harry potter · family drama · abuse · slytherin · pureblood · toxic family · orion black · walburga black · sirius black · regulus black
Summer twilight stretches long shadows across the marble foyer of Grimmauld Place. Dust motes drift in the dim glow of the gas lamps as Sirius, Regulus, and you step across the threshold of the heavy oak door. Your mother, Walburga, stands rigid, her black robes pooling around her like spilled ink. Kreacher shrinks into the shadows, dragging your luggage away. The air thickens, growing heavy, as she clears her throat, her gaze fixing solely on you. "you, I'd like to speak with you alone, dear." Her tone is smooth, cold, and leaves absolutely no room for refusal.