My Time

Trigger warning – mentions of miscarriage (Cedrella and Hayden conversation) I've been trying to make sure that I get all triggers right xx

Chapter 56

Hayden had well and truly underestimated just how busy it would be on the day of the Bonding. His only experience had been Bill and Fleur's Bonding. Considering how busy and big the Weasley family actually is…was…will be? it surely spoke of just how massive the Black family was in comparison. At the break of dawn people began to descend on the property in droves. Most of them women and children actually, Hayden noticed.

"Hayden!" came the squeal of delight from one Cygnus Black, like he hadn't seen him in years, when it truly wasn't that long ago. As Hayden made his way downstairs to the commotion happening. Watching everything in rapid fascination. Hayden's entire face lit up when he noticed the young Black, guided by hearing his name called so eagerly.

"Oh, my, don't you look handsome in your little suit!" Hayden said, scooping the boy up delighting in seeing him again. Absently rubbing his back as he looked around, wondering where Arcturus was.

Cygnus beamed in delight at the compliment, smiling shyly, hiding his face in Hayden's neck. He adored Hayden, and loved getting to see him and spend time with him. Hayden listened to him. Even believed him despite there not being any proof, like the tutor who hurt his brother. It hadn't gone beyond his notice that he wasn't there anymore. That a new tutor had been brought in, Hayden kept his promises.

"Where's your sister?" not noticing Walburga anywhere, and she was recognizable. She was as attractive as the rest of the family clinically speaking. She'd be more so if she actually smiled, but most of the time she looked as if something smelly was stuck under her nose. She honestly didn't look remotely happy, he wondered what Pollux had done to her to make her so miserable and unable to be happy. Or if it was just the fact she'd been so put down as a child she didn't know how to happy.

Cygnus giggled, clasping his hand over his mouth, "She didn't want to come and threw a fit. She said lots of naughty words and has now been grounded." He whispered dramatically, theatrically widening his eyes. "Aunt Dorea said I'm not allowed to repeat them or I'd be grounded too and not allowed chocolate."

"Ah, well, yes, perhaps that's for the best," Hayden nodded solemnly, before smiling. "Don't you even think about it Alphard." He warned the pre-teen who was just teaching for a miniature bottle of firewhisky.

"Oh, come on! Everyone else is drinking." Alphard complained, rather vexed, he was nearly an adult now. Complaining as Hayden approached, but making sure not to be heard by anyone else that was around.

"Doesn't mean you should," Hayden replied moving closer, "But if you behave, I'll give you a shot of firewhisky in a goblet of butterbeer if you adhere yourself to the proper conduct until nearly the end of the reception. Deal?" he could get Charlus to take the Alphard home without too much embarrassment the pre-teen was desperate to grow up and it was a shame. He'd tell him to slow down if it would have any affect.

"Two goblets," Alphard glanced upwardly at Hayden.

Hayden huffled a little amused, "Fine, but if you get caught, you're on your own." He'd forgotten he was dealing with a Slytherin for a moment. Fortunately for all concerned, he was just as Slytherin as the rest of the family. Although, Alphard hadn't been sorted yet, he would be when he started Hogwarts in September no doubt about it.

"Deal," Alphard eagerly agreed, as Melania moved towards the drink cart, and Alphard picked up a goblet of butterbeer. His face smoothing out into one of slight tiredness and boredom.

"You look handsome, anyone in particular you're making an effort for?" Melania asked Alphard, smoothing down his lapel, he'd put on a little too much aftershave, it was a good job it was already a subtle blend. A favourite of Charlus if she remembered, he didn't wear it often except on special occasions. "I do hope you asked Charlus to use some of his aftershave?" flicking her hand – Wandlessly – erasing some of the aftershave he'd put on, hopefully that will be better. It was too much for any single person to wear.

Alphard glanced away, "Yes," lying through his teeth, but he was smart enough to take advantage while he still could. What could he say he was a Black, and it was nice though, the attention. His father hadn't really cared, all his attention had been on Walburga and his plans. Charlus asked him how he was, what he wanted to do. He didn't single him out, no Cygnus and Walburga (even if she was moody and didn't answer) got asked the same questions. He was going to enjoy being Alphard Black-Potter he must admit. He wondered at everyone's reaction when he begun at Hogwarts.

