Toujours Pur
By
Child of Evilness and Darkness
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Thump.
"Kreacher, it's hard enough to sleep here when you're not thumping around at all hours of the night…."
Thump.
"Kreacher…!"
A man in, perhaps, his early forties rolled out of bed, long black hair unkempt, as always. He was facing another very probably sleepless night.
Just being back in his old house was hard enough without the force that was keeping there while the others were off doing important meaningful things…
He shook his head as if to shake the thoughts of his confinement out of his head. Best not to dwell on things…
A drink of water was all he needed… Then he could go to sleep…
He left his sleeping quarters in the direction of the kitchen. 'Water's all you need,' he kept telling himself.
Down the hall, past Harry and Ron's empty room, past the upstairs drawing room….
He paused.
The upstairs drawing room…
The faded tapestry caught the moonlight just as he stepped into the decontaminated (thanks to Molly) drawing room.
The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black
"Noble? I highly doubt it…" he muttered disdainfully under his breath, as if the tapestry might hear and take offense.
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His breath caught in his throat as he read the second embroidered line on the tattered cloth. The air he took in felt as if it had just been turned to ice.
"Always pure? My family will never be pure," he spat, a hot anger replacing the chill that had just so recently consumed him.
His hands, battered from fights he had had in his canine form, clenched into fists.
"You erased all traces of real purity from your lives…" He eyed the small round burn marks that had replaced those thought of as unworthy to be Blacks.
"You embraced scum… filth… murderers… And worse…" He altered his gaze to the positions in which Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange presided.
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He read it again.
"Purity, in your eyes... You can't gain even that." Once again he eyed the burn marks.
"You can make yourself appear as if you were 'pure…' But it will only be on the outside…."
He paused in his one-sided conversation. The tapestry caught a light breeze that blew in from an open window, and just for a moment, it seemed as if it wasn't so one-way after all.
"Noble and pure… You will never be noble or pure… Just arrogant and evil."
And with that he left the drawing room… And he could have sworn the tapestry was glad he did.
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