Harry Potter and The Black's Family Legacy

25th June 1995

 

Sirius Black stared at the letter in his hand. He had returned from seeing his godson late last night. The boy had been shell-shocked at what he had witnessed, and he was right to be; Voldemort’s return was devastating.

“Would blood-traitor Master like more eggs?” Kreacher the elderly elf, asked.

“No, thank you,” Sirius replied dismissively, his mind now on the letter Cyrus Greengrass had sent him. He had not spoken to his family in years and had undoubtedly been disinherited by his mother.

“Are you well?” Remus entered the large kitchen.

“I received this letter from Duke Cumberland. What do you think?” Sirius returned, handing him the letter. Remus read the missive, frowning before he looked up at his friend.

“It is a bit mysterious. Perhaps he wants to draw you out in the open?”

“You could be right, but I have a nagging feeling I should speak to the Goblins,” the man suggested. Before either man could do anything, they both heard a loud knocking at the front door. Walburga, Sirius’ portrait mother, began to spout obscenities. As Remus rushed to cover the portrait up, the Animagus went to the door. He opened it up to Albus Dumbledore.

“Professor, come in,” He directed the headmaster through the house into the kitchen, where the barely willing elf made the man a cup of tea, “How’s Harry?”

“As well as can be expected, he went through an awful trauma,” Dumbledore sighed, but something about this ‘routine’ seemed off. Almost like he was acting.

“If it’s not Harry, what can we do for you?”

“I have contacted many of the old crowd and begun recruiting again. First, however, the Order of the Phoenix needs a headquarters,” Dumbledore looked at the pair, “I would like to use Grimmauld place as the Order headquarters.”

“Pardon?” Sirius asked politely. Sure, his hearing had gone. The house was decrepit, old, and filthy.

“I would like to put it under a Fidelius Charm, with myself as the Secret Keeper,” Dumbledore continued, “This would be a great honour for you and the House of black.”

“I agree. We need somewhere for the Order to meet,” Remus spoke.

“OK fine,” Sirius answered reluctantly after the pair had ganged up on him to ‘persuade’ him. Within ten minutes, after being talked through the process, Remus had performed the charm making Dumbledore the Secret Keeper.

“My next point of business is allowing the Weasleys to stay here. Bill is currently updating their Wards, but it might take some time, so I would like it if you would allow them to stay,” Dumbledore requested/ordered.

“Sure, but Molly must understand that this is my home; she cannot just come bustling in and take over,” Sirius shuddered, remembering the big redhead.

“I’m sure she’s not too bad,” Dumbledore answered with a chuckle in his condescending way. Then he turned to Remus, “Would you be able to go abroad and contact the Werewolves to see who is on our side? I already have Hagrid going to the Giants,”

“No!” Sirius shouted before Remus could speak, startling the other pair.

“What do you mean?”

“We almost lost Remus last time. I want to keep him here to help tutor Harry over the summer.”

“Harry’s not going to be here over the summer,” Dumbledore responded, “He is being kept safe.”

“Excuse me?” Sirius asked angrily, “What do you mean Harry is not coming here this summer? I am his guardian.”

“You are still a criminal in the eyes of the law. Therefore, you cannot go out anywhere,” Sirius looked at him mutely, his anger reaching boiling point. Remus put his hand on Sirius’s arm, trying to calm the man down.

“I’m sure Harry might be able to come to see us for the last two weeks,” the man tried to soothe his friend and suggest an alternative.

“If you make Remus go to Europe, I’ll find a way to break the Fidelius Charm, then kick your little Chicken group to the kerb,” Sirius told the old man angrily, “Harry is MY godson. He will spend time here. Now, if you will excuse me, I have things to be cleaning. You can show yourself out.”

 

The two men watched Sirius as he left the kitchen in anger, not sure when the last time Sirius had spoken to the headmaster like that.

“I will calm him down, but he is right. I am going to stay here for the summer,” Remus answered, getting a sad shake of the headmaster’s head.

“I will take my leave. I will let the Weasleys know they can come in a few days,” The Headmaster wondered if he should have used one of his charms on Black. The man could make a dangerous enemy if he discovered the truth. Remus, meanwhile, followed his best friend up to the Master suite.

“Has he gone?” This Sirius was utterly different from the man downstairs, “Sorry I could not say anything, but there is something off with Dumbledore. I am not sure if it is me, but I am starting to see him in a different light.”