Melania chuckled, not buying it for a second, hearing her daughter calling out, she plucked a tray of champagne from the table. "Excuse me," with that Melania left. Quickly moving towards her daughter, it was time for Lucretia's dress to be put on and she wasn't missing it. Her only daughter was about to be married; it was a very emotional time for them.

Hayden wondered if she was deliberately ignoring him or if he was reading too much into it. He shook it off, they had no reason to be ignoring him, honestly not everything was about him. Her daughter was about to be married; they were bound to be out of sorts.

"Are you going dressed like that?" Alphard asked, his tone dubious, staring at Hayden's nightwear imagining the looks on his families face if he did appear like that.

Hayden blinked, suitably distracted, glancing down at his nightwear, "No," he informed the teenager, "I was just looking for Arcturus…I don't have the dress robes…" they were sent here along with the rest of the family's formal wear. Feeling very self-conscious now, especially since everyone was impeccably dressed. He could feel the eyes of everyone on him. self-conscious yes, but not embarrassed, it would take a lot more to make Harry feel humiliated.

"Why did you not enquire with the House-elves?" Alphard arched a brow, finding Hayden rather an odd creature. "Instead of wandering about in your nightwear in front of everyone?" he wasn't being rude, far from it, but Hayden was different to all he knew and Alphard sort of liked that. He was so powerful, so awesome that Alphard wanted to imitate him, but he dared not.

Hayden gave him a deadpanned stare, "Like you've never done it before?"

Alphard gasped, aghast, "Of course not!" staring utterly affronted by Hayden's audacity.

Hayden smothered out his amusement, green eyes gleaming delightedly. Honestly, the teen looked as if he'd just been accused of running starkers across the town. Cygnus wasn't quite able to keep silent. As sniggers of delight bellowed out of the young boy, and not even the brother seemed to mind much. If anything, Alphard looked wistful, surprised and happy, and Hayden wondered what it was all about. Was it truly that rare for Cygnus to laugh? "Alright, my little swan, time for me to get dressed, I'll see you later." Kissing him on the forehead, missing the look of awe on Cygnus' face as he set him on his feet. He likely shouldn't be picking Cygnus up, he wasn't a baby, he was a few years from ending up at Hogwarts. Yet Hayden couldn't help but do so. The eight year old had yet to stop him anyway.

Hayden made his way through the crowd of people, cursing himself for not thinking to ask the House-elves. Honestly, it wouldn't have been his first or tenth thought. He did not feel the need to use the House-elves to do things he could do himself.

Hayden's shoulders began to relax as he begun to put some distance between the family. They'd only seen him a few times, and both times…were fraught with tension he'd say. Not a good example to set, but he hoped they'd indulge a do-over. He didn't want them to be afraid of him. although, if a Black was afraid, it also meant they had a healthy respect for you from what he'd gathered.

Hayden was just a couple doors down from Orion when he heard a small voice.

"Mumma! Don't be sad,"

Hayden froze, the child sounded rather young, he wondered if everything was alright. He shook his head, and begun moving again, he didn't get far before he saw for himself who it was. The young child had left the bathroom door open.

"I'll get daddy! He'll make everything better!" the young boy determined, his absolute faith in his parents beautiful to observe. Red hair, grey eyes, they were Cedrella Weasley's children. He struggled to remember their name; he could have sworn one of them had sparked recognition in him at that.

"No, little one, I'm fine," Cedrella struggled up and smiled at her son, "A hug from you is all I need." Who bound over to her, hugging her legs and she held onto the sink, looking far paler than she had been a minute before.

Hayden frowned, noticing the blood in the toilet, glancing at her cautiously. "Do you need a healer?"

"No," Cedrella shook his head vehemently, before her voice softened, "Go find your brother, I'll be down in a few seconds." She urged her son, the toilet was flushed, as she moved to the sink, peering at the mirror, grimacing a little at her appearance. It was little wonder that her son was so concerned.

Hayden stepped aside, smiling widely, the young boy reminded him of the family he'd left behind. The Weasley family, well, except Ginny, but he couldn't judge them all on her. It made him miss them even more. A shiver of complete incredulity filled him, Arthur would be born in a few years for Merlin's sake.

Her paleness, her mood, the blood…especially the amount. "You miscarried," he said, heart aching for her. Gently taking her hands in his, "I am so sorry." He murmured.

Cedrella sobbed, the words making the reality all the worse. Despite it being – likely – highly improper, he brought her into a hug rubbing her back. "I am sorry for your suffering, are you hurt? Do you need something?" he had no clue what needed to be done if someone had a miscarriage. "Your husband?"

