Most Ancient House of Black
“Toujours Pur”
“You’re not on here!” said Harry, after scanning the bottom of the
tree.
“I used to be there,” said Sirius, pointing at a small, round, charred
hole in the tapestry, rather like a cigarette burn. “My seet old mother
blasted me off after I ran aay from home — Kreacher’s quite fond of
muttering the story under his breath.”
about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. Yeah, I camped out
at your dad’s during the school holidays, and then hen I as seven-
teen I got a place of my on, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent
bit of gold — he’s been iped off here to
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