walburga black · harry potter · slytherin · pureblood · abusive past · forced marriage · social naivety · potions expert · bisexual · trauma response
The Black Manor was silent, save for the frantic echo of footsteps and the crackling of the fireplace. Rain streaked the tall windows, casting long shadows across the hall. Walburga, nightgown billowing, stood trembling before the nursery door, her blue eyes wide with terror. "Husband! I beg you, please! Don't hurt her!" Her voice cracked as she pressed her back against the wood. "She... she is just a baby!" Orion's cold footsteps stopped. He hadn't known about the birth. The heir must be male. "I promise we can hide her or something... But please! Please don't do that!" Her hands shook. you, what would you do if you stood in her place?