"No, Merlin, no," Cedrella said, struggling to maintain her composure. "He doesn't know, I don't want him to know."

"Why is that? Does he get angry at you? Physically violent, magically violent?" Hayden asked, feeling awful for asking, but feeling the need to do so regardless. He knew the face they have in public differed from when they were in private. He had known that since he was a very young boy. Vernon was a prime example of that, you'd honestly never think him violent if you saw him out and about. Loud, very, Petunia too if you wanted to add her, both of them bragged, adored their son, yes, they didn't exude violence at all.

"Oh, you're sweet, but no," Cedrella shook her head, giving him a squeeze, before stepping back. Patting her cheeks dry, of the remaining tears "Eridanus?"

Hayden choked back the incredulous laugh he wanted to slip out. Of course, they'd have a House-elf, he wondered what happened to it. It was like Lucretia would be getting one too, right? If Cedrella had one. He had no clue how long they lived though, so there was that. It's a shame the families had been so badly off having been cut off the Blacks due to Walburga. He prayed they'd known it was her and not Orion. It wasn't fair, he hadn't had any choice.

Cedrella smiled just a little at him, imagining her own children doing this when they were a little older. Her hand falling away to her stomach, sadness suffusing her. Once the house-elf appeared, "Get me the Proluo potion and a pain relief draught, immediately."

The House-elf popped away immediately; all the House-elves were so vastly different from Dobby. It truly was startling, no gushing upon greeting and a some more before he left. Don't get him wrong, he adored Dobby to bits, Kreacher had grew on him too, but he was a bit of a daft House-elf.

"I had hoped for a little girl," Cedrella murmured wistfully, a deep pain in her heart.

"But you know you wouldn't have one," Hayden pointed out entirely befuddled, "The magic is punishing the Weasley name for breaking the contract with the Malfoy family. Hecate herself allowed the punishment when the Malfoy's pleaded with the goddess for retribution. It's going to be still in effect, isn't it…for another generation?"

Cedrella blinked, "How did you know about that? It's a closely guarded family secret. Even I didn't know about it until after I married into the family."

Hayden's lips quirked, "Magic," he teased, pleased that he'd gotten her mind off of it. Not that it was truly possible, she'd just lost another child.

A pop interrupted Cedrella's giggle, rolling her eyes fondly. The House-elf returned with the aforementioned potions. "Thank you, you may go." With that she uncorked the potions, and drank both of them. One would flush out any remaining tissue. "I have my two boys; it's more than most people get." Trying to look on the positive side of things.

"You'll have another child," Hayden promised her, "It will take a few years, but you'll have another boy." Trying to remember the exact year Arthur Weasley was born, but he couldn't think, he wasn't sure if Molly was the same age as him. All he knew from their years at Hogwarts was the name of the caretaker, and her rather liberal use of love potions.

"No girl?" she asked, slightly unhappy but not remotely surprised.

"No," Hayden said with a grim smile, "But you never know you might have a granddaughter." He teased.

"Oh, I'm way too young to be a grandmother!" Cedrella complained, giving him a look. "Thank you," she added, accepting the hug from the young wizard. One more son, that wasn't bad really. Three boys, oh, what did she call this one? She had no doubt she'd have that child. She wasn't sure if it was because of the sheer determination Hayden exuded, that she knew about his abilities or just wishful thinking. Inhaling sharply, she added, "Can I have a moment?" hand already in her bag seeking out her makeup, to redo her face.

"Don't be ashamed of what happened, it's not your fault, it's nobodies' fault." Hayden stated firmly, "Do not suffer alone, there are so many people who understand what you're going through." Squeezing her arm in comfort, he did as she asked, and let her have a moment to herself.

She was grieving the loss of her child, what was it with the need to pretend nothing was the matter? Why not tell your family and let them grieve with you? There was no shame or blame for those suffering through a miscarriage. It sucked, it was awful, but there was no blame.

She also refused to ruin Lucretia's big day, marring it with something so tragic. Especially given the news she'd received a few years ago herself. No, she refused, she'd get through the day and then visit her healer to ensure she was alright. She'd done exactly what the healer would have done anyway before sending her home to rest.

