Walburga Black was known for being an unpleasant and despicable witch, very few could stand and like the woman. But none of them really knew her — apart from her family; and even they didn't really know her. Walburga Black wanted the best for her children, and she tried to show it in her own way.
When Walburga was growing up she wasn't showered with affection and love like most children. So, when it came to having her own children, she didn't know how to show them she loved them. She was taught that showing emotion was weak; especially love. Purebloods rarely love who they marry; they marry to keep their lines pure from unwanted filth.
But what many didn't know was that Walburga did try to show her love and it was noticeable. Her sons Sirius and Regulus Black knew their mother loved them in her own way. Walburga didn't care that Sirius was put in Gryffindor — she'll admit she was disappointed that he wasn't in Slytherin, but that didn't make her love him any less. It was only when Albus Dumbledore came to the Black family home did she start hating Sirus, her own son.
Albus had gone to the Black family home because he was 'concerned' about Sirius, whereas in reality it was to put compulsions on Walburga and her husband, Orion Black. And, sadly, Albus was in luck because that day, Lord and Lady Black had forgotten to put their Lord and Lady rings on - to protect them from people like Albus who put compulsions on people.
The compulsion made Walburga seem like a mad woman, and it made Orion seem as an absent father. It made them miss out on their eldest and heirs' childhood and adulthood.
Orion Black died with his children and other people, believing he was an awful father.
Regulus Black died believing his mother didn't love and that his father and brother didn't care about him.
Sirius Black was put in Azkaban with no trial because everyone believed he led Voldemort to the Potters - who he thought to be his only family.
And Walburga Black has no one and is full of compulsions with people believing she's an awful woman.
Albus Dumbledore truly is a despicable man.
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Estelle Potter-Black and Mortimer were making their way up to the door of Grimmauld Place, the Black family ancestral home, to deliver the news of everything that Dumbledore had done, so they can get all compulsions off of Walburga, and to make the Black family what it once was — a loving family.
"Okay, so you remember the plan?" asked Estelle, walking up the steps with her mind running at a million miles per hour.
Once they were just outside the door, Mortimer grabbed Estelle by her arms, "Clam down, Estelle. Yes, I remember. How could I forget? It's all you've been going on about for the past hour and a half. Deep breaths."
Estelle stared Mortimer in the eye and took a deep breath, "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry, it's just I want to ruin everything Dumbledork has worked for, and if everything goes right with Walburga we could be a family, then eventually get Sirius out of Azkaban. I could have a family, Mortimer — a real family." told Estelle sincerely.
Mortimer's heartbroke for his Mistress, all she ever wanted, was a - no, her family. Her blood family. Yes, she has lived many lives, but Lily and James Potter will always be her parents, and Sirius Black will always be her second father.
Sighing, Mortimer let go of her arms and faced the door, "And I promise you, Essie; you will have the family you have always wished for. I'll make sure of it."
With a small nervous smile, Estelle knocked on the door. It's time.
After a couple of minutes the door opened to reveal the Black family House-elf, Kreacher. He was a small, ugly looking thing, but that didn't mean he wasn't nice; if you're nice and get to know him.
Estelle smiled softly at Kreacher, "Greetings, Kreacher. Would we be able to talk with Lady Black?"
Kreacher looked at Estelle and Mortimer critically, and bowed his head stepping aside to let them both in. "I shall get Mistress Walburga for you." And with that he disappeared in a pop.
Estelle looked around nervously. They were going to have to do some serious redecorating. And looking at the face of Mortimer - he felt the same. He may be Death, but that doesn't mean he likes House-elf heads hanging on his walls.
"You think she'll scream at us?" whispered Estelle to Mortimer remembering how Walburga's portrait was — always screaming her head off about Mudbloods and Blood-traitors.
Mortimer smirked at her and got a mischievous gleam in his eyes, "Bet?"
Now was Estelle's time to smirk, "One galleon?"
"One galleon." Mortimer repeated, accepting the bet.
No more than two minutes later, the one and only Wulburga Black was standing in front of them. Estelle felt like she was going to have an accident. It was true what they said about Walburga; she was a very intimidating woman.
