The Last Black
You stand alone in the hallway. It is the exact place you have stood so many times before. The floor creaked as you stepped on it. It is here that you are equidistant from the two rooms. Your room, which had become a sort of a haven to you, and his room which remains closed, sectioned off. You open his door, with a flick of your wand. You stare inside. So opposite they both are, yet so similar.
You take a step toward his and gaze around at the silver and green hangings from the walls. You glance at the picture of the Slytherin Quidditch team and he beams at you from the center. You smile as you think of the triumph you felt after beating him at the sport you both loved so dearly.
You sense movement behind you, and you whip around faced with and ugly, writhing face glaring at you with eyes as big as saucers. He mutters at you and you can't decipher what he has said but you know its not complimentary. He doesn't leave, but he merely stands holding on to the doorframe watching you. You turn to him and he speaks.
"What might you be doing in Master Regulus's room?" he asks, his voice surly.
"What's it to you?" you sneer back. He gives you a death glare and turns away continuing to mutter underneath his breath. You roll your eyes and walk out shutting the door. You lock it, just as he had done, the last time he left it. You look at the familiar sign he posted on the door, all those years ago. You feel a small smile play on your lips as you wonder what it would be like if he were here now. You shake your head, leaving your reverie and step slowly down the stairs.
You stop by your mother's portrait. The curtains have been drawn, covering her face. She is sleeping, sparing you from her obnoxious cries. You stop by old Phineas's portrait, which is deserted as it has been for ages. He doesn't like you because you were a Gryffindor.
Strange, you think, that you, last of the Blacks, were the only one not to be in Slytherin. Strange it is you standing here in this moment and not him. Or anyone else for that matter. Strange Bellatrix or Narcissa weren't born males, to carry on the family pride and name.
You are the last of the Blacks. It is up to you, as you have heard every day since you have returned to this place, to carry on the family name. It is up to you to carry on the family motto. Tojours Pur. You despise the words that your ancestors put so much faith in. You wonder if maybe there is another Black out there. A distant second cousin with a dozen or so offspring to help your duty.
You feel a strange feeling and cannot identify what it is. Guilt maybe? Guilt that you cannot carry out your purpose? Guilt that you have not passed on the genes that you had inherited from generation to generation? Yes, you realize. It is guilt that you are feeling, but how to halt these feelings to stop them from sweeping your mind and letting it trick you into doing something foolish, you do not know.
You think of your father now. How proud he was, to be who he was. How proud he was to serve pedigree, producing two healthy boys. But little did he know, things did not turn out like he had hoped. His eldest became a traitor, though not on purpose at first, but he began to provoke those feelings of dislike as the years went on, culminating it until he ran away. His last hope was the younger. Though, the younger had shown all the devotion and pride the elder hadn't, the younger fell to corruption enduring a cruel twist of fate, which couldn't be stopped.
And you are the last. Traitor or not, the fate of the family crest now rests upon your shoulders. Yet you have realized its fate, by now. You know your true destiny. The name will fall into shadow and disintegrate adding to the list of extinct pure bloodlines. This will raise further resentment from cruel people, such as Bellatrix, but that will come either way.
You are the last Black. After you, Tojours Pur will only be a phrase. It will become a piece of history and soon forgotten. And that guilt will befall and rest upon you, the last Black.
A/n: This is going to be a series of one-shots all revolving around the last of something. Should be fun!! Please review!
