[Harry Potter] Black, Black

Everyone in the wizarding world knows that the Black family produces madmen, obsessives, lunatics, and traitors. The eldest daughter went around causing trouble at Hogwarts, and the eldest son betrayed his family while still a student. It seemed that only the youngest son was made to look quiet and well-behaved by comparison. But before long, the younger son joined the Death Eaters too. Of course. It would be strange if a family like that didn’t produce Dark wizards. The obnoxious eldest daughter had gone mad from her pure-blood obsession, and it seemed only natural that the eldest son, who betrayed his family, would later betray his friends as well. Then one day, the story took a turn. Sirius Black had been framed. Adhara Black had been imprisoned for years. Even Regulus Black, a Death Eater, had sacrificed himself in the fight against the Dark Lord. You’re kidding. You mean those Blacks were all heroes? Lupin stared in shock at the black cat in the alley and softly called, “Adhara?” The black cat, which had been scratching at the collar around her neck with a hind leg, paused when she saw him. Suddenly, her body rapidly grew larger, and moments later a dark figure stood in her place. “Hi, honey,” Adhara said, lifting her chin and arching an eyebrow with her usual proud smile. “Sorry I’m late for our date. I’m only… uh, three years and nine months late.” Sirius’s twin sister. A twisted relationship: they couldn’t stand each other, yet couldn’t stop caring about one another. Pairing: Lupin (Ah, ah, Lupin is just too delicious. I still went after him, I’m sorry, Tonks. The Tonks/Lupin shippers’ conscience is in agony.) Updates whenever I feel like it. Read at your own risk. Theme: How many pure-bloods does the Dark Lord deserve? Not a single one!