AN1: Written for the Prompt for the February 1st Prompt of the Day back in Hogwarts Online II.

AN2: I forgot to put this back in ch.1 I'm only going to write about the Black's who were born in the 1900's meaning the first one was Arcturus Black III and the last one will be Regulus Black II :)

I hope you enjoy this second chapter. Thanks Gamma for R&R!


The Black Gamp Family

Part II of III

Lycoris Black

(1904-1965)


Summary: For Arcturus he feels brotherly love for Lycoris, and hatred for Regulus. As for Lycoris is adulterated love for Arc, and indifference for Reg. But for Regulus is sadness for both of his sibilings, who don't see him worthy as a Black. But who said being a Black was easy?


If you asked Lycoris Black why she never married, she would answer truthfully.

First she would give you two reasons: the man she loved was married to another woman and she didn't want to leave the House of Black.

But you see, not one of her family or friends had asked her why she never married. They just assumed she was a tainted pureblood witch who couldn't wait to get married to get a taste of the delicious fruit that marriage had to offer.

Well that was true.

Lycoris didn't want to give her most prized gift to someone else.

She only had eyes for one man, no one else.

But that man was not allowed. It wasn't acceptable. She didn't know why and she didn't get it. Why she couldn't love and marry Arcturus.

Why was it so wrong?

She thought it was the most pure thing to do. The best thing to do. Not only the pureblood way, but the Black way too.

Lycoris didn't understand. If she had fallen in love with a mudblood, that would have been ghastly and so impure. Now that was something that wasn't allowed, something that was wrong. That was unacceptable.

In her head being in love with Arcturus was the most pure and right thing. Both were Blacks, and both were purebloods. Lycoris had thought that Arc felt the same thing for her, she really did. It was so obvious, to her and everybody else. Wasn't it?

...

If you asked her when she had fallen in love with him, she would say ever since she could remember. Both were inseparable. Lycoris was always seen with Arcturus – no one could separate them, or both would have fits. And no one liked making a Black, especially a young Black, have a fit.

They were a team. If she needed something he was there to help her, to play with her. He took care of her and protected her with all his being. That had to be love!

At first, her little mind saw it as normal, feeling this love for him. He was always there. Arc was her brother but a dad as well. Father was rarely with them. And Uncle Cygnus and Aunt Violetta were busy with trying to have a baby. And when they finally had Pollux they were so focused on him that they forgot there were three small children in the Black Manor that needed love and attention.

So it had to be foreseen that Lycoris would not only feel brotherly love for Arc but daughterly as well. And she also felt love for him as a lover.

Lycoris discovered and accepted her feelings when she was six. If the Macmillians had never come that day to the Black Manor, Arcturus would have been with her, they would have married. She would be happy with him, having his children, loving him, being his.

Cory didn't understand this feeling when she saw Arc playing and laughing with Melania. It hurt her. Her chest felt tight and she couldn't breathe correctly. Her heart felt heavy and her head hurt so much that she wanted to cry. She disliked Melania at that moment. No one understood why Lycoris was so rude, cruel and downright mean to nice and polite Melania.

Arcturus would say that she had to be nice to her, because Melania was his friend. That angered her so much. Lycoris thought that she was his friend, his only friend.

...

Then things just got worse from then on. Arc went to Hogwarts and she was left with Regulus and Pollux and Cassy. But Regulus, she didn't feel anything for him – Arc hated him for killing their mother, so she just assumed her feelings towards her younger brother were hate. But when Arc left for Hogwarts, she realized it wasn't. It was indifference. And Pollux was stuck at the hip with Regulus; they both kept each other company while Cassiopeia was with her aunt Violetta.

Lycoris felt so alone during that time. She was always alone. Regulus tried to talk to her and he invited her to play with him and Pollux in the Black garden, but she would always be rude and mean to him. She was afraid that Arc would find out and he would hate her for even talking nicely to Regulus. Lycoris didn't want Arc to be mad at her.

Arcturus had promised her that he would write whenever he could. And he did, but his letters were mostly of how the other Slytherins were no match for him, that he was showing them that the Blacks were the most ancient and pure family in the wizarding world, that when the time for her came she would be respected and admired for simply being a Black – and that Melania and him had almost every class together. And there was only one sentence for Lycoris. That he missed her, that he couldn't wait for her to receive her letter and that one day she would be sorted into Slytherin.

...

So she waited three more years, and on her eleventh birthday, she finally received her letter from Hogwarts. That day when her father took both Lycoris and Arcturus to the Hogwarts Express she felt so giddy, and so proud. Arc was holding her hand, telling her that she would love Hogwarts and that being a Slytherin was an honor.

