002 // MC discovers his new identity.

It was probably a few weeks after he came out of his new mother's womb that he could make somewhat sense of words said by other people again. They were speaking English, but it was not similar to English spoken by where he was from. The words they spoke had a posh twang to them and were spoken as if they were in a period drama. But after enough observation, using his infant intelligence, he deduced that he was still British in some way and yes he was still a male, thankyou very much.

His primary caretaker was an elegant-looking ancient lady who was addressed as Madam Polly by people who visited him on regular basis. Another lady, who was probably his mother tried breastfeeding him in the beginning, but after suffering the humiliation of it in his mind, he started crying every time he saw her trying to feed him that way. He created a racket so huge that she stopped only after trying a few times and then procured an old bottle-like thing with a soft nipple. He was pretty sure it wasn't made of plastic Still, his hunger forced him to suck substance greedily from it every time he was presented with it at regular intervals, or when he cried out of hunger.

The most baffling thing about his existence was a strange creature that assisted my nanny, Madam Polly, in taking care of him and keeping his nursery clean. He started recognizing it was some other creature than a human child when he entered 2nd month of his existence. This creature was called Kint or elf by Madam Polly and it usually snapped its fingers whenever he made a mess in his cloth nappy or general mess, as babies tend to do that a lot, even unknowingly. He wasn't in control of his body, so he felt that he had a solid excuse for making a mess unapologetically.

His nursery where he was kept had a captivating ceiling with glowing stars with constellations on it. He was able to see these formations somewhat clearly when he entered his 4th month of existence. Before that, he could only make out the faces of people who held him close as well as his various toys, which were soft and fluffy and looked like snakes and unicorns. He couldn't understand the concept of time but he could surely tell when Madam Polly called me little master and declared how old he was every week while talking to people visiting him.

One thing was sure, He was not in the world he had left behind. This world had strange servant creatures, old-fashioned cribs, ornate furniture, and heavy bottles not made of plastic and weird clothes. He couldn't forget the white nightgown thing he was forced to wear but who, where, when, why still eluded him.

As he didn't have anything to do, he tried his best to control his body. Be it turning, crawling, babbling, unwanted crying, or anything. It was his primary goal for now. He needed a goal to stay sane and controlling his body on his own seemed a perfect one.

His baby body made him sleep for most of the time, cry other times, or poop and pee whenever it felt like it. His motor functions weren't available to him yet and He couldn't even lift his head, so he started to get lost in his mind. He used to meditate in his old life, while thinking chess moves or deeply thinking about one law or other, so he knew how a person felt when lost in meditation. He felt different while meditating in this tiny baby's body. He felt some sort of current flowing through his body other than his blood. He had never felt that before in his old life, so according to logic, He concluded after observing and feeling a flowing current that it must be in blood or his veins somehow. His blood was full of some sort of power but it was very faint. Only His somewhat adult mind could sense any difference from normal norms. He reached to it subconsciously and it responded back and with the time He started to feel it at his fingertips. It was weird and new and scary and oh so exciting.

Life passed as Madam Polly and the elves took care of him, they cleaned him with a snap of their fingers, fed me with an extremely old-fashioned bottle which didn't mean shit while guessing time, and sang him weird lullabies which didn't make any sense to him. His Nanny did the same in her turn with her stick and a warm feeling usually washed over his body whenever she cleaned him.

His family still visited him daily, the lady he had assumed was his mother usually held him for the longest, while he felt gentle patting of strong hands on his head or his back from a male who accompanied his presumed mother.

Suddenly one day when he was nearing 5 months mark of existence, Madam Polly declared something in happy tones which made him very happy.

"Young Master, today on the vernal equinox, you would be blessed with a name of your own by Head of our house." She declared, cooing at him as he babbled happily at her words and infectious smile.

She cleaned him in warm pleasant water using a gentle cloth with her hands. He could see her using multiple products taken out from glass bottles while bathing him and everything she used smelled wonderful and almost fell asleep multiple times in the bathtub. She then dressed him in a golden white gown, only slightly different from what he was made to wear daily. Both of them didn't stop smiling the whole time.

She took him to a large sitting room filled with lots of people. She gently passed me to the figure he had come to recognize as his new father, purely by speculation and face, He babbled happily at his father, who proudly patted him at his head while holding him gently.

He focused his senses on deducing what was going on, his hearing was developed enough to listen and discern what was happening, so when his father passed him to the older man, who had visited him multiple times in past, I immediately connected dots. This was his grandfather most probably, as well as the head of the house, as referred to by Madam Polly.

"How's the child, Madam Hector? Is he healthy enough for the naming ceremony?" The man who held him, still not sure about him being his grandfather asked.

"Young Master is developing nicely with a strong set of lungs whenever something displeases him, He is most defiantly healthy for the ceremony My Lord." She replied sounding proud of his accomplishments which amounted to crying and pooping till now.

"Good, we don't expect anything less from the future head of our family. Let the ceremony begin." Grandfather? said and then took him outside with everyone following excitedly. He was slightly afraid now, they were not going to kill him, right? right?. what kind of world was this, he could have been given a simple name in his room, what was all this pomp and ceremony stuff happening!! he was confused but remained silent for now.

As the cool air of March touched him for the first time, he felt free after so long. He felt tears welling up in his eyes but then controlled them with a lot of effort. He didn't want to miss out on what was going to happen to him.

He was laid down on soft squishy stone? he couldn't describe the sensation of it as it was very weird, as if somehow the hard stone was softened.

He tried to sit up and managed to roll over and get in a position from where he was able to see what other people were doing. He saw about 3 people, which included his grandfather, his father and a lady who had previously visited him multiple times but wasn't his mother. they were standing in a triangle formation around him as he turned his head to look closely, rest of the people moved away to the back. All 3 of them pointed their sticks at him, which made him panic for a moment but then he heard the start of what was like a song.

Everyone was speaking together in low melodic tones while 3 of them sent different coloured lights at me. He felt different types of energies trying to enter his body and closed his eyes instinctively. these energies were powering his own energy which he had felt previously in his body and Even with closed eyes, he could make out bright lights bathing him. Green, Silver and bronze. these lights made him feel good and he didn't want this to end ever.

After what felt like an eternity, the chanting stopped. He didn't cry even once during the whole procedure, even when he had felt sensation overload in his body. His probable grandfather picked him in his strong arms and carried him indoors.

when everything following him were standing in circle around him, his grandfather said in a serious voice, "I declare him, Sirius Rigel Black, firstborn son of the black family born on 21st day of 10th month of the year 1845, 2nd in a line of succession to the dukedom of Newcastle and son of Lord Cygnus black of Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Black and Lady Ella Black nee Max of Noble house of Max, on 20th day of 3rd month of 1846. On this Pious occasion of the vernal equinox, May Mother Gaia's blessing always be with our son."

With that, he touched newly dubbed Sirius's cheeks with his slightly cold fingers and Sirius finally burst out into tears. Loudly.