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Chapter 7 – Heartbreaks can't hurt you if you don't have a heart!

Walburga Black's room, Ward for Mental Diseases, St. Mungo's, December 1978

Walburga Black tried to fight the compulsion of her Healing Potions. Her blood graved the allure of Dark Magic and her mind was thirsty for the newest reports of the Dark Lord's victories. She couldn't wait to be out of here, see Orion pleading for mercy in front of her feet and join in onto the Dark Lord's Mudblood and Muggle hunting. She still couldn't believe how Regulus could betray her like this. He was such a weak, Muggle-loving and cowardly boy like his father. It should be an honor for him to serve the Dark Lord as a mere teenager, be branded with his Mark and help cleanse the Wizarding world of the Mudbloods, Blood-traitors and Dumbledore's fools. But how had Regulus reacted to her idea of presenting him to the Dark Lord? He had been scared shitless, called her a heartless, crazy monster and flooed to his dad's office at Black Investment before she could stop him and torture him for his disobedience. Merlin, what had she done wrong that she had parented two weak, spineless and Muggle-loving sons?

She had tried to break their spirits from the beginning with dark curses, teachings in Pure-blood supremacy and preaching the Dark Lord's agenda. But somehow, her sons had withered under her curses crying for mercy and their dad, instead of turning into perfect Pure-blooded sons who promised that they would never disobey her again. She hadn't been able to break them completely. She had never felt the satisfaction of reducing her sons into soulless, conscienceless dark wizards that tortured their house-elves with a sadistic gleam in their eyes and invented new dark curses. How could her indoctrination have gone so wrong? Hell, it wasn't genes, for the love child of her and Sebastian Lestrange could never end up in Gryffindor according to his genetic code. She had been drawn to the darkly handsome, married Lestrange heir because of his blind loyalty to the Dark Lord, practice of the Dark Arts and sadistic relish in the pain of his filthy Mudblood victims. Damn, seeing him cast a Cruciatus Curse on one of her worthless, magic-thieving Mudblood classmates had turned her on. But witnessing him reducing a filthy, powerless Muggle into a bloodied heap with some Slicing Curses had electrified her skin and let her veins buzz with desire. She had seduced him after one of their Muggle hunting tours and loved the rough, animalistic sex as well as his desire to mark her as his own with some pleasurable lovebites.

She knew that it was wrong of her to seduce a married father of two, but she didn't give a fuck about his family. She wanted to be fucked by him, feel the tingle of Dark Magic on her skin and be filled with his powerful seed. Pure-bloods married for prestige, blood purity and wealth. They never married for love and most of their marriages were an arranged business deal to increase their wealth, social standing and prestige as well as to continue their bloodlines. Thus, most Pure-bloods had their sordid affairs in a desperate need to satisfy their hunger for passionate sex and desire for kinky sex acts. Faithfulness was a foreign word in a Pure-blooded marriage, although it was only socially acceptable for wizards to have several mistresses. Witches, who satisfied their sexual needs with lovers, were treated as social outcasts. They were sex-crazy whores who sullied their family names and humiliated their spouses with mail-man's children. Walburga snorted darkly. She hadn't deluded herself into thinking that Sebastian loved her. Sebastian had sexual affairs with many women and although he had shagged her senseless multiple times a week, she knew that she wasn't his favorite mistress.

She only was a means to live out his hunger for wild sex and Dark Magic filled duel sessions as well as a tool to take revenge on Orion Black. To know that he fucked the fiancée of the Black heir, whose father had nearly bankrupted his family, got him off. Walburga chuckled wickedly to herself in remembrance. If Sebastian had known how much Orion hated his female second cousin turned fiancée, he would have probably ended their sordid affair after their first time. Merlin, Orion hadn't given a fuck about her, tried to annul their marriage contract by citing health risks for their offsprings due to their close relation and her mental instability and cheated on her for over two year with his Hogwarts sweetheart, Eileen Prince. He had probably hoped daily that she would be arrested on her Muggle hunting trips by Aurors, committed to a Mental health ward for her Dark Arts addiction or wounded fatally in one of her Dark Magic dueling sessions. He looked at her with cold fury and disgust in his sapphire eyes, refused to touch her and vowed that he would marry her when hell freezes over.

