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Sirius Black I

(born to Cygnus Black I & Ella Max, 1845)


I was another child of the Black family who never got to live long enough to enjoy my life.

Sleeping soundly in my bed. Just eight years old. Mother has recently blown out the candles in my bedroom; had closed the storybook she had previously been reading to me.

I'm happy; a smiling child. I have a good life with Mother and Father and my brother and sisters.

So why would anyone want to do what they did to me?

I don't know what happened. All I know is that I opened my eyes and looked over at the door, and saw a pair of bright, cerulean blue eyes.

There were sparks, green smoke, and then I was dead.

But who would murder an innocent little boy?