“Wow, that was some acting. But I appreciate you trying to save me from going to Europe.”

“I remember the few times you came back before,” the Animagus answered, “Look, while the Weasleys and the Order are here, I want you to paint me as moody and unsociable.”

“Like normal then,” Remus joked.

“Play up the Azkaban card. I need to move around freely, and I feel the Weasleys are here to keep an eye on me.” He looked over at the fireplace, which had never been taken off the Floo network, “Can you take me to Gringotts?”

“You what?” Remus cried.

“Greengrass’s letter is right. I need to go to Gringotts. I have a strong feeling about going there,”

“But you don’t want Dumbledore to know,” Remus ended his sentence.

“No,” Sirius deadpanned.

“I am going to regret this. Come on then, Padfoot,” Sirius grinned at him, then morphed into the Grim-like dog. Remus took some Floo powder and shouted, ‘Leaky Cauldron,’ stepping into the green fire, followed quickly by Padfoot. The pair passed through the pub, which was quiet for a Thursday morning. The shops of Diagon Alley were beginning to open, but the shopkeepers all looked bleary-eyed. Remus led Padfoot quickly through the alley to the snow-white building of Gringotts. The Goblin guards eyed them but did not move to intercept, and they could soon see a teller.

“Yes, what do you want?” the goblin barked, not happy to see another wand-waver so early in the morning.

“I request an audience with the Black Account Manager,” Remus spoke barely over a whisper. Now the goblin looked at him, then over the Grim. Then, finally, he nodded his head sharply.

“Please wait one moment,” The Goblin wrote something on a piece of parchment and then handed it to another Goblin behind him. Some minutes later, the runner Goblin returned.

“Maglugg will see you now,” he squeaked. The small goblin led them through a series of corridors until they reached a door. It had a plaque with the Black coat of arms on it with the manager’s name:

Maglugg

Black Account Manager

Senior Advisor

 

The little goblin knocked first until a voice called for them to enter. The goblin pushed the door open, then leapt aside, allowing the pair to enter. As soon as Sirius entered, he felt something shift before he found himself standing as an average human.

“Animagus Wards prevents anybody who should not be in here from entering,” the Goblin, Maglugg, spoke, not looking up from his vast desk.

“That’s amazing,” Remus breathed, but Sirius looked perturbed.

“What can I do for you, gentlemen? I have not had a visitor in years.”

“I am Sirius Black. I had a summons a year ago but was somehow distracted from coming. Has His Grace Duke Arcturus Will been read?” Sirius asked.

“Only his Heir could get it un-sealed. Now can you prove who you are?” Maglugg, the goblin, looked sprightly despite being over a hundred.

“I know you have several scans you can perform on me,” Sirius answered diplomatically.

“You are right,” the goblin replied briefly, then looked at the man. Moments later, Sirius felt a tingle go through him, down to his core. A quill began to write something on a piece of parchment. If Remus did not know better, he would have thought the goblin was frowning.

“This is most unusual,” the goblin muttered, then looked up, “Well, I would like to say welcome Lord Rendlesham. It is good to see you back,”

“Lord Rendlesham?” the man in question appeared shocked.

“You were named Heir; thus, you are Lord Rendlesham until you take your title. You are to be Duke of Anglia and Head of House Black when you take up your ring,”

“But what about his stay in Azkaban?” Remus asked.

“As his name was not entered into the Book of Criminals, according to the Ministry, and Family magic supersedes such things, he is eligible to take the Headship,” Maglugg explained.

“If I can be proven innocent, I can take care of Harry,” Sirius’s mind moved into high gear, “With the Headship, I can hire lawyers to help me.”

“I’m with you, whatever you decide.”

“Would you like to hear the Will of your Grandfather?” Maglugg asked.

“Yes,” Sirius replied firmly. The goblin grinned an evil smile, then wrote something on a parchment. He placed it down a small chute and then looked up at Sirius.

“Before we continue, I would like to inform you that my initial scan has detected several charms and loyalty potions, though some appear very weak.”

“What?” the man stared at the goblin, flabbergasted.

