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Chapter twenty-seven: Castor's POV

Everything seemed to be going in slow motion as I watched my mother smirk at Harry, as I watched him break free of Remus's grasp, as I watched him follow her, a powerful vengeance sparkling in his eyes as he grieved about Sirius, the man had always been like an uncle to me but I couldn't feel anger, not when he had accepted his death so calmly, talked with my mother like that, I would miss him of course but I… I wasn't angry no. I scrambled to my feet and to the best of my ability began to chase after them, adrenaline pumping through me.

"CASTOR NO!" I heard Remus shout as he tried to grab my arm, I pulled it away and continued to run as he continued to yell after me. I didn't know why I was following them so desperately, all I knew was that I was, my fingers gripping my wand so tightly, knowing that I'd have to use it… for something.

Harry was looming over her, his shoulders were shaking when I found them, she was lying on the floor doing some kind of pathetic cackling whimpering thing. I gripped my wand even tighter, Harry frowned when I came into view and stood in front of my mother, glaring at him, "Step. Away. Harry."

He growled, "That bitch-," he was seething as he stared at me in utter confusion, I was quite confused myself at what I was doing but my primal instinct had taken over, I felt compelled to do this, to protect my mother.

"That bitch is my mother," I replied back, my eyes were flashing behind my glasses as I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"But before, all that stuff about killing her! It was just-," I stopped him with a chuckle, a deep somewhat demonic chuckle that shocked me, I felt sick. Feeling my hair plaster to my face I continued to glare straight back at the boy who lived.

"I don't know Harry… try and imagine it, if you were standing here, Lily behind you, for all your life the one thing you wanted was a mother and father who could love you… you finally see them and it all… it all doesn't make sense anymore but in your head the one thing you know is that even if it's wrong and even if they don't love you really, you don't want them to go away. You never want them to go away," I shuddered at the words coming out of my throat, they came out so easily as my mouth ran away from me.

"I had that, I had a father, for the first time I had a real father," he said talking of Sirius, "And she," his eyes wandered past me to my smirking mother, "she took him away from me." His eyes stemmed with hurt. "So either you move out of the way Castor or I'm going to have to go through you."

I giggled, "Try me Potter. I really dare you," I wanted to stop talking, desperately but I couldn't, something deep inside me compelled me to keep talking like a maniac, I just couldn't help it, even if I tried my best.

"Castor… my boy, just step away," my fingers shook as I heard the soft voice of Dumbledore, he stepped out of the shadows wearing long robes and thumbing his beard, a twinkle lighting in his blue eyes.

"Long time no see old man," Bellatrix sniggered from behind me. I could almost see it in my head, her smirk, her violet eyes flashing with cruel enjoyment but I kept my head facing forward, looking straight at Harry.

"He's here isn't he?" Harry spat in disgust, "ISN'T HE?" He yelled, his jaw was clenched and his eyes were alight, no doubt his scar was burning: Voldemort was here.

My mother took her time in answering, allowing Harry's mental torture to play out longer for her enjoyment, "Maybe he is maybe not ittle potty Potter," all the sanity that I thought I'd seen was gone, replaced again by madness. I wondered, wondered if she'd always been cruel and if Azkaban had just made her even worse… Sirius… Sirius had disagreed with that idea.

"Ah Bella, you were always one of my favourite students, so great at duelling and you had such a great personality, you always tried to do your best and do well in classes," Dumbledore seemed to smile slightly, as though he was reliving a different time.

"And you were always a deluded mudblood loving fool Albus," she snarled back, it was as though the words, the idea of the past, a life before she had joined the Death Eaters, when she was at Hogwarts, it was as though those words stung her, burning her like brandishes from a hot iron.

"I thought you might say that Bella," Dumbledore chuckled and I could almost imagine him calmly sitting in his office preparing to have a friendly chat with her, just like the old days, back when she was his student.

"No one calls me Bella… not anymore… no one apart from him," she said, her smile was sickly sweet as finally she came into my view, her wand twirling around as though she was always on edge, preparing to duel, preparing to kill.

"Apart from Tom?" Dumbledore continued to give a little smile, he chuckled slightly, running his fingers through his beard, calm as anything. Bellatrix nodded slightly, it was as though she didn't want to join in, she didn't want to talk to him, each word scolding her but she had to, she couldn't help responding to each of his questions. As he talked to her in that kind, friendly demeanour as though nothing was wrong with the situation, as though she wasn't… wasn't a psychotic killer. I could tell, he was transporting her back to Hogwarts, to being a teenager again.

"Ah Tom we were just talking about you," Dumbledore continued to smile, as Voldemort emerged, a glare on his snake like face.

My mind was blank, Voldemort was here but I felt nothing, he was one of the many things that had taken my mother away from me but I felt nothing. I just saw her crawl away into the floo network, my eyes widened, I'd waited so long for the chance to meet her, to meet them and now she was leaving. Harry didn't see me go, didn't see anything as I ran forward throwing myself into the floo network as I heard her whisper the place. The house was old and somewhat bleak and dismal. My heart was thudding in my chest, I was now alone with my murder mother, I needed her though, I just had to see her again. I wandered through the house, my eyes gulped, heads of house elves lined the walls as decoration, their eyes stared in expressions of pain and fear. An expression I was sure I would soon match. The wall paper was peeling off the walls, the carpet a bleak mess, nowhere near what I guessed it used to look like in its former glory. A damp smell rang through the house and there wasn't enough light, my eyes took a few moments to properly adjust before I began to continue my shuffling on my relentless search for mother.

