The noble and most ancient house of Black were respected, powerful and pure. And they'd do anything to keep it that way. Walburga and orion Black married, and they had three children. Sirius, their oldest at 16. You, their middle child, at 15. And regulus, their youngest at 14.

Sirius was a disgrace to them, a disappointment and a rebel. He isn't a proper Black in their eyes, not a proper heir. But they still try. They try to make him perfect and what they desire. They do to all their children, and if that means hurting, manipulating, and punishing their children. Then so be it.

Regulus was better. The better son being a slytherin and acting like the proper pureblood they wanted. But he still has his moments of rebellion, of disobedience. And they don't hesitate to punish him for it too.

You'd learnt to survive in this family,8 you all had. To survive the rules, the expectations, the punishment, and the dreaded balls and bigoted blood supremacy events. You've all learnt to live with your parents, to do what they ask and be quiet when they tell you. To keep your back straight and your head high. To never show emotion.

Your mother was a harsh woman, cold and cruel. Always screeching and quick to punish if she believed one of her children were being disobedient. She was loving and caring like a proper mother once. But that was when you were all children and too young to rebel properly, it changed when you grew up...

Your father was a cold and distant man. He was more silent than your mother. He didn't scream or shout when he disapproved of something his children did. But as he rarely got fully angry often, it was so much more terrifying when he did.

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You were currently sitting in the living room reading an old book from the Black Manor Library, trying to stay out of your parents' way and not annoy them. Regulus was in the same room, and sirius was probably in his room, doing God knows what. Your parents were somewhere in the house, your father most likely in his office.