44 parts Ongoing The frigid winds of Forks, Washington, blew so hard that Sirius' squib brother, busy beating fat chunks of wood with a withered old axe, didn't hear the crack of apparition behind him. Even though they grew up separately, Sirius knew the man in front of him was the older brother his cruel mother threw away when the healers detected no magic within him. Sirius was glad his brother, Charlie Swan, never grew to know what horrible people his birth family were. He never knew the neglect, the vicious words his deranged mother constantly threw at him. Most of all, he was glad Charlie never knew what the Cruciatus curse felt like. He was the perfect person to raise his child, born into the family yet not bred by them.
~I do not own anything other than the OC characters I create in both stories, this story will be two books.