Since the loss of the Black couple in 1979 and 1980, Astrophel had lived with his grandparents, Orion and Walburga Black.
"Alexa. . ." Regulus sighed. He knew she did something stupid.
For those who knew Alexandra Black née Park, they knew she died idiotically fighting Lord Voldemort. It was kept quite hushed down because the family didn't need the world to know their Alexandra was dead.
The screen panned to #12 Grimmauld Place, the bottom of the screen read 1982. The screen zoomed into the house, the Black family was doting upon Astrophel. The boy was smiling without a care in the world.
The Black brothers glared at the screen. At the age of two, they were taught how to control their emotions, yet they didn't care that the Black heir was showing emotion.
The whole family adored him. The boy was a fast learner but one thing the family regrets is not letting their children be happy, forcing their beliefs into them. So they didn't force their beliefs into him but they still taught him the manners of a proper pureblood.
But their happiness soon stopped. Durella started shaking.
"Durella? Are you okay?" Cygnus asked.
"Help!" Durella got out before foam started coming out of her mouth.
"Rabies?"
She was shaking violently and fell to the floor. She was still.
"Durella! Is she okay? Is she still alive?!" Walburga screeched.
Unfortunately, she died. Someone put poison in her tea. From then on, Cygnus, Orion, and Walburga no longer trusted each other.
"Mum. . .," Narcissa started crying.
"Walburga! Have you seen my wand?" Orion called from the sitting room.
He got no response. All he heard was Kreacher's violent sobs. Curious, he went to go look for Walburga.
He found her. He body was cut up into pieces, blood splattered everywhere.
"Cygnus Black!" Orion raged.
Orion was so mad, he didn't see the figure behind him disappear.
Cygnus was mourning over his wife when he was stabbed in the heart. He fell dead instantly.
"Oh my gods. . ."
First and second years started sobbing. Most third years stared at the screen in horror, shaking in their seats.
Orion was teaching Astrophel some not-so-friendly spells when he was alerted of the wards going off.
"Astrophel, stay here," Orion muttered.
"Isn't the wards supposed to keep people who harm the family out?" Euphemia asked.
"Yes. I believe it was tampered with," Orion sneered.
A gunshot was heard. Straight to the heart, Orion died. Blood was everywhere. The intruder found Astrophel. He got hit with a simple 'Avada Kedavra' and fell to the ground. The intruder left in a hurry.
"My son!" Alexandra cried out in outrage. "Who dare kill my son?!"
Regulus was just as mad as his future wife. Sirius stared at the screen in shock. As much as he hated them, they still raised him — not so well but still.
If the intruder had stayed longer, he would've saw Astrophel get up and disappear. Another had survived the killing curse.
The screen shifted into two. It showed Narcissa and Andromeda crying at the Daily Prophet pronouncing to the world that all the Black's had died.
The prefects we're trying to calm down the crying first years. A note flew into McGonagall's lap.
Wᴇ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴄᴏɴsɪᴅᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪs ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ, sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜɪʀᴅ ʏᴇᴀʀs. Tʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴏᴜᴛ.
Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀs ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇғᴇᴄᴛs ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴇsᴄᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. Wᴇ ᴀsᴋ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪғᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ sɪxᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴘʀᴇғᴇᴄᴛs sᴛᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.
Oɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍs, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ. Dɪᴅ ᴡᴇ ғᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜɪs ʜᴀʟʟ ɪs ғʀᴏᴢᴇɴ?
Tʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴄᴜᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʀʏ.
"Prefects! Please escort them to their respective houses and stay with them!" Dumbledore clapped, they obliged quickly.
There were some small groans from the prefects but they couldn't do anything about it. They just hoped someone will tell them what happens in the rest of the documentary and for the two movies.
"Well isn't that nice to know we die in such a horrific way," Cygnus grunted out sarcastically.
"It's such a happy way to die," Orion agreed with an eye roll.