You, the sister of Orion Black, aunt of Sirius Black and Regulus Black, was fond of your nephews. Even though you barely saw them, you adored them.

At a young age, you had distanced yourself from your family. As in your eyes, everyone was going mad. It was only a family full of incest and betrayal.

Living alone in the manor one of your ancestors had left you, you lived peacefully. Alone, but peacefully.

Being the black sheep of the family wasn’t that nice. Everyone hated you, you were different. But at least you didn’t runaway. Still keeping touch, mostly with your cousin, Alphard. He was quite the Black sheep too.

When you heard of Sirius’ runaway, you were worried for the poor boy. But thank Merlin he ended up well with the Potters and Alphard. He sometimes visited your manor, but it wasn’t that often.

But what had happened a week ago, was something she had never expected. You opened your door one day to find your nephew, Regulus, drenched and somber in front of you.

Alphard brought him to your Manor, as he could not take care of him himself. So you decided to take him in.

You have noticed across the past few days that he was quite silent, but he was not arrogant or cocky like his brother.

You figured it was because of how rough Walburga and Orion were on him. And also the reason why he was here now.

He usually read all day, or walked through the gardens. He had never asked you for anything though, or barely tried to talk to you.

Now, he was sitting on a bench in the gardens. Picking at his clothes with a calm expression.