Midnight Oil

( 𝕸𝔦𝔡𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝕺𝔦𝔩 !)
(PARTIALLY) INSPIRED BY:

❛ write my name in crimson red. cross my heart and back again. i want a kingdom where my love can stand. come on, show me if your love can. we're burning that midnight oil. you know we put this love on trial. ❜

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( 𝕾𝔶𝔫𝔬𝔭𝔰𝔦𝔰... ! )
DESTINY OF THE DARK
CHANGING THE NARRATIVE

❛ there is something uncanny,
demonic, and fascinating in her. ❜
— leo tolstoy, 'anna karenina'
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❦ 𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕮𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢 of the Black family's practices, perhaps, was the very small pool of matches to pick from in the form of unions. Marriage in wixen society had once been just as sacred as the vows made in blood. The conjoining of families wasn't just a practical and functional union of families, it was not just simply politics, but magic as well, as it always was. To bind the magics of two joining bloodlines together, it was something that had been a scrutinized pick by the family of the wizards and witches. Though, in these more modern times, even that had fallen to the practice of marrying for love and partnership, with no exchange or combining of magics, as the muggles did. So it was no surprise the fast dwindling of the size of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black. Fertility had become an issue, as well as the famed family madness that often cropped up in members.

Bellatrix Black herself was a fine example of both. For years she had been unable to conceive or even grow a child steadily to term, often losing them in devastating miscarriages when indeed she did conceive, so rarely did it happen. It had taken a toll on her already strenuous hold of her sanity, she knew, as what had once been a swinging of sharp moods, often flighty and fierce and a storm like the silvery-grey of her eyes, had become near full-blown demented mania. Perhaps she had always been this way, deep inside, but the loss of each babe was pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the precipice. And then she had lost her baby crow.

Corvus, she and Rodolphus had agreed on, as both a constellation and a tradition of his own family's naming practices. Born, but never given the chance to live, as he had been birthed into the world without breath in his lungs, without the beating of his own so very tiny heart, stillborn. It had been the last straw between both her and her husband, who was now becoming impatient over his prospective heir— as if he didn't still have his brother Rabastan there with him as his heir for now, though considering they were amid a war, she could concede his worrying demands for an heir of his own in these troubling times. Still, it burned her to find, not even three months into her mourning period for her little baby boy, he had plans to set her aside. For some Italian chit with another dying yet ancient lineage traced back all the way to Rome.

A Prince, not even of the main branch, but a witch of House Prince nonetheless. As if it did not rankle her enough that the solemn, dour young man with the blood of House Prince's scandalously deposed line had gained the trust of the Dark Lord over herself, but to shove her face with the blatant humiliation from that scheming little harlot. It boiled her blood, and coloured her rage red.

She trusted Severus Snape little, even if she could begrudgingly respect him, at the very least. He had proven himself to be powerful, intelligent, and had shown his merit after being pulled into their sphere by Lucius all those years ago when he'd still been but a young lad brought into the Malfoy home like some pathetic, rescued pet. He was control where she was instability, silence where she was screams, his mind closed where hers was such a whirl like the winds of a tornado that there was no point to even attempt to read or penetrate the depth of her thoughts. But like her, he was lethal and unpredictable. This distant cousin of his was barely a mind more than the scheming, reaching lady she had been raised as. Sibella Prince, a petty little girl of Italian and Bulgarian ancestry, would gain nothing from this new elevation in station, however, for the tides had already begun to turn.

He would not humiliate her this way, taking on a second wife, a mistress, that would succeed in having his children where she had failed. Not with her, not with a daughter of House Black. Never. Bellatrix had been quick to divorce Rodolphus, she did not even care for her share of his riches, though he had signed it away to her as his former legal wife. Signed away a small portion of his wealth from the Lestrange vault in Gringotts— though there would be no harm in his family affluence for there was still the money and treasures kept safe in the vault of the great French bank for Witches and Sorcerers— and had even tacked on a couple of her more favoured properties that had long been owned by the Lestrange family. A nice property in the Northern Yorkshire countryside, near Skipton, a flat and shoppe in Edinburgh, Scotland, and a surprising property in Washington of America of all places.

For all that their marriage had been a political one, arranged by both of their families, with just a year of chaperoned courting before their marriage vows had been spoken, there had still been respect and fondness that had been built in their near decade together. A bright flame of passion that had once been lit between them since the night of their consummation, now forcefully snuffed out in wake of such a scheme. It ached to feel the keen wounds of betrayal in such a delicate organ symbolizing her sensibilities and emotions. A small part of her heart had loved him, just as he had loved her... it just had not been enough in his quest for heirs to continue his family line.

