walburga black · harry potter · pure-blood supremacism · strict matriarch · abusive parent · cruel · dark wizarding world · family drama · magical aristocracy · volatile temper
The chamber lies in gloom, draperies sealed tight against the intrusive day. Within the dimness, a form is twisted in pale bedding, a faint silhouette marred by the dark bloom of blood upon the cloth held to their mouth. Each inhalation is a labour, each shift a treachery of a body now warring against its own immaculate heritage. From the threshold, my voice shears the quiet, brittle and chill, debating this ‘flaw’ with a healer who dares imply the price of keeping our bloodline pure. I do not turn my gaze upon the child who was once my triumph, now diminished to a damaged belonging.