Naturally, Walburga also hadn't given a fuck about her icky, adventure-seeking younger second cousin turned fiancé. She loathed him for his desire to disrespect the Black name by becoming a curse-breaker, for his weak breakdowns citing the pressure of being the Black heir as a catalyst and his friendliness to Mud-bloods and Half-bloods. He hadn't the stomach to torture a Mudblood or Muggle with dark curses and mocked the Dark Lord's agenda. If she hadn't needed him to rescue the blood purity and social standing of the Blacks, she would have killed him in his teens. Merlin, his nauseating puppy love with the mysterious, charming Prince heiress, Eileen Prince, was a reason to avada kedavra him. The loved-up teenagers deluded themselves into thinking that she wasn't aware of their sweet romance and couldn't sabotage their love. She had known all about their romantic getaways to Paris, New York, and St. Moritz, their disgusting outings into the Muggle world and their loved-up strolls around the Black Lake. She couldn't believe how Orion could be so stupid to risk everything for his love.

Eileen had wrapped him so tightly around her finger that he had proposed marriage to her with a stunning, expensive amber promise ring, bought a cottage for them from his grandmother's inheritance and decided to play the run-away groom a few days before their Spring Wedding. He was so blinded by his desire and love for the obsidian-eyed seductress that he would drag the Black name through the mud, humiliate her in the Wizarding world and face being disowned by his father Arcturus. Walburga couldn't fathom how he could sacrifice everything in the name of love, a hoax that wasn't even real. Sure, she would risk everything for her powerful, deadly handsome and ruthless Dark Lord in a heartbeat. If he hadn't been asexual, regarded sex as a disgusting, animalistic act and solely focused on ruling the Wizarding world, she would have done anything to be his Dark Lady, bear his children and marry him. But to sacrifice his status, wealth and family bonds to shack up with some Potions-crazy, Muggle-obsessed and art-loving girl? Walburga had vowed to destroy Orion's happily ever after. She wouldn't let him get away with humiliating her and mocking the blood purity of their ancestors. She would destroy his romance, reduce him to a heartbroken fool and trap him in a loveless marriage.

Thus, she had followed them on one of their outings into the Muggle world in disguise. Albeit she loathed Eileen, she must admit that she loved the quality of Prince Potions. The Princes really knew how to brew an effective, mint-tasting Polyjuice Potion that allowed her to morph into her favorite fashion designer and stalk them on their outing to the London Art gallery. She had nearly vomited when she saw how they kissed each other senseless, declared their love for each other and walked through the gallery with blissfully happy smiles. She had rolled her eyes on how Orion tried to impress Eileen by gushing about one art piece. All she could see was a mess of colorful lines that looked as if the painter had been on some fancy Muggle drug. Walburga scoffed at Eileen's passionate art lecture, her smitten smiles and grateful peck on a laughing Orion's cheek. This two would drive her in an early grave with their passionate kisses, desire-filled looks, and loved-up touches. But she had followed them into this gallery to discover some blackmail material or lever to destroy their romance. To her luck, she had observed some filthy Muggle man, who seemed to have fallen in lust at first side with Eileen and tried to impress her with his art expertise.

He was a chocolate brown-haired man with mesmerizing emerald eyes, a slightly hooked Roman nose and a soft jawline in his mid-twenties. Dressed in fitted black slacks and a dark grey jumper, that underlined his muscular, slender figure, and with an amused smirk on his lips, Walburga had to admit that he was quite handsome. While he educated Eileen in his deep baritone on some art pieces and introduced himself as Tobias Snape, a Muggle engineer from Manchester, who loved to venture Art galleries and engage in passionate art debates, Walburga entered his mind with a wandless, nonverbal Legilimens. She gleefully smirked to herself at the images that assaulted her there. This filthy Muggle fantasized about Eileen pleasuring him orally, her riding his hard cock or her withering under him in pleasure. He called her "my mysterious seductress" in his mind, vowed to claim her as his and unhitch her from her curly-haired, blue-eyed male companion.