“Firstly, you have traces of a Memory Charm, most likely over twenty-odd years old. More recently, I can see a Confundus charm on you, loyalty potions keyed to Albus Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix,” Maglugg recited as though he was repeating a shopping list, “You also seemed to have Revulsion Jinx’s directed toward Slytherin and Severus Snape in particular, not to mention powerful Cheering charms, which could be detrimental to you.”

“That’s-“ Remus was cut off from saying anything as there was a knock on the door, then a Goblin entered with a silver platter upon which a rolled-up scroll was sealed and a mahogany box. The goblin placed the box and scroll on the table and then exited.

“There are two parts to the Will. The first is directed to his Heir, then the second is directed to any living members of the Black family,” Maglugg told the stunned man slicing through the seal with a silver knife. A fizzle of magic escaped as he began to unroll the parchment. While Maglugg was doing that, Sirius looked at the box with the Black Crest inlaid. Centrally located was a Raven with a wand on either side. Finally, three stars were laid across the top of the ‘field.’ Maglugg cleared his throat.

 

“I, Arcturus Phineas Black III, being of sound body and mind, do hereby leave most of my estate and Headship to my heir Sirius Black X. Sirius, my boy, though your Mother might have ‘disowned’ you, you will always be my Heir and the next in line to take the mantle of Head of the House of Black. I want you to take over Hárasteorra Hall and restore the Blacks to their former glory. I know you are innocent of the crimes they say you committed, or the family magic would not have allowed you to become my heir.

Do not trust Dumbledore, everyone thinks he is the Lord of the Light, but he has manipulated many people including in this family. My last bit of advice is to find a good woman that will stand by your side as Lily flower used to.”

 

“The old man got confused in his old age. He probably meant Holly,” the man saddened at the loss of his girlfriend.

“Now, when you put on the Head ring, the Black Family magic should clear most potions and Charms. However, you’ll need something stronger to help get your memories back,” the goblin sounded helpful instead of his usual cantankerous self. The dog-Animagus looked at the box, then pulled it toward him, smoothly opening it. There were two rings inside, the Duke’s signet ring and the Heir’s ring. The Signet ring was solid gold, the central part a bloodstone, and the Black Coat of arms reverse engraved. On either side of the inset, bloodstones were engraved ravens.

The Heir’s ring was smaller and silver. This one had wands on either side of a raven engraved onto the surface. Sirius picked up the Ducal ring, sliding it on the right pinkie finger. Magic resized it, so the ring fit perfectly, but at that moment, a wave of magic rushed through his body. His Grace, Sirius Black X, Duke of Anglia, Earl of Rendlesham, now knew all about the properties and House-elves he was connected to. He became intimate with the Black Seat, Hárasteorra Hall. The Family Magic washed away the charms and most potions in his system, neutralising them. Though he still loved pranking, he suddenly felt concerned with stuff rather than acting like a child.

“I would recommend a good mind-healer, but the ring should now protect you from any potions or mild Charms though it won’t protect you from everything,” Maglugg commented, “Now, when would you like to schedule the second part of the Will?”

“Is midday too early?” Sirius asked.

“No, we can do that. It will give us time to go over your finances and the state of the Black Family books,” Maglugg bought out a heavy book opening it to show Sirius and Remus the vaults and everything listed.

“What’s this?” Remus pointed to a separate vault.

“Ah, the Black Foundation,” Maglugg spoke as though that answered everything. Still, all he saw were two blank faces, “The Black Foundation is a charity set up by your Grandfather, it has been helping three orphanages in the United Kingdom and once a year has paid for a Muggle-born to attend Hogwarts, though in the last few years this has not happened. Lily Evans was the first CEO before she died. Currently, the Board composed of Augusta Longbottom, Callidora Longbottom, Narcissa Malfoy, and Minerva McGonagall run it.”

“Cissy?”

“Her husband knows nothing of Lady Malfoy being on the board,” Maglugg explained, “You also have a seat on the Board, but we can arrange a meeting in good time.”

 

Over the next few hours, Maglugg took them over the state of House of Black Finances plus all the contracts. He was pretty surprised at the Greengrass-Black Contract and some others that appeared. While still one of the country’s wealthiest families, some investments were not doing as well as expected. With Remus’ help, Sirius could look at some new assets and buy more stock in investments that were going well. Just as Sirius’s stomach began to rumble, a piece of parchment popped up in front of Maglugg.