Everything was going so well. They both were in their own compartment. There were some Slytherins there but she didn't have any interest in knowing their names, and then Melania had to come and ruin it all. It was obvious that her brother felt something for the blonde Hufflepuff.

When the time came for her sorting, she was afraid of being sorted into another house. She had to be placed in Slytherin to be close to Arc, to make him forget about Melania.

Another Black. All Blacks are easy and hard to sort, you know, the sorting hat whispered into Lycoris' ear. You would be an excellent Gryffindor; you have courage. Cory shook her head, and kept thinking Slytherin, Slytherin. Of course it would be a shock for a Black be placed in a house that isn't Slytherin – especially Gryffindor. Don't worry, young Black, I will listen to your desires. You are a Black after all.

"SLYTHERIN!"

...

Cory had foolishly believed that being in Hogwarts and especially in Slytherin would make everything go back to normal. It didn't. Her father wrote to them that Arcturus and Melania were engaged and would marry after graduating Hogwarts. Arc looked so happy; he completely ignored her. She was shaking and she quickly made her way to the common room and up to her dorm. She didn't go to classes that day.

...

Now that Arcturus would marry, her father was focused on her. She rebelled against it – she wasn't going to marry. She didn't want to leave the House of Black. If she married someone else she would lose the benefits and treasures of being a member of the House of Black. So she threw fits and she would not even go down to dinner when there was the prospect of a husband.

Then one day, Arcturus went to her room. Cory was crying. She was to be engaged to William Macmillian.

"Cory," Arc whispered to his sister while hugging her. "Why are you crying? Everything turned out well. The Macmillians are a respected family, I will see you every day and I won't allow Will to hurt you," he assured her, thinking that this was the reason for her suffering.

Lycoris just cried harder. She was just fifteen, and now she was to marry a boy she didn't even love. There was only a year left for Arc to marry Melania, and her mind was spinning so much that she didn't even stop to think of what she did.

Her lips landed on his. Arcturus' eyes widened with shock and he pushed her away. "Lycoris! What do you think you're doing!" he shouted.

Lycoris kept on crying and she just crawled towards him. Sniffing, she whispered, "Don't you see? I love you, I have always loved you, Arc. I can't marry William!"

"But it's wrong. I'm your brother, I can't..."

"It's not, we're both pureblood, it's right. You told me that you would do anything for me, just so I can be happy."

Arcturus was in shock. He did promise her that. And he hadn't been with anyone else before. Lycoris was his sister, but she was a young woman as well and she was beautiful with those big blue eyes of hers and that black hair. She was the replica of their mother.

He succumbed to the various temptations that being with Lyrcoris had to offer.

...

It was heaven.

It only lasted a year. But it was the most wonderful year for Lycoris.

He was always there. At school she would go to his dorm and he would take her. While they were at the Black Manor they would stay in her room. No one knew. But they didn't know how it got out. The Macmillians didn't want to marry their heir to a dirty witch. The engagement was off. Luckily no one found out the identity of the man responsible for tainting Lycoris.

….

In the end she had gotten what she wanted.

Lycoris Black stayed in the House of Black until her death.

After the death of Melania, Arcturus was finally hers.

It took three years or so, but she was his, and she had even fallen pregnant. But Arcturus was having none of it.

Ending the life of the product of her love for him was hard and she hated herself for it, but he had threatened her he would burn her off the tapestry, and kick her out, and that he would end what they had. She didn't want that – and where would she go? She was already a disgrace for being "tainted" and for not marrying William Macmillian, and she would die if Arcturus ended their nights together.

So at the age of sixty-one she only wanted one person by her side.

She was lying in bed, holding the blue blanket that she had made for her unborn baby. Arcturus was lying by her side, hugging her to him, whispering words of comfort and once in a while he would kiss her head, forehead, lips.

Looking up to his black eyes, she saw that at the age of sixty-four he was still handsome. Her small hands went to his face and she kissed him. He was her brother, her parent, her best friend, her lover and the father of their unborn boy.

She had to know. She knew when they were together words like 'I love you' would come out, but she had to hear it right now, before she left. Lycoris had the right to know.

"Was it true?" she whispered to him.

Arcturus gazed at his sister, knowing what she wanted. Nodding, he whispered back, "Yes, I do love you."

Lycoris smiled, breathing with relief. She knew that their love was pure and perfect.

Lycoris Black died with that thought in mind, not knowing that her lover despised her for all the confused feelings he had for her.


AN: SO I hope you liked it :D Please review! I beg of you lol. Oh I will upload the album of the Black Family ;)

Next up: Regulus Black I