Walburga left his mind, smiled to herself and formulated a devious plan. This Muggle would be the key to destroy Orion's happiness. She thanked her lucky stars for her inherited Legilimency skills and manipulative personality. She observed with a cackle how sweet, innocent and naïve Eileen seemed to be awed by the man's expertise in art and chatted with him happily about the next art pieces. Orion looked at his Muggle rival with a deadly glare, growled jealously at him and moved close to his girlfriend to put his arm possessively around her waist. He seemed to distrust the motives of this friendly smiling man, for he also entered his mind to see what his rival thought about Eileen. During his Legilimency act, his face turned red in anger and his sapphire eyes flashed with disgust, horror, and rage. He broke their Legilimency connection, tightened his grip around Eileen and uttered in a furious, deadly voice, "Stay the hell away from my fiancée, your creep. If I see you around her for another time, I will break every bone in your body." He had fired off a Stinging Hex at the Muggle, whisked a confused Eileen away to some far-off art pieces, whispered something into her ear and embraced her protectively.

Walburga shook her head at Orion's reckless behavior. His threats had only spurned this Muggle on to woo Eileen. Walburga approached him, got het up over the curly-haired man's behavior and assured him that he shouldn't be intimidated by his threats. If he felt attracted to the ebony-haired beauty, he should try to woo her. Perhaps, she would turn out to be the love of his life. The Muggle thanked her for her encouraging words and vowed to try to smooth things over with the onyx-eyed beauty on another vernissage. He had noticed that she frequented the London Art galleries frequently and mostly alone. This would be his perfect chance to get to know her without her fiancé's jealous eyes and win her over. Walburga advised him to charm his crush with some compliments, stories about his love for art and jokes. To secure that this Muggle would pursue Eileen romantically, Walburga put him under the Imperius Curse. She whispered inside of his mind that he shouldn't stop his romantical pursuit of the onyx-eyed beauty until he could call her his wife. He only needed to be cunning about this, try to win her trust, admiration, and friendship, before he confessed his feelings to her, kissed her passionately and shagged her senseless. But he shouldn't waste any time to tie the knot with her after they had admitted their feelings for each other and live their happily ever after with some kids.

The brunette had blinked owlishly at her, thanked her for her kind advice and wished her a nice day after she had pulled away from his mind. Walburga had said goodbye to him, promised him that he would get the girl in the end and wished him a happy day. She had left the Art gallery in a hurry, apparated back to 12 Grimmauld Place and snuck into Orion's room to steal one of Eileen's love letters. He deluded himself into believing that they would be safe in the bag of his Quidditch kit. Merlin, men sometimes were so easy to read and manipulate. She hastily duplicated the love letter with some Gemini Spell, put it back in Orion's bag and walked into her room to create some sweet love letters in Eileen's handwriting to Tobias Snape. She only needed to charm her magical quill into imitating Eileen's script and let her imagination wander. She mocked Orion for his naivety, insulted him for his sports obsession and disinterest in art and professed her undying love for Tobias. Damn, she loved cutting Orion to the quick and messing with his love life, for she knew that he had planned to leave her for the bewitching Prince heiress in a month.

But she would block his escape route by seducing him into her bed, revealing Eileen's sordid love affair with a Muggle and informing him off Eileen's engagement to the widowed Abraxas Malfoy. Walburga didn't know which Charms or Potions the Prince heiress used, but they had to be highly potent and effective, for the rich aristocrat Abraxas Malfoy had flirted shamelessly with her on some social gatherings. To Orion's despair, he hadn't been able to save Eileen from his flirting and wooing, because he was officially engaged to his older female cousin, set to marry her in May, and couldn't step up for Eileen without causing a scene. In the eyes of the upper Wizarding society, Eileen was an unmarried, beautiful young witch who excelled in Potions, attracted many wizards with her mysterious, onyx eyes and inherited a fortune after her parents' death. Besides that, she was admired for her witty personality, keen mind, and kind heart. Thus, Orion had to endure with heated glares, boiling jealousy and displeased sneers, how Eileen chatted politely with Abraxas Malfoy, blushed at his flirty remarks and entertained him with witty stories of her Potions research. She was whisked away into passionate dances with him and gifted with beautiful flowers at the end of every social event.

