Here's my last response to Lady Eleanor Boleyn's Births, Marriages and Deaths challenge, 200 words exactly… Enjoy!

Named after the song by Florence and The Machine.

The scream echoed, high and sharp, all across the ancient house of 12, Grimmauld Place.

Walburga slumped back against the pillows in relief and in his excitement – something truly out of the ordinary – Orion hugged little Sirius hard, hard enough to hurt.

The infant, reeling from the newness, was passed from hand to hand like a valuable artifact. Cygnus and Druella exchanged a dark glance as the rest of the family gushed. In the corner, ten-year-old Bellatrix was glaring, tight-lipped. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black had a second heir, both of them to carry the name and values of their ancestors with pride and talent, and pass it on to their offspring.

Regulus Arcturus Black, they called him, tasting the syllables elaborately woven in such a powerful name with unrestrained glee. The newborn child wailed weakly. Torn from the hot waters of his mother's womb, he longed confusedly for a warm, gentle and reassuring touch. Instead he was carefully handed round by white and cool, aristocratic fingers that pulled him to them like a doll. An elf wrapped him in a blanket, and the baby shut his eyes in fright.

Such was his welcome to the world.