“Ah, everyone is assembled for the hearing of the Will. Mr Lupin, you may remain here, but please do not touch anything except the Black Books,” the Senior goblin told the werewolf.

 

Narcissa Malfoy looked around Gringotts, which was moderately busy. Before breakfast this morning, she had received a Summons to hear the reading of her great-Uncle’s Will. Her husband urged her to go. Perhaps Draco had been named as the next Duke of Anglia. She remembered his piggy eyes lighting up over the vast Black wealth falling into his hands. It had been an uncomfortable breakfast with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sitting at the table, his snake slithering around the table legs.

“Teller, I have a meeting at midday for the reading of the Black Will,” She demanded harshly, playing her part in case any of her husband’s associates were watching. The goblin looked up with widening eyes at the dark-haired witch.

“Lady Malfoy shall follow me,” an elegantly dressed Goblin spoke from her side. She barely acknowledged him, following the stately creature through the upper parts of Gringotts to a set of double doors guarded by two goblin sentries. They pushed the door open to a conference room with a large oaken table and comfortable-looking chairs. The room was all in polished black and white tiles. Her breath hitched as she saw the first person in the room, who at first appeared to be her oldest sister Bellatrix. Then she noticed the soft brown hair and the wider, kinder eyes.

“Dromeda, how nice to see you,” she commented softly.

“Cissy, it’s been a long time,” the Healer replied, then Narcissa noticed Andromeda’s Muggle-born husband, Edward Tonks, with their daughter Nymphadora Tonks. She briefly wondered why Andromeda’s family had come, but her’s had not been invited. Narcissa was interrupted in her musings by a snort. She looked at an old lady, but with the distinctive Black locks having gone entirely grey now. Though old, she held herself with dignity and pride. It had been many years since she had seen her Great-Aunt Callidora Longbottom neé Black.

“I see we have all been summoned,” she said plainly as the woman moved around the opposite side of the table to her sister’s family. As she took a seat next to her aunt, a goblin entered with several bits of parchment.

“These are contracts, so you are oath-bound to keep what is said and done in this room a secret. However, our client feels it is necessary once the Will has been heard,” the goblin handed them each a piece of parchment and a quill.

“Is this a blood quill?” Narcissa asked primly. The goblin gave her an evil smile and nodded. The woman knew she did not have a choice, so with a louder sigh than usual, Narcissa signed the contract after a brief flick-through. It was a standard contract that held the pureblood woman oath-bound, enabling her to discuss the events with those in the room unless the executor said otherwise. Once signed, the contract flew into the hands of the goblin, and he left the room. Minutes later, it opened again, making her gasp. Sirius Black, her cousin, and escaped criminal, stood in the doorway with Maglugg, the Senior Accountant to the Black Estate.

“Sirius,” Andromeda gasped before hugging their cousin. He looked undernourished and was wearing shabby grey robes. His hair was messy, and his face was narrow, “You look unwell.”

“I’ve been on the run.” He deadpanned. Narcissa snorted, calling his gaze on her, “Hello, Cissy, Aunt.”

“Hello, Sirius,” she replied, taking note of the signet ring on his finger. So, he had become the Head of Black. Suddenly, her heart began to blossom with hope. He took a seat at the head of the table.

“Sirius, where the hell have you been?” Callidora cried, pointing her stick at him. He just shrugged at the old woman.

“We are all here to hear the last Will and Testament of Lord Arcturus Black, last Duke of Anglia,” Maglugg looked around, “Is there any reason we should not read the Will out?”

“No,” Andromeda spoke first.

“No,” Narcissa agreed. The goblin nodded and unrolled the parchment sheet he had with him.

 

“If the second part of the Will is read out, Sirius Black or his heir will have taken on the Head of House. Firstly, to my cousin Cassiopeia, you were always my favourite. I will give you G25,000. If the Goddess has taken her, please provide the money to the Black Foundation. Callidora, I’m sorry about what happened to your grandson, so I hope this goes a long way; G25,000 for your personal vault, G50,000 for St Mungo’s Permanent Spell Damage Ward and G25,000 for your great-grandson. Hopefully, this will go some way to make up for Bellatrix Black’s attack,” Maglugg read the Will aloud. Callidora looked astonished, “Now, to the family’s youngest members, Bellatrix is to receive nothing; Sirius, try to get the dowry back we paid to the Lestranges. Andromeda, I would like to give you G50,000, and your daughter will receive a bursary of G5,000 a year until she turns thirty, then a one-off gift of G25,000. Finally, we come to Narcissa. I give you G50,000 if not one sickle is given to Lucius Malfoy or the monster he serves. Young Master Malfoy shall also receive a bursary of G5,000 a year until he turns thirty, then a one-off gift of G25,000.

