1 Chapter 1 - The inevitable

The Ancient and Most Noble House of Black, one of the wealthiest and oldest pure-blooded families in Britain, part of the sacred twenty-eight full of closely related morons who …..

Sirius! This is not how a properly educated heir talks about his ancestry! -my mother so kindly reminded me, while my father gave me a cold disapproving stare which promised a lot of pain later.

Yes, mother - I decided to play along for a while, at least until my cold-blooded father turned his attention back to his book. After a few seconds of quiet, I decided to continue on with the recounting of our family history.

As I was saying, … -my mother gave me a warning look with a quick glance at my father, but I decided to not heed her warning and continue on with my original plan.-

….it's a hateful family full of hypocrites, who do not seem to realize that constant inbreeding may cause serious damage to their descendants such as ...-when I looked at my mother I saw panic, fear, and hurt in her eyes. However, I didn't let it stop me. –

children born without magic which we so kindly named squibs and later acted according to human nature and erased their existence from the family registry. -I felt my mother's gaze harden. - Muggle studies have proven that incest may cause the descendants to be born deformed or in the worse case dead. - at this, I heard my mother whimper. When I looked up to see why she whimpered, I met my father's gaze, and I knew I probably went too far, but I still pushed on.

Even though these facts are clear as day, our and other pureblooded families have decided to ignore it and keep to our centuries-old tradition of inbreeding. This family has decided to shorten their lifespan and endanger the next generations only so they could keep true to our family motto Toujours pur which as we could have guessed of course means always pure as if having children with … CRUCIO! – before I could have finished my sentence my father lost his temper and resolved to the use of the unforgivable.

Before I crumbled to the floor in pain I registered the silhouette of my little brother behind the door.

My father was furious and while I was under his spell writhing in pain, feeling as if someone was breaking my bones and scraping of my flesh, I heard him say – ''Sirius Orion Black, I was putting up with your nonsense long enough. I have forgiven you the fact that you ended up in Griffindor since your brother will start school this autumn, but I won't tolerate your impudence and complete disregard of family traditions.''- after that he lifted the spell seemingly impressed that I haven't made a sound. Slowly I picked myself off the floor and with a painful chuckle continued the provocation like a complete moron who has a death wish-

So father, If what I said is wrong, impudent and a complete disregard of everything that this family believes in, tell me. Why don't we have more siblings? – at this I smirked as I saw the color of my father's face change –

Father, did you know that muggles believe that incest may cause impotency for men and infertility for women? So, father tell me, when was the last time you satisfied mom? No even better, when was the last time it stood up? – at this I couldn't hold it in anymore and started laughing, my mother's thoughtful and surprised expression said it all. My father hasn't touched her for quite some time. Now that the aftereffect of the curse was lifting I smirked at my father's darkening complexion and gave him one of my best-defying glares I could before I crumbled back to the floor, but this time laughing.

However, my laughter soon turned into hoarse screams, screams which were painful just by listening.

I turned towards my younger brother and tried to give him a reassuring smile, which I'm sure ended up being a painful grimace because after my supposed smile he looked even more distressed than before. My sight and hearing started going out of focus while I started choking on some sticky liquid that strangely enough tasted like iron. It took a while for my brain to realize that the sticky liquid is my own blood. I saw my mother standing up with a furious expression with … is that a shoe in her hand? Yes, that's definitely a shoe. After a while of her screaming something at my father, I saw her pick up the hand with the shoe and hurlinging it at my father.

The pain stopped.

I had a little time to collect myself and before he could get any closer to my mother with his hand raised and prepared to hit her, I tried to stand up.

In the end, I decided that sitting on the ground is after all safer, or at least was, before my moronic self decided to egg my father on some more.

Hey, asshole, ...-with that my father turned his full attention to me. It almost made me laugh-

Isn't it enough that you can't get an erection? Do you have to stoop so low as to hit a woman? Not even talking about the fact that the woman you were about to hit is your wife and gave birth to two children fo you. Also, you know if it bothers you so much that you can't get an erection you could just get it checked at a muggle hos…..- I didn't get to finish my sentence before my father dealt me one of his mind-numbing slaps that sent me to the ground again.

I'm too tired to stay awake, I think my thirteen years old body has reached its limit.

I think it's time to give in to the exhaustion, with that I closed my eyes and let myself drift away.