Prologue: In the
Sirius Black sat in the begrimed, decrepit drawing room jaded with being confined to the same prison like edifice that he should have classed as his home, if it hadn’t been for his pure-blooded fervent relatives, which he couldn’t even class as family. However, Sirius was grateful for the limited company in which he now had due to the summer holidays, meaning that his Godson and friends had come to stay at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.
Currently Sirius was sat alone in the old drawing room scowling at the old family tree of the noble house of Black, a pure blood family which derived from most respectable pureblood descendants of the magical world, dating back to the great Merlin himself. He was snapped from his glowering as three young wizards and witches burst through the drawing room door unceremoniously.
“Oh were sorry Sirius we didn’t realize you were in here, we were trying to escape Mrs. Weasley’s fanatical cleaning spree,” apologized Hermione as she spotted Sirius glancing back and forth at the three new arrivals and the colourful wall.
Hermione glanced to the wall intrigued and then boldly walked up to inspect the unusual wall covering only to find that it was not as it appeared, colourful wall decorations.
“Is this the Black family tree?” she asked upon further inspection.
“I’m afraid so Hermione, this is the entire blood map of my retched so called family,” replied Sirius bitterly as he walked over to the repulsive wall tree.
“You’re not on it though, your mother and father are and your younger brother but then there’s just three scorched sections,” noted Hermione looking closely at the family tree with curiosity.
“One of those scorch marks would be my cousin Andromeda’s, she was blasted off when she eloped with a Muggle man, one is where my name once resided had my oh so delightful mother not disinherited me so lovingly, oh she hated me the moment I got sorted into Gryffindor and consorted myself with so called blood traitors and muggleborns,” came Sirius’ spiteful remark as he once again glared at the horrific wall covering.
“If one of the scorch marks is yours then whose is the second one right beside yours?” probed Ron looking at the tree with Harry now curious.
Sirius sighed and ran his hand over the second scorch mark.
“Her name was Orsina, my twin sister.”
“Was? What happened to her Sirius? How come you’ve never mentioned her before now?” asked Harry.
“Because she disappeared just before we all graduated from Hogwarts,” came Remus Lupin’s solemn reply as he entered the drawing room and gave Sirius a sad smile.
“Yes, she disappeared without a trace whilst we were still at Hogwarts, we never heard from her or saw her again, it broke all our hearts, she was one of the gang, a part of the Marauders and no one could ever fill the hole she left in our lives,”Sirius sighed.
“She will forever be in our hearts, we spent months, years looking for her but it was like she had never existed, not a trace was left of her and no clues as to why or how she disappeared. I still think those blasted wannabe death eaters had something to do with it but we could never prove it,” snarled Sirius pain still in his eyes from the loss of his beloved twin sister.
“I doubt we will ever know and its painful to think that she could be dead now, she would have been your godmother Harry if she was still around, Lilly adored her like she was her own sister” mourned Remus.
“Will you tell us about her? I’d-I’d like to know who she was?” asked Harry quietly looking longingly at his Godfather.
“Yes Harry, it’s an interesting tale, she was a wonderful witch and an amazing friend and you have the right to know about her so, I’ll tell you the story of Orsina Arcturus Black my twin sister and Remus’ lost love,” grinned Sirius with a devilish glint in his eye, Remus turned a dreadful shade of crimson clearly discomforted by Sirius’ bold words.