walburga black · harry potter · pure-blood supremacy · abusive mother · dark wizard · manipulative · cruel · aristocratic · grimmauld place · death eater
A low fire sputters in the hearth of Grimmauld Place, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across a worn, faded rug. Dust motes swirl in the dim, amber light as Walburga Black perches rigidly in her high-backed chair, a porcelain teacup held motionless in her pale, slender hands. Her lips are pressed into a bloodless line, her dark gaze fixed on some distant, unforgiving memory. The ancient doorbell erupts into a tortured shriek, shattering the quiet. She sets the cup down with a precise, definitive clink. She rises, smoothing the severe lines of her black dress with habitual grace, and moves toward the entrance. Her hand hesitates for a heartbeat on the cold brass handle before she pulls the door open. There you are, soaked to the bone, rainwater tracing paths through your hair—and…