"WHO ARE YOU? ARE YOU A FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR? HAS MY FILTHY BLOOD TRAITOR SON BEEN IMPREGNATING MUDBLOODS? HE ALWAYS WAS SUCH A WOMANISER! IT WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME!" I chuckled slightly as I stared up at a painting which had the words 'Walburga Black,' she seemed like such a charming woman. Not. So this was her, Sirius's monstrous mother.

"I'm afraid not, although that would have been rather lovely," I thought sadly, thinking of the man who had died on the very same day that I was talking to Walburga.

"Who are you then?" She snarled wanting an explanation.

"I'm Castor Sirius Regulus Black, your great nephew," I smiled, she arched an eyebrow at the 'Sirius' bit.

"So you're Bellatrix's child… I should have known, you bear a resemblance," I was sure she wanted to ask me why my name had Sirius in it if I was Bellatrix's son but I was done talking to her, I needed to talk to my mother.

She was stroking the tapestry when I walked in, the infamous Black tapestry. Her hands touching the family tree, stroking someone's name… Sirius's name.

"You miss him already don't you?" I whispered, she whirled round, the glint entering her eyes and I felt my body shiver with fear as I thought I was going to die right there and then.

"What are you doing here?" She snarled, pointing her wand at my throat but her eyes had softened slightly, ever so slightly.

"I came here for you, I couldn't just let you run through my fingers again. Not when… not when I'd spent so long dreaming, staying up at night, looking through old photos, tracing my hand across the photo as you moved, imagining that I could be there too, laughing and smiling that maybe you'd find one of my jokes funny. That maybe… maybe when I finally saw you everything would be complete… that maybe I wasn't just wasting my time," I whispered. It clawed at my throat, the words, the words that I couldn't get out fast enough, the words that I couldn't shout because I was still terrified. I'd never wanted anything more in my life, to talk to her. To see her. My own mother.

"You're here, just there," she said as I slowly moved forward, her dark nightshade hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, untameable and unruly. In this rancid, repulsive house I'd never felt more serene and tranquil, she was so close I could hear her breathing, I could just reach out and touch her, allow the epiphany that she was finally here to engulf me, shroud me in feeling and maybe burst me with the power of it all. "I should… I should blast you off like Sirius, like Andromeda… you… my own son… a blood traitor," her words although harsh, leaving a hoarse scratch on my heart made me feel shunned. Her voice as she murmured was so beautiful to me that it sounded like a soft and sweet lullaby.

"I'm right here mum, not on some wall, I'm here and I'm scared, scared that you're going to hurt me, scared that you're going to go away. Scared because I don't know how I feel, I'm so confused… it all feels so wrong yet so right," I replied, my throat becoming scratchy as my emotions flooded in.

"Then I should blast you… the thing that I've thought of everyday that I've been in Azkaban," her hands grasped my hair and pulled it back savagely off my face but I knew she meant it in a caring way. She was just too insane to show me normal motherly love so she did it in her own way... or at least that was what I hoped. It hurt, like a burning pain as she continued to yank my hair so hard I had to bite my tongue to not scream, "Much better baby… it's off your face now." She cackled but there was a giggle in there, a happy giggle.

"Now go, I don't love you nor want you just go! I'm a Death Eater! Go!" She snarled at me, bringing her wand to point at me again.

"You just said you thought about me every day-," I whispered.

I felt a strong pain on my chest, burning me, she'd cut me with magic, I fell back as blood poured out of me. "SHUT UP, SHUT UP! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I'M A DEATH EATER! YOU CAN'T BE MY SON! I CAN'T LOVE YOU OR CARE FOR YOU OR HAVE YOU AROUND! I DON'T HAVE A SON!" She screamed in rage, my eyes filled with tears, there was a part of me thinking that she was saying this to keep me safe but I knew it was lie. She was mad, completely mad, she didn't want a son.

"Then… then you've made your decision," I whispered.

Her eyes fell calm again, "I always knew my decision Castor… be a Death Eater… you were an heir, like Rodolphus wanted but… not now… not when you like mudbloods… I used to want a child… a perfect pureblood child but not now… my only devotion is to my lord. Not to some snot nosed brat, I'm not some bloody mother boy! We would never work anyway… you're a blood traitor! We're enemies… when I saw you before I was so shocked… so shocked at seeing you… I… I couldn't help it but next time… next time I'll be aiming to kill. You'll end up just like Sirius," she snarled at me as I clutched my chest. A new mark joining the old one the Death Eaters had caused. "You're dead to me." My vision was turning hazy as she began to turn away from me, making her escape before anyone else found her. I couldn't though… I couldn't hate her. I was so confused. I smiled though, she'd looked at the family tree for a few seconds before leaving, tracing her wand across my name but she hadn't blasted me off. Maybe… just maybe her words were lies… efforts to protect me in that one sane part of her mind that she still had left. Maybe she did care, I thought as I fell to the floor in a blood heap, I could hear Walburga's shrill voice shrieking. Who was I kidding? My mother was completely insane and she hated me, she could kill her own cousin just for being a blood traitor, she resented Tonks for her half-blood status… she wanted to kill me and lying there in my own blood on the floor I thought: she was killing me right now.

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