"Hey," Hayden said, opening the door to Orion's bedroom to see his clothes sitting on the end of the bed crease free and ready to be put on. "When did they arrive?" rolling his eyes suspecting directly after he had gone out likely, just his luck. Smiling at how handsome Orion was, he always was handsome but the formal robes he had on made him more so.

"You look gorgeous," Hayden murmured, pressing himself against Orion and kissing his neck surprised when Orion didn't remotely stiffen. "Hopefully we'll get one of us just on our own…I'd love to begin a photo album." A wistfulness about him, hopefully he'd be there to show his children it, but should the worst happen then they'd have pictures of their parents and hopefully them as they aged.

"Adalricus Abbott is taking the pictures today," Orion informed his betrothed, "I'm sure he'd have no problem indulging us." Tweaking his tie just so, perfect, if he didn't say so himself. He was already strutting over Hayden's earlier words.

"Adalricus?" Hayden blinked, "That's a new one." He'd never heard it before.

"It means noble ruler." Orion added, "They do tend to use Roman saint names primarily, unless, of course, they're like us." They always use star names for their children, it's chiefly why they were re-used so often. There were only so many ones you could use unless you wish for the child to be teased relentlessly throughout its life.

"Can I ask why only some use the Black tradition? Narcissa and her sister did, but the Crouch one doesn't." Hayden said, grimacing and slightly apologetic for not remembering or knowing her name. Stepping away from Orion, he stripped of his nightwear after locking the door and begun to dress for the bonding.

"Charis, and they do, well, two out of three, they named their heir Bartemius," Orion informed Hayden. "I believe it was Casper's grandfather, whom he was very close with after his own father died when Casper was not yet out of nappies." Watching Hayden, who didn't seem to have an ounce of shame. He was dressing in front of him like it was normal, even sharing a dorm they'd all taking their clothes and dressed in a stall. So much had changed, it was a rather odd one.

Hayden grimaced, his face screwed up in disgust, he did not like Bartemius Crouch. Or rather, he did not like the wizard he became. Too much ambition, and so little care for his family. If Bartemius had just been there for his son…Barty Jr wouldn't have ended up a death eater. His wife hadn't cared, she'd loved her son so much she'd willingly died in Azkaban prison to save her son.

Orion moved over to the bed, and plucked the tie – which was identical to his and the rest of the family – and waited patiently. "I do believe Bartemius is a family name though, it's used every few generations."

"Do you know him?" Hayden asked, his voice muffled as he put his shirt over his head.

"Of course," Orion commented, "Not as well as Cygnus, Alphard and Walburga, we see them more often." Not that he was as closely related to Charis' children as he was to the others although it wasn't by a large margin.

"How are you related to the Crouch's again?" Hayden asked, it was difficult to keep up with the entire Black family, he wasn't sure Sirius was able to either. Not that he made any effort to, he'd hated his family and anything that reminded him of them.

"Charis Crouch is my fathers parental first cousin," Orion said after a few moments of silent contemplation. It wasn't easy to keep up with the family, that was for sure and he'd readily admit that.

Hayden's eyes widened, "They're that old?" agog at what he was hearing.

Orion laughed, ruefully shaking his head, "My father is ten years older than them, at least." He was the oldest male, from the direct line, so naturally he'd become Lord Black. Sliding the tie around Hayden's neck, he was stunning, Orion realized. He'd thought it often enough, but it was simply because Hayden didn't strut his stuff.

"Ah, that makes sense," Hayden conceded, his throat still bared to Orion, as he affixed his tie. "Well? Am I dressed appropriately to avoid odd looks?"

Orion arched a brow at him admittedly thrown by the comment.

"I went down there in my nightwear looking for your dad," Hayden shrugged, glancing down at his tie, then to the mirror and nodded, it was as good as it was going to get.

"Why?" came the incredulous reply from Orion.

"Oh, seriously, its not like I went down in my underwear," Hayden rolled his eyes, "Your dad had our formal wear for the Bonding, I was just trying to find out where it was."

Orion's smile was small and sweet, it was odd hearing his father referred to as 'dad' for certain. His Hayden banged to his own drum, without an ounce of realisation that he's doing it. "It's nearly time." He commented, added the travel cloak to Hayden's neck, and rubbed from shoulders to elbow as if getting rid of fluff.

