Barely the age of six, a young girl standing in a painted black dress stood with her great grandfather Pollux Black before a Wizard Funeral.

Light tears ran down the girls cheeks as she watched the woman who was present for the first six years of her new life as Sagitta Azyni Black disappear into the ground.

Walburga Black, died 1985. Four years after the death of He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Still believed to be in cahoots with Death Eaters, a supporter of the Dark Lord, one of many of the hated upon pureblood families.

She held strong in raising Sagitta, teaching her what little knowledge she could give before passing away. The only woman to know of her past life. The only one to have learned of Tammy McMire before Sagitta A. Black.

While the young girl did carry memories of a past life, they were in pieces. She had no clue as to why she contained such memories.

A hand placed itself on her shoulder, looking up, her great-grandfather patted her. He wasn't an extremely affectionate man, and neither did he dote, but he had his moments of comfort, and Sagitta grew to love the older man like a father figure in her life. Too bad it didn't last long.