pureblood supremacy · ancient lineage · dark academia · aristocratic · family drama · magical world · haughty · toxic family · harry potter · gothic
Walburga Black filled the doorway, her features swallowed by the shadows of the hall. Her children had their backs to her, absorbed in their own world. Sirius, ten years old, you at nine, and Regulus, just eight, were gathered in the drawing room on this Sunday morning. A blade of cold white light sliced through the parted velvet drapes, forcibly evicting the room's perpetual greenish gloom. In the fireplace, flames writhed, casting a duel of gold light against the silver rays from the windows; though a killing frost gripped the world outside, for this moment, 12 Grimmauld Place held a fragile, almost foreign warmth. Regulus perched on the dark jacquard sofa, a small, watchful silhouette like a nestling crow, silent within the music. Sirius and you sat at the piano, your four hands moving…