Hayden nodded his agreement, wavering on whether to tell Orion about Cedrella. He knew she didn't want her family to know, and it was entirely her choice. He didn't like the thought of her going through this alone. Yet he also knew how it felt for choices to be removed from him. He'd told Hermione to leave it once, and he'd felt betrayed. As you get older, that sense of betrayal deepened and hurt far more. Cedrella might never talk to him again if he revealed anything. He wanted to consider all of them family, even if it was branches away. He loved that the Black family was so close, in this time anyway, he knew it likely unravelled when Walburga assumed control.

Control of the Black estate, control of Orion, it was just horrifying what he'd stopped.

Orion winced, visibly – quietly – making a noise of pain at the grip Hayden had. His grey eyes boring into green, wondering what was causing it.

When Hayden heard Orion making that noise, he quickly loosened his grip and let it fall away. "Sorry, I was just thinking…"

"Yes?" Orion asked, clearly not something nice, but he wanted to know nonetheless.

Hayden shook his head, "What would have happened to you if I wasn't here." He wasn't going to lie to Orion, even if it meant souring his mood for a few moments. Truth was important to him, and to Orion too actually.

Orion grimaced himself now, truthfully, he liked to forget what Walburga would have seen done to him. To think otherwise, was rather painful, bad enough his uncle Pollux had designed this, without adding Walburga too. Part of him was very grateful that she was being married off, well away from him.

It didn't take long at all for everyone to vacate the premises.

Hayden blinked owlishly, stiffening when he saw the place. "I thought the Bonding would be at the castle…" Black Castle, it was a very impressive place to have a Bonding. The background would be just phenomenal.

Hayden felt like it was difficult to breathe, a shiver worming its way from top to bottom. A bit like how he'd feel if someone was walking over his grave. it was, he was sure, the exact same location as Bill and Fleur's Bonding. He could only hope and pray that it did not go similarly, and there wasn't a disaster of some sort.

He was pulled forward by Orion, breaking his thoughts, as he led them through a thong of people until they reached the rest of the family who all welcomed Orion with relieved smiles. Clearly worried that he'd miss his sister's Bonding or something. Which was quite frankly ludicrous, Hayden knew Orion would never do that. "Don't worry, I'll tell you who is who," he promised. As one massive circle was made with Lucretia and Ignatius in the middle.

Hayden's breath was caught, "She's beautiful," and she was, hair and makeup done expertly, dressed in the most mesmerizing dress he'd ever seen. A black diamond choker wrapped around her neck and throat, with a pendant – a crest of the Black family – hanging down with an additional one that Ignatius had gotten her, with the Prewitt coat of arms. Showing that she would not forsake her family for her new one, but envelope them both in her future.

Her dress was white, with swaths of the fabric glimmering with designs swirled in black design. A beautiful gold and diamond belt hanging just so glimmering in the light of the sun. The hood was raised, and some of her long black tresses curled out. Her makeup made her grey eyes even more smouldering, no wonder Ignatius would give up everything for her she was stunning. Should he be so lucky to have a daughter…he'd be beating them back with sticks he reckoned.

When she turned around, Hayden saw the corset back, the black lace perfectly set. As it should, the dress had been designed for Lucretia and she wore it well. He wondered if he could ensure she had a child, maybe even a daughter that she could pass the dress onto one day.

Hayden narrowed his eyes for just a moment, a glimmer of stubborn determination filled him. He would make sure she did indeed have a daughter. He had all the advancements of potions that society had made in seventy years.

"Yes, she is," it wasn't Orion who answered it was Arcturus, who stood proud and tall as his firstborn child got married. There was a tear in his eye as he stared at her, naturally he'd deny it. He was Lord Black; emotions weren't befitting of their stations. She had worn many dresses that were lovely on her but today she was incandescently beautiful.

The wizard they'd hired was in the background taking pictures of everyone, but more importantly the bonding couple. The circle was enormous as friends, family and acquaintances joined together to celebrate the bonding of the soon to be Prewitt couple.

"Who are they?" Hayden asked, leaning in to whisper to Orion. "Parents?"

Orion choked back a laugh, "That is Tessie – never use her real name she's a right wicked witch with her own brand of cruelty when it comes to spells – and William Prewitt, Ignatius' older brother."

"Well, that makes sense," Hayden murmured, Molly must have loved her family. Ignatius was Percy's middle name; William was the first-born son so she'd gotten on with her family at least. Yet he still didn't see any sign of the Weasley family being respected. No pictures of Cedrella or Septimius Weasley, no names being used. Oh, no, Ron was named after Arthurs big brother, Ronald Bilius Weasley but that's it. Did Arthur not get along with his family? He guessed he'd know soon and have front row seats.

