A Mother's Vow

She had always had an amazing life. Dressing like a queen, buying beautiful things, wearing jewelry and living like a queen was a normal part of her day to day life. Even when she had married Arcturus Black II, she imagined her life to be the same. Her whole family were pureblood frantic, so were his husband's family. They Yaxleys, with the exception of her mother, were in fact greater pureblood frantic than the Blacks.

"Lysandra?" a soft voice called. Lysandra Black opened her eyes. The soft sunlight poured through the window and hit her directly on her face. Her eyes sought the origin of the voice and found a woman with blond hair leaning over her.

"You ought not to live in such isolation, my child," Her mother whispered. Lysandra groaned. She knew her mother was right, but she just could not do it.

"I have done a dreadful thing mother; this is the perfect punishment for me," she replied.

"No my child, it's not a dreadful thing. You have certainly gone against your husband's decision, but it was an accident," her mother said, stroking her hair. Lysandra glanced at the little boy sleeping beside her. The boy was so sweet, his brown hair shining in the light of the sun. She had never meant it to happen, it just had.

"Don't berate yourself, sweetheart," her mother admonished her in a gentle voice. She was tired; after all, giving birth was no small deal.

"I must leave this place for a while and travel far away, Arcturus is out, there will be no problem for me," Lysandra said, eyes shining with determination. Her mother sighed.

"Very well," she said "If that is your wish, I will not stop you. Just….. Take care. I'll always love you. Come back to me soon my child," her mother said in a very tearful voice.

Lysandra nodded. "I will Mother."

She clutched the small bundle to her chest as she walked in the woods. He black cloak billowed in the wind as she walked deeper inside. Her black clothing, black robes and cloak, helped her hide in an amazing way. When she reached to the middle of a clearing, she stopped and took out her wand. She pointed her wand to a huge rock and transfigured it in a small hut. She walked inside and conjured up a cot. Laying the baby on it, she walked outside in search of some fruits.

Walking for 15 minutes, she saw a huge apple tree. Luckily, it was time for harvest and big, plump and red apples hung. She plucked a few and cast a multiplying charm on it. Soon she was back at the hut. She laid the apples on a table she has transfigured and kneeled beside the baby.

"My dear Jordanus don't you fret now. We will be safe," she cooed.

The days passed steadily. Each day, Lysandra used to go out, gather some fruits, come back and feed her baby. After that, she used to eat some fruits while she used to store the rest. One day however, changed it all.

Lysandra picked up Jordanus, or Jordan, which she called him now, and walked to the edge of the woods. Screams pierced the air while loud explosions sounded. Fire burnt and men on horses walked around. She hid herself behind a tree and watched it. A woman ran in front of her, screaming something. Lysandra leaned forward a bit and tried to listen what she was saying.

"Grandmaman was right! She was right! She said 'doit s'enfuir, à quoi bon il nous fera pour attendre nos morts qui font obstacle?" she was right! Oh why didn't we listen to her?" The woman sobbed.

Lysandra watched the scene unfold in front of her with horror as she translated the French: 'We must run away for what good it will do us for awaiting our impending deaths?' She realized that she did a grave mistake in coming to France. Suddenly an army of men on horses approached the forest. Lysandra ran for her life, but the horses were faster.

"A baby boy," a man said in a thick accent she couldn't recognize. "Give him 'ere, he'll make a good army general in 20 years!"

Lysandra cried. She couldn't give her baby. He was her life. She begged and begged in front of the men and absolutely humiliated herself. Then it hit her.

Taking out her wand, she discreetly sent a stunner to the man holding Jordan. Immediately, he fell from the horse and dropped Jordan. She took the baby and ran to her hut. Quickly packing up the few fruits, she disapparated from the forest.

But what she found broke her heart again.

"LYSANDRA! WHAT IS THIS?!" Arcturus roared. Lysandra whimpered.

"A baby?! A BABY?! I specifically told you that there will be no more children in this house, and you have given birth to another baby? He must die!" He said. Lysandra jumped to her feet (When did she sit down?) and clutched Jordan.

"No, please, don't kill him, send him to live like a muggle but please don't kill him," she begged.

Arcturus paused. "Very well. You personally will come with me to banish this boy away!"

Lysandra cried but moved to her husband's side. He gripped her hand in a vice like grip and apparated. They had arrived in a quaint muggle house. She placed the baby in a conjured basked and set it to the floor.

"I'll find you. I'll always find you Jordan," she vowed.

She turned back and glanced at the name plate.

The Grangers

A.N.: Yeah, I always thought that Hermione somehow was related to Sirius, not that it is true xD But according to me, she is, So here ya go.

Written for Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Myths and Legends class.

TASK (3): Use the sad myth of the Black Lady as inspiration for your story. Write about a canonical mother who was attacked when she was holding her baby child, and is searching in vain for him/her. It is up to you whether or not the mother eventually finds her baby. EXTRA CREDIT (20 extra points): Use URSULA FLINT, VIOLETTA BULSTRODE or LYSANDRA YAXLEY as the mother.

Extra Prompts: Use AT LEAST one. Receive 10 extra points for using them all.

(clothing) Black dress, black cloak, like the clothes of mourning. (word) Isolation (dialogue) "I'll find you. I'll always find you." (emotion) Humiliated (location) Woods/forest (word) Await

Word Count: Min. 700, Max. 3,000

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