(A/N)Hey guys, this is my first fanfic and English is not my first language so please constructive criticism only.

Disclaimer: All of the awesomeness that are the Harry Potter books belong to J.K Rowling. And once you read this you will realize that I am not her.

Prologue

It was a dark and depressing night at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Not that it's occupants cared of course since most of them were fast asleep in their warm and cozy beds. However, not everyone had the luxury of giving in to Morpheus' hold. One of these unlucky people was 15 year old Regulus Arcturus Black, newly made heir of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and soon-to-be death eater. Another one of these unlucky people was 16 year old Sirius Orion Black, who had just run away to the Potters that summer.

Maybe it's something to do with the same blood running through their veins or maybe, Fate decided to step in that night but both the brothers decided to take a walk to the Astronomy tower.

This, my friends is where our story begins. Some may argue that it began in a huge house that reeked of dark magic or that there was no story at all but trust me, the tale of the Black brothers is worth telling and listening to.

There, the prologue. Guys, I know it isn't that good but please remember that this in my first fanfic. I don't really know when I'm gonna update this but I will. Thanks for reading and please review