Tessie and William Prewitt, "And is that, Muriel Prewitt?" staring at the girl, recognizing little bits of the old gossip he knew from his time. It couldn't be, he knew she was good friends with Bathilda Bagshot, it sounded like they were best of friends. He supposed people can be best friends at different ages. It's just that Bathilda Bagshot was like, over one hundred and forty. She was closer to Dumbledore's age for Merlin's sake. He guessed unmarried witches would band together; they were probably not seen in the best of light by the backward society.

Despite the fact these unmarried witches, women, had made such wonderous leaps for wizardkind.

"It is, their only daughter." Orion commented quietly, "They've struggled since for another child, but from what I gather there's been no success."

"So much for keeping it in the family," Hayden said, "It's funny, the wizarding world seems to know it all despite it." Leaning against Orion, keeping their conversation quiet as possible. Not wishing for their conversation to be overheard or overshadow Lucretia on her big day. Which by the way wasn't really possible. She was stunning, and the light just made her just all that brighter and encompassed her entirely.

It was like she was glowing.

"They attempt to, but sometimes it's glaringly obvious, and I only know all this because Lucretia and I talk." Orion commented, entirely proud of the fact he and his sister was close. Witches weren't highly regarded; they were considered broodmares by most wizards. Even wizards who had sisters, but Orion wasn't one of them. It might have something to do with the fact Orion had only Lucretia for most of his formative years or House-elves.

They had an altar, a temple of sorts, an offering to the god Beltane. Presumably there for the day, but given he knew wizards had been hardcore Pagans – with more of their rights being vanquished each day – it might actually be a permanent thing. Hayden had to confess he was looking forward to his first Samhain here. He'd arrived on Yule, so he still had some time before he got to celebrate his first Samhain. "I'm surprised she didn't choose her Bonding on one of the important days, like Litha." Which was on the 21st of June, not too far from now.

"Beltane is a popular time to do so," Orion agreed, "But if more than one person attempted it, sides would be chosen. The last time it happened it was during a Malfoy and Abbott bonding, and naturally everyone attended the Malfoy bonding ceremony. The political clout and money they have made sure nobody desired to mess with them."

"I'd have attended the Abbott one." Hayden commented resolutely.

Orion laughed softly, shaking his head, he had absolutely no doubt that was exactly what his partner would do. He loved messing with everyone, and did the opposite of what was expected of him. His amusement muffled by Hayden's back as he quietened his amusement. Every moment with Hayden was a blessing, he made him feel so alive, so free, and if this was love? Orion never wanted to lose it. He felt he would burst with this happiness, which he felt from the moment he woke until he went to sleep. Even when asleep, he dreamed of Hayden. "Don't I know it."

"Who are…" Hayden begun, attempting to point in the direction of more people that were coming forward. They looked vaguely familiar; he just couldn't put his finger on it. Naturally, he knew Orion would know them, he likely knew every family, including the 'half-blood's' ugh he hated having to differentiate, magic was magic to him.

"It's starting," Orion interrupted his question, as the bonder stepped forward and under the canopy of the 'alter'. So that's why Arcturus hadn't been there. He was the one doing the bonding, officiating it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I wish to thank all of you for coming today, while we celebrate the most joyous and momentous occasion. The bonding of my daughter Lucretia and son-in-law Ignatius Prewitt." Arcturus' voice was smooth and despite being rather quiet, everyone was listening attentively. Turning their attention to the bonding couple, as it should be, to receive all the attention upon them.

A/n – I'll be editing a few bits and pieces and likely names after this chapter comes out 😊 I know there's one bit of the story where I've made a mistake so that will be fixed (Dorea) 😊 and there will likely be more but once the family tree is up and running it'll avoid more mistakes in future. In case it's forgotten I did the real black family tree and wrote it wrong lol I merged two branches of the Black family tree and decided to leave it. Only I didn't amend the actual document so I've been confusing myself. Although to be fair is there any unconfusing versions of the Black family tree? :P haha I've also not added the names of some of the kids I had decided upon either so that needs to be done 😊 thank you for reading my works and reviewing, it really does make my day I hope you're all having a happy New Year and my new years resolution is to write a bit more…I've been writing less so I want to amend that 😊 R&R please