"Where are my children?!" Cassiopeia’s shrieking voice echoed from the office, the sound of heels clicking against the stone ground was loud in the silent room. Tom found himself wide-eyed in a flashback to when Walburga discovered that Orion, Cygnus and Alphard had taken a three-year-old Sirius and one-year-old Regulus to a muggle zoo. The three of them had named it the Night of the Banshee. Somehow Sirius and Regulus had slept through their Mother’s shrieking for actual hours, Sirius himself had gone on to be one of the few male Blacks with the gift for it. Thankfully the infamous Black family madness caused by inbreeding had managed to avoid most of the Black’s still alive. Sirius had a mild form, mostly seen in his complete and total lack of impulse control and inability to think before he spoke. But even Bellatrix had a mild form compared to the Banshee herself, Walburga. Although mostly untouched, tiny sparks of it could be seen in Cassiopeia, Narcissa and Andromeda’s eyes if their children were threatened.