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"Blacks," he corrected.
Mia sat back, looking more shocked over this admission than she had been about
his sudden distaste for Contraceptive Charms. "We're giving our future children your name
now? I remember you being fairly against that idea."
"I made a promise to your mum. Cleanse the House. Fix the family. Dromeda and
Cissa, they want me to take the Black seat on the Wizengamot."
"Well, that's insane," she said with a laugh, and he sighed with relief, thrilled that
she did not hold the same opinion as his deranged cousins. "You'll end up back in Azkaban
the first day when someone tells you that you can't speak out of turn."
"I tried telling them that!" Sirius shouted in agreement. "I wanted nothing to do with
my family and the name but then... I had a sit down with Draco a few days ago after the
two of you were done working on his Dark Mark. He wants to rebuild the Malfoy name.
Boy's stubborn and driven. Do you know the words of House of Malfoy?"
Mia nodded. "Sanctimonia Vincet Semper. Purity Will Always Conquer."
"Toujours Pur. Always Pure," Sirius said with utter contempt. "Always about the
purity. I told Draco as the Head of his House now, he should strike the words, burn the
family crest, and start new."
Mia chuckled. "Knowing Draco, he had something to say about that."
Sirius dipped his head. "He gave me a long list of synonyms for purity. Goodness,
honour, integrity." He sighed as he looked down at his hands. "I think... I want to rebuild
my Noble and Most Ancient House. Actually make it noble."
Mia gave him a proud smile that warmed him inside. Despite the difference in
colouring, the way she stared at him as though he had done something right, made him
think of Dorea.
"And you want someone to leave a legacy to?"
Sirius reached out for her, leaning forward and kissing her collarbone, wrapping an
arm around her waist and pulling her up against him. "I want a future with you. Nothing
holding us back. I want to selfishly have it all," he admitted before leaning his head down
and recapturing the peak of one breast between his lips.
Mia gasped, running her fingers through his hair as he tongued her sensitive flesh.
"We still have enemies out there. Voldemort was a cancer, there's still an infection."
Sirius growled. "Then we cleanse it all."