Regulus Black II
Hello there,
As you may very well notice my name is Regulus Black. Not that Regulus though, he drowned. I’m his nephew technically. I have a sister called Alsphina Lupin, if you haven’t already guessed our parents are Remus Lupin and Sirius Black. This is the story of how I came to be the man I am today. Without further ado, let’s get on with the story.
Although the story officially starts when I was 11 and about to board the Hogwarts Express I need to take you back a little further, to when I first met Harry James Potter.
Although Harry was a year older than me (Alsphina’s age) we grew up together, always at each other’s houses, always getting ourselves into trouble.
Lily and James Potter were able to come out of hiding at the end of the first war, Harry was six years old and I was five . I was a very intelligent child and was far far ahead of anyone else my age , so I was able to form full sentences and make coherent conversation.
“Have you ever thought about brushing your hair?” That was the first thing I ever said to him.
“Stop being blunt and introduce yourself properly!” Called Sirius from across the room.
I had always been rather blunt and straight to the point with these things. I have always spoken my mind and stood up for what I believed in. I thought that I would always be able to tell right from wrong but ever since Harry Potter came into my life those crisp divides have become small and fuzzy, nothing more than a dot in my vision.
“I’m Harry,” the older boy said.
“I gathered that much,” I replied dead pan as I took a sip of tea (yes I did drink tea at a young age, that is where the caffeine addiction started).
“I apologise for his behaviour…” my father said once again whispering in my ear and telling me to introduce myself.
“My name is Regulus Arcturus Black, and it is an honour to meet you Mr and Mrs Potter,” I said, pronouncing every word perfectly while also taking a low and graceful bow. Genes I guess.
I am in fact related to my dad by blood, making me the spitting image of his younger brother whom I am named after. I also inherited his tendency to act like royalty.
“Oh we’re no one important, you can just call us Lily and James,” the woman replied.
“I deserve to be honoured!” Exclaimed the man, he was the spitting image of his son “I am the greatest and most accomplished prankster of all time!”
“So, Remus?” The Lily asked “are you starting as a professor at Hogwarts in September?”
”Sirius too?” Added James.
“Yes, it seems that they are deeply in need of a defence against the dark arts professor,” my father replied.
“Yeah, I’ll be going too, they need an intro to flying instructor. Don’t worry kids we’ll both be back at Christmas,” dad said reassuringly.
The introduction to flying post was only from September until the Christmas holiday whereas the DADA post was all year round but he will be able to come home for Christmas.
“Make sure you keep em safe Prongs!” Called Peter from the kitchen.
All that stuff with the death eaters had been sorted out, Peter did not betray the potter’s willingly, he was in fact under a curse.
The arrangements for the time when our parents were at work had in fact been made already.
Next week we were to pack everything and move into the Potter manor until Christmas when our parents returned , and then dad would take us back home until September when we would go back to the potter manor. Five more years of this and I would be spending a year alone with the potters before finally setting off to Hogwarts, I was extremely excited to say the least.
Five years later…
It was a bittersweet feeling as I said goodbye to almost everyone important in my life, Harry and Alsephina were on their way to the first year of Hogwarts and my parents were going to teach. I would have to do without them until Christmas when they would all leave again. Normally dad would stay but he has business in France from Christmas until at least September. I was alone… but I had the Potters.
Once we had waved the others off James turned to me and said “I have a feeling that you want to buy some new books, am I correct?”
“Yes, that sounds spiffing, although I would rather not go to Flourish and Blotts.” I replied.
“Why ever not?” Lily said with a chuckle.
“You simply cannot by my favourite kinds of books there…” I paused for effect “although there is a lovely muggle bookshop only down the street and I have saved up my allowance for this!”
“Only you would save up money for books, my little lion heart,” replied Lily.
You see the people close to me called me different things, my parents called me reggie, Alsephina calls me reg, and James and Peter call me fire cracker. Only Lily calls me lion heart, she is the only one who looks into peoples names.
Ironic really, that my name would mean heart of the lion considering the fact that Regulus was in slytherin.
We headed to the bookshop and I bought several books:
The picture of Dorian gray,
A good girls guide to murder,
Sherlock Holmes,
and The chronicles of Narnia.
With my new additions to my bookshelf I was contempt.