When a witch is born the world rejoices. Though Pollux and Irma hoped for a son. A male to secure their bloodline. And so starts the great tragedy of walburga black.the moment she was found to be a woman on a cold spring night in may. But her tragedy was written long ago by the stars themselves,a child forced to marry,a woman forced to bear heirs,a child forced to become the one thing she vowed not to be.Months later came her baby brother alphard louis black. He was the star of the home and often left her wondering why couldn't they love her in that way? Was it because she had been bad? She hadnt meant it. She was only 2. A few months after her 3rd birthday came cygnus auguste black, once again it left her wondering why the baby was loved more?Had she done anything wrong? She would try better she promised herself shed be perfect so mommy and daddy would love her like they did the boys.but she never blamed them no how could she they were her babies.
Walburga woke on september 1st 1936 she had just turned 11 a few months prior. Oh how happy she was to finally go to school, and yet she acted like it was nothing showing no excitement she had been taught from a young age to control her emotions ‘a lady of the house of black is not to act in such manner’ the words rang in her head over and over reminding her who she was. And she knew she had to be perfect. She rolled in bed, her curls tangled, her eyes groggy, pulling the blankets over her body knowing she'd have to get up before her mom walked in. she heard a creak in the door and her body instinctively flinched before she heard a tussle of the sheets and small footsteps as her body relaxed. “Sissy sissy wake up” she heard two voices calling as they jumped onto the bed shaking her small hands on her shoulders. She smiled as she opened her eyes.she laughs as she starts pushing them they are kids for one last day together. They heard footsteps and she immediately stopped and tucked them under the pillow. She knew what was coming if they found them in her room.
She stood up straight and rubbed her eyes as her door opened. Irma walked in and eyed her up and down “good. You're awake. Get dressed.” she said coldly with her hair neatly tucked into a bun, her features still yet her eyes had a certain warmth that she had only seen on rare occasions and yet she craved to see it everytime. Walburga nods”yes maman”she replies and as irma walks out she lets out the breath she didnt know she was holding. The kids quickly wiggle out from under giggling. She knew she had only a few hours before she left and they'd have to learn a painful reality. The truth of being a black. The truth she had done her best to protect them from for the past 9 years.
She gets up getting dressed her skirt neatly ironed her shirt pressed as she is reminded of what she represents.who she is. She gets ready fixing her hair up her curls messy her own personal rebelion, though subtle she leaves a few strands out if only to say '¡hah! there is one thing I can control around here' a small sense of satisfaction. She goes downstairs and sits at the table looking up at her mother. "Maman. May I start eating" she asks a simple question most kids wouldnt think twice about,yet to them they knew the consequences if they didn't ask the pain the cuts the torture that would ensue. She was allowed and they start eating quietly sitting in the presence of walburga black as she is for the last time before she starts her years at Hogwarts.