Jocelyn Carina Tonks. That's what everyone knows me by. But no, that's not my real name. It's actually Black. Jocelyn Carina Black. My siblings and I have been keeping it a secret for the past 13 years that we are the children of the infamous traitor and murderer, Sirius Black. Following our late mother's wishes, we remained quiet about our true parentage and grew up under the care of our legal guardian and aunt, Andromeda Tonks alongside with her muggle husband and their daughter, Nymphadora. Life was good for all four of us. Even the last two years in Hogwarts were okay. Excluding the fact that my siblings are all in Gryffindor while I was sorted in... Slytherin, and how the son of the parents whom my father betrayed happens to be in the same year as me. Life definitely couldn't be better. Not. But that's not the story that I wanted to share. It's not about how Harry Potter grew up without his parents. It's not about how he learned the secrets and lies about his past. It's not about him training to fight He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. And it's definitely not about him trying to stay alive and protecting everyone. This story is about me. This story is about my family. And this story is about how I stood and fought to keep my identity. My name is Jocelyn Carina Black. But is it really?
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