“So, end’s the Will of Arcturus Black III, 14^th Duke of Anglia, 10^th Marquess of Rendlesham,” Maglugg finished, “I have to collect the contracts for said monies. I shall leave you for a moment and be back soon.”

 

Maglugg left with his assistant closing the door behind him. Everyone seemed too shocked to speak.

“You are the Head of House Black?” Narcissa asked quietly

“So, it would seem, my dear departed Mother did not or could not disinherit me. That happy power lay with Grandfather,” Sirius replied, “That reminds me, Andi, you have not been disinherited either, Mother may have blasted you off the wall, but you are still a Black through and through.”

“What?” the woman looked almost tearful.

“I’d like to bring you back into the Black Family, you and your family,” he told the woman, hearing a small sob from the strong Healer. Maglugg shuffled back in with his assistant carrying several parchments.

“Once you’ve signed these, the gifted monies will be moved to your personal vaults,” the goblin told them. Over the next half hour, the room was filled with the scratching of quills as all read the contracts and signed them. Edward ‘Ted’ Tonks scrutinised the contracts before allowing his wife and daughter to sign. He caught Sirius looking at him carefully.

“Are you still a law-Wizard?” the Animagus asked.

“Yes, though still a junior Lawyer for Avery & Rowle,” Ted sounded slightly bitter.

“Well, I may have an offer for you, and I hope you can give me some recommendations,” Sirius spoke a little mysteriously as he became distracted.

“Thank you, Lady Malfoy, for your time,” Maglugg said. She spoke her goodbyes and started to leave the room with her usual grace, but Sirius caught Narcissa at the door.

“I know you and I were close once, but you’ve changed since marrying Lucius,” Sirius started.

“You went to prison,” Narcissa sniffed, trying to maintain her disdain.

“I know, but if you need sanctuary, you and Draco are welcome to come to Hárasteorra Hall. I will protect you and annul your marriage, if need be,” Sirius told her, well, seriously.

“Thank you, Cousin,” she replied, nodding her head. She left with a lot on her mind. A new, strong Head of House Black could go extremely far and cause many changes. Sirius, meanwhile, turned back to the others, talking to them all briefly before they left, promising to keep in touch with the new Duke. Maglugg led the man back to his office, where Remus was poring over the Ledgers.

“How did it go?” the werewolf asked.

“Surprisingly well, there were a few shocks, especially with how generous Grandfather was,” the one-time convict returned, taking a seat next to his best friend, “Any bombshells I should be aware of?” 

“I’ve found two trust funds besides what we went through this morning. One replenishes itself with G20,000 every year and is currently sitting at G300,000, while the other replenishes itself at G15,000 to a current value of G165,000.”

“What or who are they for?” Sirius looked perplexed, “Trust funds are for children of the Duke of Anglia until age seventeen. I am fairly sure I would know if I had children,”

“I can’t imagine you with children,” Remus laughed at the man, so the pair both turned to look at Maglugg.

“Before we finished today, I was going to speak to you about Harry Potter. Gringotts has been wishing to see him for a while. Unfortunately, there have been some issues with his trust fund,” Maglugg said with a sparkle in his eye, changing the subject.

 

14th July 1995

 

Two days had passed since Harry had woken from his coma, two days since Remus and Sirius had told him about the visit to Gringotts. He was glad to see his godfather happy and become the Head of House Black. But he wondered at Sirius’s last comment that the goblins wanted to speak to him. Dumbledore had held his key since he was born. Surely, they would have talked to the headmaster if they needed anything. Though with the latest events, Harry began to suspect why they did not speak to his erstwhile ‘guardian’. Rain drizzled down the window, typical weather for the UK in summer than the heatwave they had endured.

“I’ve got something for you,” Sirius’s voice drew Harry out of his musings. The man had some clothes hanging over his arm, “These were my brother’s, but they should fit you. We do not want you visiting Gringotts looking like a street urchin.”