It stung, the shame of his actions and such consequences now carried onto her name, dragged through the dirty mud by the vultures of their peers, jeering at her and pouncing on such perceived weakness. But she kept her chin up, proud as ever, she would suffer little to no sentimentality over this marriage. No man would shame her so, she would not let him or anyone else affect her. Petrifying her heart to stone, so she could be unmoved, for she could not be the gorgon Medusa to turn all around her to stone as defense against the hurt in her heart. So she had thusly began to dedicate her wrath and rage against her perceived enemies, spilling her affection and devotion to her sister and nephew, as she recovered from her disgrace, only for it all to so abruptly come falling apart with the fall of Lord Voldemort himself. To be felled by a mere babe, the Potter's babe, and he disappeared without a trace.

Bellatrix herself had been unawares, spending that Halloween night with her sister and nephew, the little dragon hatchling himself. She had scorned her ex-husband's offer to join his raid against the Longbottom family, if only to be a difficult and disagreeable. Rather, she set her attention on Little Draco as she stayed the night with her little sister at Malfoy Manor. A light and source of unending happiness, was her little draconian star, in the aching absence of little hatchling of her own to hold or love or nurture. Which had saved her life, seemingly, as Lucy was able to finesse his silver tongue into convincing the court of their shared burdens under the Imperius for the duration of the war and beyond. A feat only managed after Cissy had threatened her into keeping quiet.

"I will not have you ruining this!"Narcissa had hissed, after taking her to the side. Cissa's desperate grip on her hands were like a vice of thorny vines like devil's snare. Ever tightening with every resistance, claw-like for her nails pierced her skin in pinpricks, it hurt."We have lost enough from this war, and I will not lose you, too! Draco needs you, still— I need you! I will not allow you to be sent off to Azkaban and be the next kiss of the dementors!"

So Bellatrix had conceded and played her part well. Even implying some fraction of blame on her ex-husband, just to be that much more petty, which had given her immensely dark satisfaction at the outrage and uproar her little confession had caused. She would never play the cowardly maiden, never one to allow weakness to be shown. She was a Black witch, taught at the feet and direction of Lady Walburga herself. For the sake of her sister and her sister's little hatchling, she allowed all others to see what they wished to see, if only so she could build her strength and protect what was left of her family. Anything for you, Cissy.

Life went on after the war, or so it seemed, as the wizarding world rebuilt itself in the shadows of the muggles. The Light had won, and they now lorded it over them, or so Lucky begrudged when he deigned to complain in her presence of his days at the Wizengamot or even the Board of Govenors. But in these shadows, lie a transgression that none had been aware of. One that would change the wizarding world forever, but most certainly her own life as she knew it. Hidden in the light of the plain muggle world, was a beautiful treasure, a magnificent gem, sparkling like a beacon of hope for their family. For her especially.

Sirius Arcturus Black, her cousin, the deposed prince and former heir of House Black, burned from the magical family tapestry and replaced as heir by his younger brother- who had, in turn, perished tragically and mysteriously during the war in the midst of December of 1979- had unknowingly conceived a child from a one night stand with some unknown, unworthy woman residing amid the dense overcrowded bustle of muggle London. An illegitimate child, a halfblood child, but a child all the same, with great growing magic roaring through its veins so powerfully it notified all in their family for all of their blood could feel this pulsing urge to search and chase and find and catch in their veins and magic. And none felt this call in their heart more fiercely than Walburga and Bellatrix themselves.

This discovery, this uncovering of a secret that none had even known or thought to hide, would change everything. Not just for Bellatrix herself, but for everyone with the blood of House Black flowing in their veins. The blood of their house was proud, old, and powerful, but it was thinning. Perhaps it was now time to switch things up, change old and perhaps even she could admit outdated views, and embrace at least some semblance of evolution. They would need to, they would have to, Bellatrix was in no doubt, to survive, to continue the legacy of their name and blood and house, their ancestry. And while many would mark the start with the birth of this little halfblood witch, perhaps it had begun even before that, when Lady Bellatrix Black had divorced Lord Rodolphus Lestrange.

⋆ ﾟ 𐦍༘⋆ ﹏﹏﹏﹏𓆗 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ﾟ🜲.

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( 𝕱𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤... ! )
THE WIXEN FAMILY,
A MOONFLOWER &
THE NIGHTSHADE.

❛ love me. i am pitch black, sinful, blind, confused. but if not you, then who else is going to love me? ❜

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THE MOONFLOWER
𝕸aia 𝕻ersephone 𝕭lack.
( Grace Revna Vidar )
born. October 31, 1979.
legitimized bastard • heir

Named after the blue Maia star, the eldest of the Pleiades sisters in Ancient Greek mythology, and a Member of the Pleiadesopen star cluster (M45). Maia, designated 20 Tauri, is a star in the constellation of Taurus. It is a blue giant of spectral type B8 III, a chemically peculiar star, and the prototype of the Maia variable class of variable star. Maia is the fourth-brightest star in the Pleiades open star cluster, after Alcyone, Atlas and Electra.

