The Widow's Web

by Screaming Fae

The Black Family holds more secrets and surprises than anyone could ever imagine; this web of purity that dates so far back, with such elegant lines of purity in our blood. Even though the strings that break are disposed of, our secrets are still ours to hide. - A collection of oneshots/drabbles, relating to each member of the Black Family, starting with the earliest recorded.

12. Isla - Dishonourable Love

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Isla Black

(Born to Cygnus Black I & Ella Black c. 1850s

Married Bob Hitchens, a Muggle, and was disowned.)

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I loved Bob from the moment I saw him.

It was in the lake in the forest near where Aunt Misapiona lived. I was wandering through the long, grassy shrubs, plucking out magenta wildflowers to adorn my aunt's hair with. She always was so sad, and it made me happy to see a smile flicker on her ghostly features when I brushed out her long, grey-streaked dark hair. She would fall asleep whilst I combed her hair, murmuring about what a good girl I was. Aunt Misa called me her island, because I always seemed so different from my siblings, ever since I was born. I shot out of my mothers womb with a cerulean gaze and a head of ash blonde hair, and I always tried to do right by my family, no matter how cruel they were to me.

Bob was fishing in the lake with a pole, looking tired. The bucket that sat beside him was empty, so it was clear that he hadn't made a catch today. Before he could spot me, I pulled my wand out from the sleeve of my white dress, and coughed a quiet incantation, aiming it at his pole.

Almost immediately, there was a tug on the string, and Bob jolted awake, quickly yanking his pole in. A large, fat cod flew out, landing with a splash on the bank. He climbed to his feet and glanced over to where I was stood. It was only at that point that I really got to admire him - he was a stocky, muscly man, built like a tank with his large shoulders, but he had a gentle, kind face, and shining brown eyes. I tucked my wand away quickly, trying to avert my shy gaze as he began to wander over.

When he stood in front of me, I looked up into his soft eyes, and smiled. "What is your name?" he asked me, returning my smile.

"Isla," I responded quietly.

"My name is Bob Hitchens," he replied. "Would you like to accompany me for a stroll?" He held out his large arm, and gave me a hopeful glance. My smile widened, and I nodded.

I adored him immediately.

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Written for Round 4 for the Hogwarts Writing Competition, Prompt: Tank

Word Count: 400