{Y/n} Black was raised by solely her mother after her father Regulus died shortly after his conception. Never met him. Never got exact reasons for his death. Just stories, the few photos her mother had, the few found at the Black residence that were found. The few Sirius had given her mother before he was sent to Azkaban. Just enough to know she looks just like him. Enough to see the look in his eyes, that he was tired, that he was intelligent and complicated and conflicted. Stories that contradict each other. Death Eater. Betrayed Voldemort. The Black heir that didn’t betray pureblood standards like Sirius. The Black heir that did, just quietly, secretly and died doing it at 18. The brother left behind. So when Sirius gets out of Azkaban, when he’s hiding but settled into 12 Grimmuald Place, and the Weasley’s and Harry and Hermione join him that summer break. Quietly, almost weary, Sirius asks Harry, Hermione, Ron, the Weasley kids about her. Because she’s at Hogwarts now. Same year as Harry. And he hasn’t talked to her, seen her since she was infant. When he dropped off those pictures before going to Godric’s Hollow and then Azkaban. His niece. The last piece of his little brother.