Maia was seen by the Ancient Romans as their Spring Goddess which is why our fifth month is called 'May.' At one time, her star shone brighter than any of the others. Similarly, her middle name Persephone is a Greek name that means "bringer of destruction." It is also the name of the Ancient Greek Goddess of Spring Growth, wife of Hades and Queen of the Underworld.

THE NIGHTSHADE
𝕭ellatrix 𝕴one 𝕭lack.
born. November 1, 1951
death eater • lady regent

Bellatrix is the name of a star in the Orion constellation. It's the third brightest star in the constellation and is located where Orion's left shoulder would be. Bellatrix is also known as the Amazon Star, a reference to a Greek legend about a female warrior tribe. The name Bellatrix is a Latin word that means "female warrior". It comes from the Latin words bellāre, which means "to wage war," and -trīx, a feminine suffix.

The name Ione is a girl's name deriving from Ancient Greek ἴον (ion) meaning "violet flower." This was the name of a sea nymph in Greek mythology. She is commonly referred to as Belladonna or Nightshade, though, by Walburga Black. It is a poisonous flower plant with bell-shaped, purple petals and black berries. Deadly nightshade, or Atropa belladonna, was said to be the property of the Devil, meaning that anyone who eats the berries is punished for eating his fruit. Atropa is in reference to Atropos, one of the Three Fates in Greek mythology who snipped the string of a person's life and decided their death. In art and poetry, it represents danger and betrayal.

𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕸𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝕬𝔫𝔠𝔦𝔢𝔫𝔱 & 𝕹𝔬𝔟𝔩𝔢,
𝕿𝔥𝔢 𝕾𝔱𝔞𝔯𝔯𝔶 𝕳𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝕺𝔣 𝕭𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨

⋆ ﾟ 𐦍༘⋆ ﹏﹏﹏﹏𓆗 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ﾟ🜲.

• 1 }   Lord Pollux Black (b. 1912 - d. 1990), Pureblood; Slytherin; + m. Lady Irma Crabbe (b. 1913 - d. 1965), Pureblood; Slytherin;
  • 2 }   Lady Walburga Black (b. 1925 - d. 1985), Pureblood; Slytherin; + m. Lord Orion Black (b. 1929 - d. 1979), Pureblood; Slytherin;
    • 3 }   Former HeirSirius Orion Black (b. November 5, 1959; disowned for running away from home and disgracing family values), Pureblood; Gryffindor; + one night stand; February 14, 1979, Eliza Freya Vidar (b. 1956 - d. June 18, 1981), Muggle.

• • • • 4 }   Grace Revna Vidar /Lady Heiress Maia Persephone Black (b. October 31, 1979), illegitimate; halfblood/pureblood; blood adopted via ritual by Bellatrix Black on March 03, 1982; originally blonde, but became a ravenette.

• • • 3 }   FormerHeir Regulus Arcturus Black (b. January 26, 1961 - d. December 29, 1979), Pureblood; Slytherin;
  • 2 }   Alphard Black (b. 1930 - d. 1977; disowned for giving money to Sirius Orion Black), Pureblood; Slytherin;
  • 2 }   Lord Cygnus III Black (b. 1938 - d. 1992), Pureblood; Slytherin; + m. Lady Druella Rosier (b. 1932), Pureblood; Slytherin;
    
    • 3 }   Lady Bellatrix Ione Black (b. November 1, 1951), Pureblood; Slytherin; + e. 1969, m. February 1970 — March 21, 1979, Rodolphus Lestrange (b. 1950), Slytherin;

• • • • 4 }   Many Miscarriages over the course of her marriage to Lord Rodolphus of House Lestrange (1971 - 1977)
      • 4 }   Stillborn;Heir Corvus Lestrange (d. December 27, 1978)
      • 4 }   Grace Revna Vidar /Lady Heiress Maia Persephone Black (b. October 31, 1979), illegitimate; halfblood/pureblood; blood adopted via ritual by Bellatrix Black on March 03, 1982; originally blonde, but became a ravenette.
    • 3 }   Andromeda Kleio Black (b. 1953; disowned for marrying a muggleborn), Pureblood; Slytherin; + m. 1971, Edward Tonks (b. 1953), Muggleborn; Hufflepuff;

• • • • 4 }   Nymphadora Tonks (b. 1973), Halfblood; Hufflepuff; Auror in Training;
    • 3 }   Lady Narcissa Eos Black (b. 1955), Pureblood; Slytherin; + m. 1974, Lord Lucius Malfoy (b. 1954), Pureblood; Slytherin;

• • • • 4 }   Heir Draco Abraxas Malfoy (b. June 1980), Pureblood; Slytherin;