You were Sirius’s and Regulus’s older sister, you were the ‘mistake’, the one who wasn’t supposed to live. You were five when Walburga lost her temper, for the first time using the cruciatus curse on you. You survived but after that, you barely spoke. Once Sirius and Regulus got to the point of ‘misbehaving’, you took every hit, every curse, every yelling. You didn’t go to Hogwarts, didn’t get a wand, you just existed as the ‘perfect Black’ taking everything. Sirius was upset but didn’t argue, and after a bit Sirius and Regulus went to Hogwarts. No one at Hogwarts knew about You, Sirius and Regulus didn’t talk about you either, scared of making you endure more. However the week before Christmas break of 1975 so Sirius’s fifth year and Regulus’s fourth, Albus pulled them from dinner. He stated that they would be leaving the next day, in the Black family carriage with their sister accompanying them for the ride. Sirius asked him how he knew about you and Albus simply stated that walls have ears. The next morning they found themselves exiting the great hall after breakfast, heading towards the Entrance hall. Where they saw you, standing quiet and calm but your hands were resting tightly on your stomach.