In which the untold story of Walburga Black unfolds.
She was a witch before she was a wife, mother, and cruel woman.
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"You failed as a mother; I failed as a son. Can you sit here truthfully, and say you love me? Look in my eyes, and say that you...
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"My father and mother left months ago, claimed they grew tired of living here." Orion spoke as he led her down the long hallways of Grimmauld Place.
The long hallways once again felt suffocating as they entered the study of the ground floor.
Upon entering the study, the room revealed itself to be a testament to the family's wealth and lineage. Dark mahogany shelves lined the walls, bearing the weight of countless tomes filled with magical knowledge and dark arts.
The study's centerpiece was a grand oak desk, ornately carved with intricate patterns. The dim light filtering through heavy curtains played upon the polished surface. A large family tree tapestry adorned one wall, showcasing the interconnected branches of the Black family, tracing their lineage through generations.
Dust particles danced in the sunlight that managed to pierce through the heavy drapes, giving the room an ethereal quality as if frozen in time.
He called upon Kreacher as Walburga was admiring the family tree.
The sound of Kreacher's apparition echoed through the study, and the aged house-elf appeared with a bow. His gaunt frame and drooping ears bore the weight of decades of servitude.
"You called, Master Orion," Kreacher rasped, his eyes glinting with a mix of weariness and begrudging loyalty.
Orion gestured towards Walburga. "Prepare a light lunch for my lady, and ensure our belongings are brought up to the master bedroom."
Kreacher nodded. "As you wish, Master Orion." With a crack, he vanished, leaving the couple alone in the dimly lit study.
Orion took a moment to survey the room, the heavy tapestries depicting the Black family history, and the ornate furniture that seemed to carry the weight of countless secrets.
"Sit down, Walburga," Orion gestured towards a plush armchair. "How are you feeling? Is your side hurting at all?"
Walburga eased herself into the plush armchair, the slight pain from her side a constant reminder of the battle. She looked at Orion, her gaze meeting his. "Physically, I'm on the mending side. Emotionally, I'm navigating through a labyrinth of revelations."
They hadn't spoken since the healer had given them the news of her wounds back at the hospital.