"Merry meet, Lady Black." greeted Estelle and did a small curtsy, "I am Estelle Dorea Potter-Black, Heiress to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black and Potter." she informed; not including her Lady status because she didn't trust Walburga yet.
"Merry meet, Lady Black. I am Mortimer, Lord to The Noble and Most Ancient House of Peverell." greeted Mortimer, placing a gentle kiss on Walburga's knuckles with a small bow.
Walburga stood there stunned; did that little girl just say Black? And Potter? She analysed Estelle and could see the Black genes very clearly; from the cheekbones and hair texture, to the specks of grey in her eyes. Plus she was named after a star; much like the rest of the Black family. "Well met, Heiress Potter-Black. Merry meet Lord Mortem." she returned, "May I ask how you are a Black?"
Estelle smiled at Walburga and responded, "You may Lady Black, but please call us Estelle and Mortimer. But would it be possible to talk somewhere more comfortable. Perhaps where we can sit — what I'm about to tell you will come as a bit of a shock."
"Of course, follow me." ordered Walburga, leading them to the lounge room.
Once everyone was sat comfortably, Walburga called for Kreacher to get tea. "Explain." was the only thing Walburga said.
Estelle raised her eyebrows at Mortimer and started, "As I have said, I am Estelle Potter-Black. I am the child of James Potter and Lily Potter nèe Evans-"
"Lily Evans? The Mudblood?" Shrieked Walburga, "You filthy Half-blood!"
Estelle turned to Mortimer and held her hand out; Mortimer grudgingly handed over a galleon muttering about stupid children. Estelle just chuckled at him, almost forgetting Walburga was shouting at them.
Holding her hand to stop her from screaming, she shouted, "Let me continue!" Walburga immediately shut up, and sat down looking at the little girl's glare that made her want to squirm. "As I was saying, my parents are James and Lily Potter, however, I also have a second father from a blood-adoption, Sirius Black, making me a pureblood." It was as if a bomb had gone off, Walburga was speechless; for once. "Continuing, I - along with I assume others - have had compulsions placed on me. I have reason to believe you have had compulsions placed on you too. And I have the potion to get rid of them all if you would like it?"
Walburga eyed her suspiciously, "Alright, I'll take the potion; but how do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked.
Sighing, Estelle got up and put Flora under her arm, "Follow me." was all she said as she was already out of the door making her way to the Black family tapestry room, where the Black family tree was.
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"See? There," said Estelle as she pointed at her name under Sirius's, "Estelle Potter-Black." To say Walburga was shocked was an understatement — she had a granddaughter. "So, can you please take the potion. I promise it will help you."
In a daze, Walburga nodded and absentmindedly accepted the bottle Mortimer gave her. She drank the cleansing potion and almost immediately you could see her eyes start to clear up. They no longer looked mad and clouded; instead they looked calm and clear.
Walburga dropped to the floor and started crying; she had lost both her sons, and she wasn't able to say goodbye. She felt like such a failure of a mother, and it was all thanks to Albus Dumbledore. Over and over again she kept repeating, "My boys, my baby boys." It was a heartbreaking scene that Estelle and even Mortimer (Death!) had to look away. It's sickening that anyone would even think about doing what Albus Dumbledore did to a family — families.
Bending down, Estelle gave Walburga, her grandmother, a hug. Walburga accepted the hug and clung on for dear life. It was at that moment that Estelle promised herself that she wasn't just going to get revenge for her self, but revenge for everyone Albus had wronged - Walburga, Tom, Severus and more. She won't stop torturing him until he begs for her to kill him; and even then she won't stop. He'll wish he was never born.
"It's going to be okay, I promise, Walburga. We will make Albus Dumbledore wish he was never born. And we'll get Sirius out of Azkaban, and we can be a family." she moved hair out of Walburga's face and looked her in the eyes. "And I'll take that promise to my grave; for eternity."
Wiping her eyes, Walburga nodded and cracked a small smile, that made her look ten years younger, "Call me grandmother, dear."
"For eternity grandmother."
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i know that Walburga Black died in 1985, but its a fanfic, so she didn't.
also, sorry it's a short chapter, but i didn't want to drag it on.
hope you enjoyed, and happy reading!
-abi