Orion could only try to spend as much time as possible with Eileen as her best friend, ask her for some intimate dances and reassure her in whispered chats that she was the love of his life and that they would live their happily ever after come May. Walburga had only scoffed at Orion's obvious jealous behavior, envied Eileen for her allure and vowed to use Abraxas Malfoy's crush on the Prince heiress to her advantage. Thank Merlin, she had urged her dear uncle Arcturus to set their wedding in May, for she had found out in mid-April that she was pregnant with Sebastian's love child. She had forgotten to take her Birth Control Potion in March but shagged Sebastian nonetheless multiple times after their Muggle hunting trips. She hadn't been able to control her Dark Magic induced lust and now she was settled with his child. Nobody could find out anything about it, for it would surely force her uncle Arcturus to cancel her wedding to his son Orion and create a huge headlines-producing scandal. She had to seduce Orion with the help of some Love Potion and Aphrodisiacs soon, convince him that she had secured to be pregnant with his child due to some Fertility Potion, trap him in a loveless marriage and stage an early birth.

She couldn't have an abortion, because it was frowned upon in the Magical world and punished with the reduction of your magical powers if you hadn't been raped or carried an unlivable child. Thus, she would have to conceal the true paternity of her child. Thankfully, due to their close relation, she shared many physical features with Orion and Sebastian was also a dark-haired, olive-skinned and grey-eyed man. Walburga would have no difficulties to make Orion believe that he was the child's biological father. Besides that, she planned to bind him to her further with a second child shortly after the birth of their first child. Every respected Pure-blooded family needed an heir and a spare. Hence, she would seduce Orion with the help of some Potions and hard liquor for a second time and birth him a healthy child. Thank Merlin, that the family tree of every Pure-blooded family only displayed children that were born in a legal marriage. It was more convenient for unfaithful wizards who fathered many love children with their mistresses or witches who got pregnant by their first love out of wedlock. One could conceal the true paternity of their offspring easily enough and whisked a love child, that was born in one's teenage years, away into a Wizarding orphanage.

Walburga had heard through the rumor mill that Abraxas Malfoy had asked Eileen Prince for her hand in marriage in April. Thus, she snuck into Orion's room, searched his Quidditch kit for magical pictures of him and Eileen, duplicated some and used them as a guideline for her faked ones of Eileen and Abraxas. She created one picture where Eileen and Abraxas were kissing passionately, another where they were walking hand in hand through Diagon Alley looking besotted with each other and a last one where Abraxas was stroking Eileen's sexy back in a backless dress with hungry eyes with the help of some charms. She concealed her tampering with some dark spells and smiled contently at her handy work. As a next step, she penned a scathing letter to Eileen, where she forced her to announce her engagement to Abraxas Malfoy in the Daily Prophet, taunted her with the fact that she had seduced Orion with some nifty Potions and was now carrying his heir and threatened her to kill her fiancé if she dared to intervene with her plans. To underline the gravity of her words, she attached some samples of a Fertility Potion and a deadly poison mixed with Orion's fragrance as well as some staged pictures of her and Orion between the sheets to her letter.

