The sounds of quiet murmurs could be heard, the sounds of a woman holding a young child and a man speaking with each other. She seemed slightly distraught.
"You're telling me the truth? He's gone, just like that? That can't be..." the woman trailed off, her wrinkled face frowning. Her graying hair was wrapped atop her head, her gown dark green in color, and the strength of her arm held a young child of barely two years old.
The little girl in the woman's arms seemed to be quietly staring at the man, her looks marking her heritage as a Black. Brilliant grey-blue eyes, black curly locks, and the nose.
"Must you have the child with you?" he voiced his thoughts, perturbed by the quietness of the girl.
"Oh please, she'll learn of this soon enough." the woman replied with a scoff.
"Alright, Walburga." the man responded. "It is true, the Dark Lord is gone, destroyed by a boy from the family known as the Potters."
"My word. This is vexing, but there is more to happen I feel, but there is more, isn't there? Cygnus?"
The man, Cygnus Lestrange nodded, older than the woman, Walburga Black. He shifted in his stance holding a cane to support himself.
"There is word. Sirius Black has been captured under the suspicion of revealing the location of the Potters. He'll be sent to Azkaban for sure, Walburga."
"Do not speak of that cretin!" she hissed.
"He is your son, Walburga. Your Granddaughter's uncle. Your first child."
Walburga made an angered face, "Do not even mention his name. My only son was Regulus Arcturus Black, and my granddaughter Sagitta Azyni Black, the true heir to the Black Family." she managed not to yell at the man.
"You know Orion's Will says otherwise. Until she's of age-"
"I know what it says, Cygnus!"
Her words were harsh as she straightened her back in dignity, a clear scowl on her face, "Kreacher!"
Whoosh.
"Yes, Mistress?" a gravelled voice spoke with the utmost loyalty, and sincerity filled tone.
"Take Sagitta and watch over her. I must speak with Cygnus alone." she ordered, placing the young babe down on the floor.
Kreacher, a house elf, bowed deeply. "Yes, Mistress." he obeyed, waving his hand with his wand, casting a spell to have the young Sagitta floating in the air, and following the older hermit.
A loyal servant of Orion and Walburga Black. He deemed anyone worthy of the title "Master" or "Mistress" with his current Mistresses approval. As of now, he loyally served Walburga. His Mistress of Cruelty.
Once inside the young babe's room, he gently set her down in the hand-crafted bassinet made by the best of the best, magic made the toys for the child float, light up, and make music to calm the child.
Kreacher hummed an old lullaby for Sagitta, pushing the bassinet lightly as he watched the room, guarding it for his Mistress Walburga, guarding the heir to the Black Family.