Author's Note: I know I haven't added to this in a while, but I am beginning chapter two, which is a start. This is about Licorus Black, the abandoner. Hence, the chapter title, The Abandoner's Legacy.

Disclaimer: Not J. K. Rowling, and I'm not making anything this way. I just like writing, and I kind of hope one day one of my stories will get a couple reviews or something, but who knows? (Shrugs)

Licorus Black denied any association to his sisters on his first day of Hogwarts. Of course, Alexia was deeply offended, but she never told their parents about it. And neither did anyone else.

They were too terrified of his hexes and curses, you see.

And of course he mourned when his family was dead. He only had to be reminded a dozen or so times, you see.

Licorus Eridanus Black lived a privileged life. He was at the top end of the social ladder, right next to the Malfoys. Of course, it was rather annoying when Septimus Malfoy II would ask him how he was doing. He hated the thought of his sisters - they were all women - uncivilized, petty women. At least, that was his opinion.

So Licorus tried to take the unwanted comfort with a grain of salt. It was around this time, that he met Magenta Tripe. Now, the pureblood House of Tripe was from America, but Magenta had moved from New York City to England recently. Licorus found himself infatuated with her; She was poised, elegant - everything his sisters were not.

It was his to his utmost pleasure when Magenta accepted his offer of a courting.

Within a few months, Magenta and he were engaged. They had planned a wonderful wedding, and Licorus invited all the wizards from the top of the social ladder: the Lestranges, the Malfoys, the Notts, the Yaxleys, the Averys - he even extended the invitation to the Rosiers, Ollivanders, Rowles, and the Parkinsons. The wedding was all the Daily Prophet talked about, almost.

To his annoyance, they still talked about the House of Black Tragedy. There were articles wondering how Licorus was dealing with the death of every family member save for his sister Phoebe, who was a crazy hermit. When Phoebe would venture out, she'd mumble about "find them," and "how could he." Licorus had decided rather early on he'd ignore her if he ever was nearby.

The wedding went spectacularly, until Phoebe crashed it. She ran into the reception hall waving a book around, laughing crazily. Licorus yelled at her, and the Daily Prophet reporters used their quick quotes quills. Eventually, Elfrida Malfoy nee Cragg and Alexandra Ollivander nee Malfoy were able to calm her down, and they left to take her back to her house. Licorus looked on in disgust.

The wedding crash was bad publicity for Licorus, but he found he didn't care. Magenta seemed to feel the same way, that it was rather embarrassing for someone's crazy sister to crash the wedding of the decade.

Licorus soon found out that Magenta was pregnant. He hoped for a little boy, to be the heir of the House of Black, but the baby turned out to be a girl. He lost interest in the baby, and Magenta named her Misapinoa.

Licorus ignored Misapinoa at the best of times, and was a bully to her at the worst. He detested girls, except Magenta.

It was to Licorus' happiness when Magenta gave him two sons: Cygnus and Arcturus.

And it was to his utmost pleasure some twenty years later when Cygnuss married Ella Max. The House of Max was a House from Canada, and Ella had been visiting to go shopping for her sister's new baby. Cygnus had run into Ella, and they hit it off well.

Soon, Cygnus told Licorus that Ella was pregnant. Cygnus was beyond happy. "I'll soon have an heir!" he would shout.

Ella had a son: Sirius, another son: Phineas Nigellus, and a daughter: Elladora. Sirius died of dragon pox at the age of eight. Ella was extremely depressed. She became pregnant again, and died in childbirth. The baby: Isla Ella Black, survived.

Meanwhile, Arcturus was playing the financial field. He had several businesses up and running: his first idea was of a business he called a "literary-leasing company."

The general idea was that he would buy rare books that only had a few copies in print (many came from the House of Black library), and place extensive charms over them until they were unable to be damaged or stolen. The customer would rent the book for a certain amount of time, and when their time was up, they'd have returned the book themselves, or Arcturus would call the book back (summoning cost a charge of four sickles). If someone had a charge of over three galleons, they couldn't lease a book.

Arcturus' business was going brilliantly, Cygnus and Licorus looking on with envy. Arcturus married a muggleborn named Onesima Williamson, but she was found dead in a side street of Diagon Alley six weeks later. Onesima was pregnant. Arcturus noticed that Licorus seemed to be smirking over at Cygnus during the funeral.

But Arcturus got his revenge. He saved the baby with a stasis charm, and the baby was transported to St. Mungos, where it lived in a magically created "womb" for the rest of the pregnancy. Vulpecula Onesima Black was born. She was homeschooled until Licorus' death in 1872, and she began at Hogwarts.

She was deeply sorrowful when Arcturus died, but became closer with her aunt and uncle: Misapinoa and Jimbo. She made a name for herself by continuing Arcturus' business, and when Jimbo and Misapinoa became too old to live by themselves, she invited them to live in her home.

Author's Note: Whew! That took a while! Hope you like it. I like all of my chapters to be at least 1k in word count, but I was hoping this one would be longer, since it covered so much. But scroll down to see a little bonus: a review by my little sister, who is no longer eight years old, she is now 10.

- Luna's Horcrux

And now: some writing from my little sister: HPIsATaco11 on what she thinks of my story.

When I read this story, I admired it so much, I wish it will be professionally published so I can buy the book, and read it every night. It also had very good detail. I hope you have an exceptional

writing career.

~ HPIsATaco11 (The very helpful younger sister. You might recognize me from MEYOSCS, the amazing story that I came up with. After a very long period of time, instead of me being eight years old, I am now 10.

Thank you.

Yeah, nice brown-nosing, Taco11. But seriously, thanks, I guess. Anyway, bye guys, have fun reading this story!