“I’m surprised Remus got you into anything decent,” Harry quipped back. Indeed, the former criminal looked better than ever. He had been seeing a discreet Healer recommended by Andromeda and eating well. His black beard was trimmed, and his dark hair was pulled into a ponytail. Sirius was dressed in the finest robes with the Black House Coat of arms on the left breast.

“Be ready in fifteen minutes,” the man warned, glaring at the boy. Harry quickly found smart trousers, a white shirt, and a black jumper. He tried to smother his hair down but failed with a sigh. Harry followed the noise downstairs until the teen found Remus and Sirius in the Floo room, as he called it. Remus also looked a lot better, his last change had been seven days ago, but he had a lot more colour and was beginning to fill out a bit. His robes also fit him better than the shabby ones he once wore.

“Ready to go,” Remus asked him with a smile, “We’ll be going straight to Maglugg’s office, then speak to the Potter family Manager.”

“I have a family manager?” Harry asked nervously. He did not receive an answer, though.

“Maglugg’s office, Gringotts,” Sirius called out before being whooshed away in the green flames. Remus followed soon after. Harry stood there for a moment, then called out the address. Harry immediately felt dizzy as the flames twirled him ever faster until they spat him out at his destination. He rolled out on the floor to look up at his quasi-uncles, who were chuckling at him. Sirius offered his hand, so the boy took it, brushing off all the soot. When Harry stood up, he looked around the office; it was big for such a small person, but Harry thought it might be designed like that to intimidate pure-bloods. The goblin behind the desk was dressed in a fine suit and looked old. He also noticed another goblin with him, younger than the first.

“Harry, the esteemed gentleman behind the desk, is Maglugg, House of Black’s Account Manager,” Sirius introduced.

“This is Duggat, the Potter Account Manager,” Maglugg waved in the other goblin’s direction.

“I have not got my vault key. My, er, guardian Dumbledore has it.” The goblin swore in the creature’s native tongue, Ghukliak, rudely called Gobbledygook by wizards.

“Forgive my colleague. Albus Dumbledore has never been your guardian. By ministry standards, he has appointed himself your guardian. But Sirius Black has been your guardian since birth, and that has not changed,” Maglugg looked at the man interestingly.

“I am sorry,” Duggat appeared shamed, “You are the recipient of a trust fund set up by your mother.”

“I have recently taken over supervising the trust Account. Duggat’s assistant was working with someone to remove monies from your account systematically,” Maglugg told them.

“What about the Potter Vaults?” Sirius asked.

“Harry does not have access to those at this time.”

“What? Why?” the man blinked, suddenly confused about what was happening. The old goblin turned to look at the boy.

“You have access to a lockbox kept here by Lily Evans. Would you like to see it?” Maglugg asked, surprising them all by changing the subject. Harry looked at his godfather, unsure if he wanted to see something of his mothers. The older man nodded at him giving a reassuring smile.

“OK, yes, please,” Maglugg turned to Duggat, speaking to him in their native tongue. Then, the other goblin disappeared, “I only thought you had vaults here.”

“Sometimes a client wishes to lock up smaller things or have less money to use a vault,” Maglugg explained, “It is much easier to get to one’s lockbox than to get to a vault.”

“Sounds good.” At that moment, Duggat entered carrying a substantial metal box with a lock. He placed it on Maglugg’s desk, who immediately withdrew a key and unlocked the box. All three humans leaned in closer to look at the contents. There appeared to be a narrow wooden box and a letter, nothing else. Sirius withdrew the slim, tall box slipping off the lid to find it held several vials of memories. Harry, with a degree of anticipation, withdrew the letter. It was addressed to him, written on Muggle paper with a biro. Unfolding it reverently, he looked down at the neat words written by his mother.

 

 

Harry dropped the letter on the desk swaying a little bit; surely, she got it wrong. James Potter was his father.

“Harry’s, what’s the matter?” Sirius looked at his godson, concerned. Harry just tapped the piece of paper as tears began to form. The man quickly read it, stopping when he came to the same bit as Harry.

“No, it cannot be. I think I would remember something like that. Your mother was only my friend,” Sirius stuttered, taking a seat. Remus looked between the pair.

“What’s happened?” Remus asked, confused. Silence followed for several moments before Harry answered.

“Sirius is my dad!”