I own none of the recognizable characters, places and ideas. All feedback is appreciated. This is my first multi-chapter fanfiction and Harry Potter Unisverse fanfiction that I am choosing to publish. We'll see how it goes. Hope you enjoy!
Prologue
Toujours Pur. Those were the two words that followed her all throughout her life. The words that her mother cooed to her when she was young. The words that she lived by when she attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and upheld by being sorted into Slytherin and associating with the 'right' people. The words that pushed her into her marriage to her younger second cousin, but by then her mind was already so consumed by the constant mantra that it didn't even matter. Anything to keep the bloodline pure.
The words that she tried so hard to ingrain into her children, to the point that she felt more of a regulator than she ever did a Mother. The words that had burned themselves so permanently in her mind that they turned her against her son, her brother, and her niece. She had no qualms about blasting them off of the family tree in a fit of madness the moment she caught wind that they had defied the motto.
The words that she cursed in those last few, lonely years, as she felt her sanity and beauty leave her and could only stare in the shattered mirror at the broken shell of a woman that she no longer recognized, and cry. Toujours Pur indeed.
Those words had been her life. She had revered them, even worshipped them, but in the end, when she was left with nothing but a dead family, an empty house, haunting memories and a broken legacy, Walburga Black hated them.