Leaving The Noble And Most Ancient House Of Black.
Author: RandomSlytherin
Disclaimer: I own copies, not rights.
Summary: Someone erases himself from the family tree while Sirius, Harry and co. are cleaning the drawing room. Oneshot.
He had walked in so casually, hood pulled up over his head, the few people he passed in the halls assumed he was welcome here.
But when he had come into the drawing – room, it would have been hard for the party inside to miss him. They were cleaning the room, chatting idly, throwing nearly everything away despite the countless value, both sentimental and monetary. The cloaked boy did not seem to notice this, though. He had a purpose.
With long, steady strides, he crossed the room, quieting everyone and drawing their attention. He lit a cigarette casually, and lifted it to his lips. He took a few moments to contemplate the wall – length tapestry directly in front of him, The Noble And Most Ancient House Of Black, Toujours pur.
There was Bellatrix, a burn mark he knew to be Andromeda's, and Narcissa, then a double line of gold embroidery linking her to Lucius Malfoy, then both of them to Draco Malfoy.
He lifted his cigarette and pressed it against his name with gentle care, rubbing it in until the smoldering began creeping further away from his name, and then pulled it away again, apparently satisfied. Draco turned and exchanged a secretive grin with Sirius, as though he had accomplished something to bond the two of them, and left again, rearranging his hood over his formerly blond hair, now too stained with dirt and blood for any real colour to be distinguished.
Author's Note: I've got no idea where this came from, but it's four in the morning and at this time I have to write down whatever pops into my head, so here it is. Review if you think it worth your time.