Written for The Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition
Team: Holyhead Harpies Position: Captain
Length: 970ish words, excluding A/Ns

DISCLAIMER:

No matter how much I wish, I shall never be J. K. Rowling.
No matter how much I beg, I shall never own Harry Potter

Character given- Walburga Black

After Sirius' imprisonment, Walburga was left all alone at Grimauld Place. She spent a lot of her time, alone, reflecting on her life. Though, mainly, she thought about her children- Regulus and Sirius Black.

She recalled finding out that Sirius had been sorted into Gryffindor, through a letter, from Narcissa, one of her nieces. He had always been a pain in the neck, but being sorted into Gryffindor, that was an insult to the Black family. Narcissa's letter read:

"Lastly-" she had written towards the end of her letter, "-I am not sure if Sirius has already written to you, but he was sorted into Gryffindor. Pardon my use of language, but I for one had not expected it at all.

Of course, as his older cousin, I did tell him that I was disappointed. Unfortunately, he felt pretty glad to be in Gryffindor. I am also sorry to say that he has befriended Potter (the blood-traitors son).

Hope you, Uncle Orion, and Regulus are well.

Your niece

Narcissa"

She had sent him a Howler as soon as she had read about the sorting. The Howler included things like "-DISGRACE TO THE NOBLE BLACK FAMILY-" "-INTERACTING WITH BLOOD-TRAITORS-" "DON'T YOU REMEMBER ANYTHING WE TAUGHT YOU?" and many other things that she had hoped would make him feel that being sorted into Gryffindor was not something to be proud of. Her "plan" did not work.

Sirius had replied soon after, saying that he was glad to be a Gryffindor and that "change is good," as he had written.

Sirius had also mentioned the fact that he had already made some good friends and was happy. He had also asked about Regulus, and how his younger brother was.

After reading the letter, Walburga and Orion decided that Sirius might have been having a bad influence on Regulus.

So, they made Regulus spend more time with Bellatrix and Druella (her cousin), learning about the history of the Noble family of Black

Walburga had gone to pick Sirius up from the station, at the end of his first year at Hogwarts. "Filled with filthy mudbloods," she had muttered, as he walked towards her.

She clearly remembered seeing the Potters waving towards her son, and asking him: "Are those blood-traitors waving at you?" only to notice that Sirius was waving back.

Angrily, she had apparated Sirius back home, where she had given Sirius a lecture on how he had to hang out with the right sort - the purebloods.

After his lessons, during Sirius' school months, Regulus became the perfect son.

At Hogwarts, he was sorted into Slytherin. (As she and Orion had been delighted to here). He too had been sent a letter from her, only this one included "Well done-" "-honor to the Black family-" "keep the Black family name up, unlike your brother-" and other things that a proud mother would send to her son.

She was also glad that Regulus had made the right choices in life, from the start, unlike her older son- Sirius.

'Regulus is joining the Dark Lord," she had announced during supper one evening (in the first evening of the holidays after Regulus' 5th year at Hogwarts).

"I assume so is Sirius," Orion had said, after telling Regulus how proud he was.

"No," Sirius had replied bluntly, playing with his food.

"Though, you will be aiming to get rid of those filthy muggles, right?" she asked him, even though she already knew his answer:

"No," he had answered again. "I will most probably be joining The Order of the Phoenix, a group that fights against Voldemort."

She had slapped him immediately. "How dare you. How dare you speak his name. How dare you fight against someone who is doing the noble work of ridding us of mudbloods. You will be joining the Dark Lord, Sirius. You will do as we say. You will not going to follow in your cousins footsteps and become a blood-traitor as well," she had said, glaring at him.

"You mean Andromeda? She's my favorite cousin," Sirius had replied, getting up. "I'll be in my room, writing to James," he had added. She still felt sure he knew that saying that would annoy them.

For the next few weeks, she and Orion had ignored Sirius. They had hoped that Sirius would change his mind about joining the Dark Lord, but he had remained obstinate.

A month into the holidays, he had gone to stay with the Potters, like he always did. He didn't return until a week before school.

Once he returned, Walburga went into Sirius' room, something she rarely did. "Your father and I have decided that you will have to become a Death Eater," she said quietly. "We hoped that by letting you do what you wanted, you would listen to us, you would remember all that we had taught you. Especially about purebloods, and blood-traitors." She paused.

"You will join the Dark Lord immediately after your seventh year at Hogwarts ends. You shall help him in his noble work of ridding the world of mudbloods."

He had argued, and Orion had joined the argument, resulting himself husband using the Cruciatus Curse on Sirius. Her son had run away the next day, to live with the Potters, she had guessed. He never came back, and never contacted them again. Walburga didn't attempt to contact him either.

Now, Orion and Regulus were gone. Dead. Sirius- who had ended up killing thirteen muggles- was in Azkaban, and could be thought of as dead as well.

She was alone. Completely alone. Orion's portrait was never completed. And though Walburga did not want to accept it, the very same Dark Lord who she had wanted her sons to join, had destroyed her family.

My Round 4 entry, I think you can tell that it was a bit rushed, and there are words randomLyon added in some places, because I was struggling to get it this long.

I would never have finished it without Power of a Pen.

And thanks to everyone who has read my fic till here :) Don't forget to review! (Though its not that good)