Walburga Black was insane. Of course she was insane, she's of the Most Noble, Ancient House of Black. But to her children? She was a mother. She sang them to sleep and dressed them in all of the most expensive clothes. She would smile when the brothers got along and sleep in her lap, as she ruffled their hairs and sang to them. She was a mother, until she saw.

Until she saw the terrors of what defying the Dark Lord could do. The mere prospect of her children perhaps screwing up and getting crucioed was enough of an incentive to push them away. To keep, and hold them at a distance. She'll explain when theyre older, but they need to start training and NOW. Now before her darling Sirius goes to school with the other Slytherin boys. Now before they're old enough to be raised as slaughter to the Dark Lord. One day, her Sirius and Regulus will bring honor to their House and to her, their mother who's cruelling punishing them. Once they show and win the war against those filthy mudbloods, she decided, she'll dote on them endlessly again.

But it became too late. One night- everything unraveled. Secrets were spilled, trust was shattered, and she became a mother who lost her child. Her facade was ephemeral. No one could tell that she was grieving. She was grieving the loss of her child Sirius as he was all but *dead* to them now. (A little part of her was glad, though she refuses to accept it- glad that her baby was away from this side of the war) Walburga was insane, yes, but she's also a women who lost her firstborn son.

Walburga sweared to protect her Regulus. She cant lose another - do you see? She cant she cant she cant. So she doted on her son, so he'll know how loved he and his brother were to be her children. But why was he so secretive? And when is he coming home? Her sweetheart never came home. Even Kreacher didn't know.

She couldn't bare the pain. the pain of losing both her children. the pain ringing in her head that told her what to do next. Bombarda she whispered.

When Walburga Black saw her child, good lord what happened to her baby, walk into the house, back to his house- their house again, she was elated. Although now resorted to being a mere painting, she couldn't help the motherly love that burst at the seams at seeing her son. But when she saw the those filthy filthy mudbloods and mudblood lovers walk in behind her son? All she felt was unadulterated hatred. The scum she had to lose her children to. So she screamed. Screamed about getting rid of them, screamed that the mudblood lovers were traitors, screamed her agony for her children. She became known for those screams, yet she was an empty shell who wanted a rest. So when the house crumbled down, she cried. Cried tears of relief that it was finally over. She was broken, yet she could pass on.

Walburga is a woman who loved her children more than life itself. One day, she'll see her children and tell them how proud she was of them.