After she had seduced Orion into her bed, she sent her owl with her letter to Eileen, trusted in her love for Orion and confronted him with Eileen's multiple cheating. Her naïve, smitten fiancée called her a lying whore, vowed to leave her and marry his one true love. But after she had shown him her staged pictures and letters as well as the engagement announcement of Eileen Prince and Abraxas Malfoy in the freshly printed Daily Prophet, Orion checked every piece of evidence for tampering, detected nothing thanks to her Dark Magic and accepted Eileen's deceit. His face turned ashen in shock, his sapphire eyes displayed heartbreak, despair, and disbelief and his posture turned into one of a beaten dog. Even the prospect of becoming a father couldn't heal his wounds and he vowed to make Walburga's life a living hell for her net of lies and manipulations. Walburga had suppressed the urge to laugh in his face and reveal her cunning schemes with cold self-restraint and a calm mask.

She had reached her goal with easiness. Orion had married her in an extravagant May Wedding in the belief that she was carrying his child and that his one true love had betrayed him. Eileen had posed with her fiancé Abraxas Malfoy for multiple society pictures, gushed about him and declared her love for him openly for everyone to see. It was so satisfying to see Orion wallow in heartbreak, self-loathing and unhappiness. Every time his letters to Eileen returned unopened or his Patronus messenger, who was only a sad burlesque of his magnificent Thunderbird, bounced off of Eileen's wards, his heart shattered into million pieces and he mourned his romance gone bad. When the news made headlines that the Prince heiress had left her wealthy fiancé and vanished into the Muggle world, Orion drew hope from Abraxas's misery. But his mind conjured up the love letters between Eileen and this Muggle creep, Tobias Snape, and he realized that Eileen had played both wizards. Walburga had cackled gleefully in her mind, satisfied that her scheme with the filthy Muggle Tobias Snape was a full success. Eileen must have been lonely, fearful of marrying the widowed dark wizard, Abraxas Malfoy, and heartbroken by meeting her lost lover, Orion Black, on every social event. Thus, it must have been easy for the Muggle Tobias Snape to charm her with his interests in art, literature and music and the prospect of starting fresh in the Muggle world.

He must have been able to seduce her, bind her to him with love declarations and whisk her away to the aisle. Merlin, Walburga would have never thought that she could chase away Eileen from the Wizarding world with her network of intrigues. Naturally, the bitch had pinned her a hateful message - "You have won. May you rest in hell for your crimes." – but otherwise, she had left her alone and vanished into the Muggle world without a trace. Walburga had read that her desperate, loving parents were searching her in the Muggle world, but came up empty-handed despite their numerous investigations. Eileen Prince had always been smart and if she wanted to conceal her life in the Muggle world, she could certainly accomplish it. Sure, it was odd that nobody could trace her wand or magical energies, but Walburga believed that she had renounced her magic. Besides that, the filthy Muggle Tobias Snape hadn't seemed like a man who would tolerate a witch. Perhaps, he had broken her wand and trapped her in the basement for her devil's worship.

Walburga had forgotten the sad life story of Eileen Prince until her son, Sirius, mentioned some oddball Slytherin Half-blood that he loved to prank with his mates. His name was Severus Snape and he was a descendant of the Princes. Walburga was shocked. Eileen had managed to have a son who was obsessed with the Dark Arts and sorted into Slytherin? And he was born around the time of Sirius's birth? Walburga had managed to get a copy of his birth certificate with the help of the Dark Lord's spies in the Ministry. Severus was born on January 9th, 1960. Walburga's veins turned ice cold. Eileen Prince had given birth to the love child of Orion, concealed his true paternity with some charms and brought him up in the Muggle world. The real Black heir was wearing tattered clothes, suffering under bad hygiene, poverty, and neglect. She had vowed to do anything in her power to break him and make him suffer. Nobody could ever find out about his true identity. But her plans had backfired, for the slimy bastard didn't break under the bullying of her son Sirius and his band of misfits and became the best friend of her son Regulus. She had to tolerate him in her home, see him turning into a powerful, self-confident wizard, who was loved-up with the Fawley heiress, and witness him alienating Regulus from his allegiance to the Dark Lord. She vowed to destroy him, her weak husband and his pathetic true love as soon as she would be out of her prison. No one could get away with tampering with her plans without suffering the consequences: torture and death.