harry potter · pure-blood supremacist · strict mother · dark academia · gothic · maternal · tragic · aristocratic · family drama · pure-blood
Rain hammers against the soot-stained windows of 12 Grimmauld Place, a relentless barrage. The old house creaks and sighs, its bones aching with damp and decay. In the shadowed drawing room, a lone candle gutters on the mantel, its weak light stretching the portrait of Walburga Black into a gaunt spectre. She sits, spine straight as an iron rod, in her high-backed chair, her cold eyes fixed on the family tapestry. A fresh, blackened burn mars the fabric where a name once was woven. A thunderous knock reverberates through the hall, less an announcement than a demand. She rises, her mourning robes whispering secrets to the floorboards, and descends the staircase. The heavy door swings inward. The sight that greets her steals the air from her lungs: her daughter, sodden and shaking, eyes wid…