a young woman in the corner of the room but excused himself when he saw that she was awake. As he had explained to Lily and Dahlia several times he explained to Violet how long she had been away and how her family had it. She accepted it much easier that her sisters and Dumbledore called for a third boy. He was tall and black-haired as the boy Lily talked to, but he reminded her more of a Slytherin girl, Cassiopeia Fanny, or maybe more that David Black from Ravenclaw, she was not quite shore. He introduced himself as "Sirius Black, Padfoot at your service." She had to laugh at this. Padfoot, the dog star Sirius and how much he reminded her of an innocent little puppy.
"Are you David Black's son or something?"
"Yup," He sighed. "The proud son of Ravenclaws David Black and Slytherins Cassiopeia." He smiled weakly at her.
"Thought so. You look very much like them."
"Do you know them or something."
"Well, don't exactly KNOW them, but I have seen them around. And can you please tell me about those two boys?" She pointed at the two talking to her sisters. She shouldn't have asked. Now young Sirius Black started on the life store of the two young boys, plus that of his own.