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1954 12 Grimmauld Place- Walburga's POV

From the moment I was born, I was a burden on my family, the daughter who should have been a son. The daughter, who was constantly being told to be more polite and demure, the daughter who was instantly forgotten with the birth of two younger brothers. After years of neglect and criticism, a shell of a girl trapped was all that was left, a tender age of 15, desperately hunting and searching for that one person to come and rescue me. Wondering the gloomy Hogwarts corridors alone, with only the ghostly shadows for company, enduring the ridicule of fellow students who would never understand the gloomy girl of Black who isolates herself in the corner. They would shove me in the corridors, shout obscene names at me from across the classrooms and steal and hide my belongings. This would happen everyday, and even though I wanted to scream out, I couldn't stop them and no one would help me, until he stood up for me…

With hair of copper that shone glorious red in the sunlight, pale faced which strikingly contrasted with his deep, tender green eyes; I couldn't help but admire the originality of his looks. As he offered me his hand to help me off the cold stone floor, from where I had fallen after being pushed too hard, I could feel the warm blush creep up my cheeks. Butterflies dancing in my stomach, I couldn't meet his eyes in case he was dissatisfied with my mediocre looks of dark brown eyes, and plain straight black hair.

"The floors not a very nice place for a lady now is it?" His deep voice washed over me, spreading warm tingles up my arms and all around my body, leaving me incapable of speech.

"Well…um…no, I suppose it's not…" What was wrong with me? A lady should always reply sophisticatedly to a gentleman, not turn into a quivering fool! He started to escort me from the corridor, his arm protectively draped round my shoulders shielding me from the unfriendly, piercing gazes of the numerous bullies.

"My name is Robert Powell by the way, what's yours? I see that your in Slytherin, I'm in Ravenclaw so I suppose we could get along" a hint of amusement sparkled in his eyes.

"Walburga Black…Powell? I haven't heard of your family before, what status are they? Do they work for the ministry, maybe my father knows of them." The weight lifted from my shoulders, his arm swinging by his side. I glanced up into his face trying to catch a glimpse of his eyes but he purposely avoided me, all happiness had flooded from his face.

"I should go, I'm really sorry, it was nice meeting you Walburga" pushing away from me, he ran quickly away letting the shadows engulf him until he had disappeared.

"No…Robert, wait…please come back!" I gave chase, praying that I could catch up to him. Why had he fled? What was he so embarrassed about? I frantically searched for him in dusty abandoned classrooms and the bustling great hall. No matter how hard I tried, I could not find him anywhere; hopelessness had started to settle over me. I found myself longing to see the mysterious boy with the green eyes, who had been brave enough to defend me, the only chance I had of having a friend. The walls of the castle suddenly felt too close, I felt like I was suffocating. Was I really doomed to be alone for ever? I had to get out of there; I had to taste the fresh air and feel the cold breeze along my skin. Turning towards the main entrance, I headed out of the castle and into the grounds, trying to pretend to myself that I had escaped for ever.

I felt like screaming in anguish, tears started to prickle in my eyes and seep down my cheeks, the cold air stung my wet cheeks. That's when I saw a figure slumped by the great lake, toes tentatively dipped into the murky water. Robert, I knew it had to be. I made my way over to where he was sitting and hesitantly sat next to him. "Why did you run, what have you got to be embarrassed about?"

"You, you are what I'm embarrassed about"

"Wh-What! Me? What have I done to you?" I was worried, what if he was regretting his decision to help the freak?

"It's not what you've done, it's who you are, who I am. Look you may not have heard of my family, but I have certainly heard of yours, you're a Black who hasn't heard of you? The Blacks are the most powerful and influential family in the wizarding world, your family would disown you for even talking to someone like me, now please for your sake leave me"

"Please just tell me what's bothering you, I'm different from the rest of my family, maybe I can help you"

"I'm a muggleborn! There I said it, I'm a filthy, dirty mudblood to your kind". I was angry now, how dare compare me with the rest of those arrogant, bigoted fools that happen to be my family.

"My Kind! How dare you pretend to know me just because you helped me out once, you've never said two words too me before now!" I was fuming now; I got up as quickly as I could and stormed away from him. He grabbed my hand tightly, before I could get very far, and swung me round so I was facing him.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong please forgive me. I've been watching and admiring you for a long time now but never had the courage to come and speak with you. I wish I was as brave as you Walburga, the way you withstand all the horrible things that are said to you and pretend it doesn't affect you, don't shake your head you are brave, I just hope that one day I can be like you and ignore what people say about me." He softly stroked the side of my face, tracing the shape of my cheekbone, "You're so beautiful and pure Walburga, never forget that and never let them change you" He brought his face down close to mine, eyes locked, noses touching, his warm breath tickling my face. His lips gently met mine, they were so soft, I was slowly melting into him forever….

"NO!" the glass that I was holding went flying across the room, smashing on the wall into a thousand different shimmering pieces.

"What ever is the matter my dear?" I whipped round to face the pathetic excuse of man who was my husband.

"Did I ask you to come to me!" I snapped, it was hard to keep venom from my voice.

"Well…no I-I was just worried for you…" stuttered Orion. It makes me sick to think that I am now tied to this fool for the rest of my days.

"Leave me !" he quickly scurried out of the room, leaving me once more alone with my thoughts and the past. I walked over to the window and pushed open the heavy pane peering out onto to the dirty London street teeming with muggles. Scum, the lot of them, none of them deserve the life that they hold, especially the ones that pretend to be wizards. They all deserve to die! One day someone will come to rid the earth of them, to make them drown in their own blood, make them scream for mercy!

One day someone will make him pay for the pain he caused me…

Ok so originally there was going to be another half to this chapter but I thought it more effective to split it in half. The other half will be published later… hell hath no fury like a woman scorned eh? ;)