After 5 years of being reborn and with many twists and turns, after being discovered by old hag Dumbledore and sent to an orphanage, not some local but famous Wool's orphanage, the same as that of No Nose Guy's orphanage.
I dare to think this old hag must have dementia to send me here out of all the places in the world.
Luckily, I was adopted by a wealthy couple. They seem to be Noble and also of high ranking. Coincidentally, their surname was Blake. Their family was a Nobel Duchal family. They owned many businesses and real estate.
However, it seems that the couple was not in good health and wanted to adopt a child to inherit their wealth.
After all, they were nice to me, but sad news came soon, and my happy moments became happy memories.
My adoptive mother died when I was four, and knowing the situation, my adoptive father made a will and made an investment in my name.
Also, he changed my name to 'Black' as he knew that those greedy people who want to devour other people's property and become noble themselves.
With time, my adoptive father's health started to deteriorate, but before half a year of dying, he told me that he was a wizard from the Black family (exiled as he ran away with my adoptive mother) and 'Blake' was just a cover set by the family when he was sent to the orphanage by Dumbledore, but portraits of the family elders informed him that they would restore his name on the family tree if he did this work.
Thus, he trained me, told me about family things, and told me to follow my heart.
In his dying moment, his last words were, "I love you, my child."
All the portraits, including of my adoptive father, were hung both on the estate of Girmmauld Place and in Manor.
All the servants of my adoptive father were actually house elves. I was surprised that their value for buying from the Ministry of Magic was relatively high.
He told me from his portrait that they followed him from Hogwarts, swearing loyalty to him as he was low-key yet once a young master of the black and nice to everybody, hiding his identity, and amusing his uncle Orion about his nephew.
Well, another thing was that I was in the same school as our little Miss Gryffindor, but I think she should be in Ravenclaw.
Always was competing with others for grades and rank. I do not know why they always pester me about my studies and rank.
Well, after some time, I became accustomed to it.